After the initial chaos, Fang Wuwei and his party followed Wang Qiang and carefully hid in the building on the other side of the castle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The already crumbling sunset has completely sunk into the other side of the world, and a dim silver moon slowly hangs in the sky, taking on the responsibility of the sun to guide mankind forward.

In the small shop-like building after the rapid transformation, Fang Wuwei also saw Xiao Qi, who had been following Wang Qiang before. At this time, Wang Qiang and Xiao Qi were no longer wearing black security uniforms, but wearing combat uniforms that were more in line with the characteristics of special forces.

The black armed helmet on his head, and the strangely shaped glasses hanging on it, made Fang Wuwei very concerned about what the glasses with strange patterns painted on the mirror surface were. And their faces, I don't know whether they are traditional or what, are painted with camouflage stripes, which seem out of place in the urban environment. Wearing the 09 special operations city camouflage uniform, the unique color makes it more suitable for combat concealment in the city. Camouflage tactical vests with multiple pockets carrying combat weapons wrapped tightly around the two men's muscular bodies. Each wears cut-resistant tactical gloves on their hands. The black leather boots on their feet made them make a slight noise when they moved in the makeshift "fortress".

"Who are those people?"

Leaning against the door, Xiao Qi looked outward, and then asked Wang Qiang. Of course, he was not referring to Fang Wuwei and his party, but to the strangers who came with Fang Wuwei just now.

A middle-aged uncle with a shiny face and sweat all over his body. A mother in a trendy outfit who is still sobbing, and two children who are shivering in their mother's arms.

"Met on the road."

Wang Qiang didn't say anything, he could naturally detect something, but since Fang Wuwei didn't care, as a soldier, he turned a blind eye. Although it is said that even civilians should not be contacted during the mission, after all, it is such a tragic situation, and it should be no problem to make an exception.

Fang Wuwei sat on the floor, stretching out his bloody left leg with an irritated expression. After a simple bandage, coupled with Zheng Koumao's secret help, Fang Wuwei's left leg had recovered seven or eight. But the fear and anger that he had nowhere to release in his heart did not recover so easily.

"Wu Meng, Xiaoxi, are you okay?"

With a little helplessness because he couldn't save others, Fang Wuwei asked the two people on the other side.

"Hmm." The slightly muffled words came out of Wu Meng's mouth.

Wu Meng, who was sitting in another corner, stayed with Xi Luoya, and the two were not as scared as they were at that time. But Wu Meng's small hand was tightly inserted in the pocket of his white lab coat, which made Fang Wuwei feel sad for a while.

[I must still be scared, right?] 】

Fang Wuwei, who was thinking like this, sighed slowly, fumbled with the sandbag behind him, and approached Zheng Koumao and Shangguan Aolin, who were sitting together on the side of the wall.

"Boss Shangguan, how is the arm?" Fang Wuwei asked in a low voice.

Shangguan Aolin was hit in the arm by a bullet before, and after being temporarily safe, Fang Wu wiped the blood off his hand only to find that Shangguan Aolin's hand was just a scar. If anything, it was even lighter than Fang Wu's injury to the stone on his leg.

"It's okay."

Shangguan Aolin replied weakly. His originally handsome face was also covered with a faint gray. Not only because of the smoke and dust raised outside, but also because of the depression in his heart.

"Dr. Fang. What the hell is going on here? ”

Shangguan Aolin raised his melancholy face and looked at Fang Wuwei worriedly and asked. The tone of the words was as if I had been so frustrated that I had given up thinking, and there was no anger at all.

"I don't know."

replied with a hint of helplessness. Fang Wuwei looked at Shangguan Aolin, who was already low, and became even more depressed at this moment.

Why did Chu Chegan give the ticket inexplicably? Why are mercenaries messing around here? Does Wang Qiang know what's going to happen here?

Fang Wuwei couldn't understand all these questions.

Squeezed it, Fang Wuwei sat next to Shangguan Aolin. At this time, Fang Wuwei, Shangguan Aolin and Zheng Koumao, the three big men were like decadent rag bags, leaning limply on the sandbags behind them, falling into their own contemplation.

