Zhang Yuanzhong said a few more words to Brother Rui, and then hung up the intercom. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I didn't expect you to have this ability!" After Peng Bo saw Zhang Yuanzhong hang up the intercom, he said with emotion.

"A little bit of skill." Zhang Yuanzhong said, "Let's get out of here quickly!" ”

"Hmmm! Walking from the back, I knew there was a passage dedicated to carrying props. Peng Bo said. In order to protect Miss Huamei's mission, he had recorded all the maps of the concert hall on his mobile phone, and now he knows the terrain better than anyone else.

So, Peng Bo led the way in front, Zhang Yuanzhong and Shi Rushan broke off, and the rest of the hostages helped each other and began to walk backstage.

Because of the presence of wounded, the group walked very slowly. But being able to leave the threat of the militants also gave everyone a sigh of relief.

And Peng Bo, who was walking in front, was not only cautiously exploring the way, but also communicating with Yitong.

"Master, according to my examination, your right thigh is currently able to exert less than one-third of its original strength, and its reaction speed has been reduced to one-half. If you go on like this, you may not be able to make it out of the concert hall. ”

"But that's all we can do now. I'm still going to Sister Xue and Xiaowen, as well as Miss Meihua......"

"However, the master's current condition, it's best to go to the hospital to deal with it."

"No, I can't. Is there any other way? ”

Yitong was silent for a moment, and then said, "I can transform into a form like an exoskeleton scaffold to replace this right leg of my master." But because of the energy problem, I was only able to hold on for half an hour to 40 minutes. ”

"Then we're going to hurry!" Peng Bo gritted his teeth, and his pace sped up a few points.

The group slowly came to the exit, and there was a turn in front of them, and then the door of the concert hall to carry instruments and props.

"Wait a minute!" Peng Bo suddenly stopped, raised his hand and motioned for the people behind him to stop.

"What's wrong?" Liu Jialin in the back asked nervously.

"It's dangerous." Peng Bo said.

At this time, although Peng Bo was not injured, he was already in a cold sweat.

Thankfully, Dr. J had given him a boiled egg-like particle concussion generator that could be used as a barrier to protect himself. When he was in the recital hall before, Peng Bo had the particle oscillator turned off and didn't turn it back on until he left the recital hall just now.

Tonight, the concussion generator has saved Peng Bo's two lives, once after blocking a bullet in the toilet, and the second time is now, a metal wire is blocked one centimeter in front of Peng Bo's neck.

"What is this?" Zhang Yuanzhong, who came from the back of the team when he heard that there was a situation in front of him, asked.

"I don't know, but the wire like this is all over the corridor in front." Peng Bo looked at the tinel as thin as a hair carefully, and didn't dare to touch it with his hands.

"I'll give it a try." After Zhang Yuanzhong finished speaking, he first took out a banknote from his pocket and put it on the metal wire.

A fire lit up, and the banknotes were burned directly.

"It's a pity, five dollars!" Zhang Yuanzhong sighed.

Peng Bo was afraid for a while. If it weren't for the particle field blocking this metal wire just now, my neck and head would probably have moved.

"The threads have to be cut." Liu Jialin said, "So that we can go out." ”

"But in that case, the terrorists know we're going to run."

"It's at the door anyway, and it won't take us a few seconds to run out." Said a concert hall worker.

"We can only go from here, and we can't go back any other way now." Another staff member said.

Most of these hostages were concert hall staff and were familiar with the roads. And now those injured hostages also need to be treated, and it is certainly not a good idea to find another way.

"That's just going to go forward." Peng Bo said with a heart.

"I'm going to cut through the wires." Zhang Yuanzhong said, pulling out a Swiss army knife from his belt that he had just found from the militants.

"That's it?" Peng Bo said speechlessly.

"Do you have anything else?" Zhang Yuanzhong glanced at Peng Bo.

"Yes!" Peng Bo took out the gloves.

"Is this a special glove?" Zhang Yuanzhong looked at the gloves that were not unusual, and asked.

"It should be." Peng Bo said, putting on his gloves and snapping his fingers.

A flame rose from his hand.

"Even a drop of God! What are you? Zhang Yuanzhong jumped back in fright.

"It shouldn't be dangerous to do that!" Peng Bo said, carefully placing a burning finger on the wire.

The metal wire also emitted a burst of sparks, which lasted for a few seconds before breaking.

It seemed that this solution would work, and Peng Bo sped up and cut the remaining metal wires.

Just when Peng Bo cut the first metal wire, Brother Rui got the news. He stomped his feet angrily, eager to smash the communicator in his hand.

"Kill them all!" Brother Rui yelled in the intercom. He no longer had the urbane temperament he had before, and began to be hysterical like a madman.

"Brother Rui, there are more than a dozen of them!" Lao Yan on the other end of the intercom was a little hesitant.

"Killing one is also killing, and killing a dozen is also killing! Can't let them tell the police about us! Otherwise we won't be able to run! ”

Lao Yan was silent for a moment and replied, "Okay! ”

Peng Bo finally cut the last wire, and the entire metal mesh was disconnected. The hostages were finally able to make it to the door.

It was a roller shutter, and as soon as several hostages came to the door, they hurriedly tried to open the door with their own employee cards. But they never opened.

"They must have destroyed the entire control system!" Liu Jialin said.

"Look at me!" Peng Bo's flaming hands struck again, only to see him hold his hands on the metal door lock, and in a few moments, the metal began to melt.

"That's it!" Once the locks are melted, the roller shutters are easily lifted.

"Hurry up, get out of here." Liu Jialin rushed out first.

Bang!

A flash of fire flashed from a window on the third floor. Liu Jialin fell to the ground in a gunshot.

The other hostages, who were about to rush out, saw the situation and retreated back into the building.

"There's someone upstairs! They've found us! ”

"What to do? We can't get out! ”

"They're coming, we can't run!"

The hostages begin to panic, and when their hopes are dashed, despair. (To be continued.) )