"Redick gave us the same poison, a radioactive isotope mixed with a fluorescent agent, and if it works, we estimate that we have eight hours left." Keaton said, looking at the test results of several of them.

"So, what will we do in eight hours?" Tony Hockney asked.

"Well, let me think about it. Hair loss, chapped skin, blood starts to turn transparent, and then death within about two hours. Keaton said flatly, even though he had the poison in his body.

"Oh! That's not good! ”

"Rest assured. Wait a minute and we'll go to the pharmacy and get some prescription drugs, I promise everyone will be fine. Theoretically. ”

"Theoretically?" Tony Hockney was sweating profusely. Keaton's words made him uncomfortable.

"Don't worry! When it comes to medicine, I'm pretty good at it! Keaton said confidently.

"Are the spicy puppets still in harmony (then what are we waiting for), sigh that the concubine will make a boil shop (hurry up and find a pharmacy)!" Fanst said as he walked to the door of the lab, about to reach for the door.

Bang~! A gunshot rang out, and the metal door of the laboratory could not withstand the power of the M90 shotgun, and half of the door was punched out of a hole the size of a basketball.

What appeared in Fanst's chest was a fist-sized bloody hole, and his upper body was already a blur of flesh and blood. His stiff body fell backwards, all lifeless before the back of his head hit the ground.

Next, the gunfire rang out like firecrackers for the New Year, like the violent drumbeat of the most violent heavy metal rock music, and violently descended on this small laboratory.

As Fanster fell, Keaton and the others quickly searched for a place to hide.

Keaton directly found a test bench and put the alloy test bench down as a shield. Tony Hockney and McMenus each hid behind a machine, while the lame Wiberkent ducked into the corner on his stomach with two hands.

"What's wrong?" McMenus shouted. Not just because he was frightened by the powerful fire, but more because he didn't shout loudly in such a situation, Keaton couldn't hear it at all.

"How do I know? What am I not, the Encyclopedia? Keaton shouted.

"This is your university. Why would someone shoot all of a sudden? ”

"How do I know? I haven't been back to school in a long time. ”

"Think of a way!"

"How do you think about it? Those people are armed with heavy firepower, and what about us? Only the experimental equipment! A few shouts.

The current situation is indeed depressing, the five of them, or the four of them, do not have any weapons on them, after all, this is a college campus, who would have thought that such a thing would happen? Now, in the face of submachine guns and automatic rifles, the only thing they can use to fight back is shattered test tubes, million-dollar test instruments turned into garbage, and broken glass stubble all over the floor.

The storm has finally passed. After a round of bullet shooting, it seemed that the person outside the door was changing magazines. Tony Hockney thought things were better and wanted to go out and have a look, but McMenus suddenly grabbed him by the waist and dragged him down, pressing him to the debris-covered floor.

Rumble!

It was the sound of a bursting grenade exploding. The powerful shockwave shattered all the glass in the lab and blew off a corner of the metal test bench that Keaton used as a shield.

But, miraculously, Keaton was not injured. The half of the table that covered him was intact, only scorched by the blowout.

After the storm. It's just a moment of silence. It's as quiet as an early morning cemetery. The stubble of broken glass all over the ground, the shell of the broken instrument, and countless debris from nowhere, are like a dealer after being wreaked havoc by hail.

"Go in and have a look. Are they dead? A voice said.

"Absolutely dead!" Another voice said.

"What the hell is going to go in and take a look!" A gruff voice spoke, followed by a sound of feet and buttocks coming into close contact.

Li De hid in the corner, his current identity prevented him from making a move, but he heard such a conversation. He knew that the person who had just suddenly attacked was definitely not a professional killer, or a trained SWAT officer or unit, but a dozen gang thugs.

Although Li De has hundreds of ways to take out those dozen or so gangsters. But his current role is Wilberkent, the least likely person to solve the problem by force.

At this moment, there was a rustling of footsteps at the door of the laboratory. There's no way, it's hard not to make a sound when walking on the ground full of glass ballast.

In fact, most of the gangsters who were shooting frantically at the door were shooting at random, not knowing exactly where their target was, or the various debris flying around the laboratory, and their eyes were confused by the broken equipment and countless beakers. Coupled with the fact that the last blast grenade was rarely seen by them, it was not at all like a well-trained troop, so it was a good estimate of how many blast grenades such a large laboratory would need to completely clean up the target.

The big man who entered the lab was a little thin, sallow-faced, wearing a gray coat and gray pants, a ridiculous hat on his head, a retired BP-15 automatic rifle in his hand, and a large scalp shoe under his feet that squeaked and creaked against countless glass shards.

What he could not have imagined was that the creaking sound was like a locator that allowed everyone to know his location even without looking at it.

As he passed by Keaton's stealth test bed, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the test bed.

Keaton used a centrifuge that had been broken in two as a weapon. This centrifuge is specifically designed for rotating test tubes, which is basically a rack of test tubes supported by a rotating column. After being interrupted, the test tube rack was gone, and the iron rod that had been used to spin was now a deadly drill bit, plunged directly into the poor fellow's throat.

The gangster let out a scream, half to be exact, and then he couldn't make a sound again. The gun in his hand fell to the ground, and the blood in his throat gushed out like broken milk, staining Keaton's hands red.

"Holy!" Mike Manas burst into a foul mouth.

"Wow! I think I'm in love with him! Tony Hockney said with a look of surprise.

According to Keaton's aftermath, a person who didn't even have this ability could not have survived three years in a heavy prison.

Although his companion is killed by Keaton, Keaton also reveals his location. The rest of the gangsters, regardless of whether they were accompanied or not, spewed out terrifying flames again from the guns that had just been loaded. (To be continued.) )