Time ticked by, and it was already dark. Looking out from the gap, what should have been a brightly lit amusement park has also lost most of its power supply due to the attack of mercenaries, leaving only a small number of lights, flickering from time to time, giving a little hope of light.

"The landlord. Do you know.. ”

Zheng Koumao, who had been looking up at the ceiling, suddenly muttered:

"Now and the second trial that the Sprinkle family has experienced. It's so similar ... ”

Fang Wuwei turned his head slightly and looked at Zheng Koumao, who was separated from him by a Shangguan Aolin. Zheng Koumao's burly figure was much taller than himself and Shangguan Aolin beside him. And the scars on his face are also like warriors who have gone through countless tribulations, which makes people dare not underestimate them.

However, Fang Wuwei knew very well in his heart that the heart of this vicious-looking man was more delicate than anyone's heart.

"Yes."

Fang Wuwei moved his lips, not knowing what to say. In various dangerous situations, people will always tell themselves how to get out of this predicament by recalling similar situations in the past. Some people build faith in this way, while others lose faith again.

Zheng Koumao's eyes looked at the ceiling blankly, and muttered:

"At that time, the Sprinkle family was the same as now, hiding in the house and looking at the ceiling, not daring to go out, not daring to take any action, only daring to wait quietly for the end."

As if he was just talking to himself, as if he was just chatting with himself, Zheng Koumao was completely caught in his memories, not only making himself unable to lift his energy, but also bringing the people around him to be unable to lift his energy.

"Ugh."

Fang Wuwei sighed, thinking that this Zheng Koumao's cowardly nature began to reveal again, and sure enough, none of these tenants could not worry.

"Smack."

Grabbing a small stone beside him, Fang Wuwei gently threw it on Zheng Koumao's body, telling Zheng Koumao's attention to stop reminiscing.

"Mr. Zheng, you are already different from then."

“？”

Hearing Fang Wuwei's words, Zheng pouted for a moment, and looked at Fang Wuwei who was sitting on the edge of the sandbag wall suspiciously.

I saw Fang Wuwei shaking his head, as if he looked down on what Zheng Koumao said and recalled the gloomy past, and said slowly:

"Mr. Zheng, haven't you already taken many steps out of that room? How could it be the same as then, not daring to take any action? ”

Oh, yes.. How could it be that there was no action? Isn't it good to escape with Shangguan Aolin and Xiluoya in the "battlefield"? Isn't it good to help Fang Wu Wei deal with the injury on his foot? At that time, in the infinite space, didn't he also stand in front of the alien very well, blocking the fatal blow for Fang Wuwei?

Fang Wuwei's eyes silently looked at Wang Qiang and Xiao Qi by the door, and then said to Zheng Koumao:

"Mr. Zheng, you have done a good job compared to before. So, stop thinking about the past. ”

After speaking, Fang Wuwei slowly stood up from the floor, patted the dust on his buttocks and walked towards Wang Qiang.

As long as people don't fall, then people will always move forward. Those things that have never been thought of may also happen to you because you have taken a step forward. It may not all be good, but it won't all be bad.

Even a coward like Zheng Koumao is moving forward step by step, but he is still at the original point, and he is still so weak.

[If you can, I want to be as powerful as them.] Even if it's just a little bit of progress, it's good. 】

Fang Wuwei, who sighed in his heart, slowly walked to Wang Qiang's side under Zheng Koumao's puzzled gaze.

"Lao Wang."

Gently patting Wang Qiang's shoulder, Fang Wuwei didn't care about the faint sound of artillery fire in front of him at all, and he didn't care that the few people were nervous now.

“？”

Wang Qiang glanced back at Fang Wuwei, his eyes showed incomprehensible doubts, and then asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Fang, what's wrong?"

Fang Wuwei looked at Wang Qiang calmly, there was neither excess anger nor excess sadness in his eyes, he just looked at Wang Qiang calmly and asked:

"Can you tell me what's going on?"