Under the colorless sky, the graveyard-like numb city, the partial three-wheeled motorcycle roars across the numb river.

The driver is in black sunglasses, black clothes, and black leather shoes, and the passengers are holding black top hats, black clothes, and black leather shoes, and they are like mourners, ignoring everything that passes by.

A building appeared in the street ahead, with plaster flags hanging high, windless, like hanging robes, and it was a hospital, stone walls, gray tiles. Ever since a soul who shouldn't have been resurrected here has been resurrected here, all the windows of this hospital can no longer be opened, and outside the windows are cold metal fences, like a huge gray coffin.

The motorcycle passed through the steel helmet and bayonet, entered the courtyard, and drove to the door before stopping.

The driver turned off the engine, was not in a hurry to get out of the car, took out a cigarette to light it, then looked at the hospital door through his sunglasses, and asked the passenger sitting on the side bucket: "Do you guess he is dead?"

"I wish he was dead. The rider leaned back in a more decadent posture, buttoning the black top hat in his hand to his face to block the glare of the sun, and had no intention of stepping off the motorcycle.

The delicate face behind the sunglasses smiled, and the smile was both helpless and complicated, so his leather shoes fell to the ground, and he lazily walked to the door, a creaking spring friction sound accompanied by the internal and external shaking of the two doors, and his black back disappeared into the hospital, and the two doors still staggered endlessly, creaking endlessly.

The passenger remembered the noise, the noise that had gone on and on behind him, especially at night, when he was oozing blood under the dim lamp of the door, watching her walk out of the darkness.

Without warning, a crow flew overhead, and obscene projections silently skimmed the courtyard floor, over motorcycles, and over gray roofs, but the occupants with their hats over their faces could not see the momentary darkness.

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The corridor, very long, so long that it felt distant, was flanked by walls, on both sides were doors, and it was dark during the day, and when some doors were suddenly opened, when the nurses came in and out, it suddenly lit up, like a life-saving light.

He didn't have to ask, he just walked to the door of the ward he thought was the one he thought was two sculptural gendarmes standing outside it, and one of the gendarmerie officers had begun to smile at him and call out to him for Lissan.

After the rescue, the target was not dead, he was still in a coma, Li Youcai walked into the ward on the grounds of visiting by the way, and the patient's strong, pale, and haggard unconscious face could still slightly reveal fortitude, and he did look like a pillar of the country.

Can the person who saves the pillars of the country be regarded as the pillars of the country? Such a boring question made the black dog traitor stand in the white but still dark hospital room. The world is like an abyss, how high do the pillars have to be? Looking up, he can't even touch the cold roof of the hospital room.

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Hu Yi, who was confused on the motorcycle, suddenly felt very strange, he didn't understand, why the sun sprinkled on him he could still feel cold, whenever he felt cold in his heart, it must be that the world was too quiet, and then he realized that the windless under the sun was surprisingly quiet, and then he realized that the slight sound outside the gate just now was a familiar sound.

Sharply cut through the skin, cut through the flesh, and then slowly pulled out, accompanied by that sound, the metal sharply rubbing against the blood, as if every time he sent a bayonet into the corpse of an enemy, it was a sense of familiarity countless times.

He lifted his hat, his shoes fell to the ground, and stood in the sunlight facing the gate of the courtyard, which was empty between the two pillars, and there should have been two devil guards, who were not there at the moment, except for his own shadow at his feet.

Hu Yi couldn't help but start to retreat, step by step very slowly, very lightly, the M1932 left the holster, cold out of the sheath, like an awakened metal demon, and immediately began to relentlessly sniff the breath of death in the air.

His back had touched the two spring doors, but he still didn't dare to put down the muzzle of the gun, and he didn't dare to turn back, but he just continued to retreat until the two doors were leaned open, and then they were repositioned and closed, squeaking and staggering in front of the muzzle, and the environment immediately dimmed, he turned around and hurried into the corridor to find Li Youcai and leave this damn place through the back door.

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Boom - the two doors suffered an impact, and were kicked inward by a ferocious external force, hitting the walls on both sides behind the door, and the harsh light suddenly spilled into the corridor, and the moment time stood still, several figures stood quietly in the glare light outside the door, covered with Zhong Kui's paper masks, holding the muzzles of guns.

Boom - The two doors closed back naturally due to the elastic force, knocking over the first figure trying to rush into the hospital. The Zhong Kui in the back were stunned, and they didn't have time to think about why this door could automatically return to its position, of course, they didn't dare to kick it again, but instead they pushed it lightly and rushed in!

The three Zhong Kui masks side-by-side flat-ended shell guns, like a killing god, quickly rushed into the corridor, shooting all the panic in the corridor, and there were bullet shells jumping on the ground step by step, and the narrow dark space was so that the gunfire was as shocking as lightning and thunder mixed with echoes.

Zhong Kui's mask in the rear followed up and kicked open every passing door, followed by screams and gunshots. The gloomy corridor brightened forward one by one, and each Zhong Kui mask became clearer and more hideous.

The blood-colored flowers began to bloom on the white wall, or dotted like plums, or large like peonies, and brightly drooped down the wall, like branches and vines, and were strangely beautiful.

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Hu Yi couldn't get to where he wanted to go, he had just walked halfway down the corridor when a bullet from behind him had already slashed across his shoulder, whizzing forward, forcing him straight into the nearest hospital door.

Outside the window, it was bright, but it was cut into a uniform picture by a dusty metal fence, and immediately became infinitely distant. The sound of gunfire continued to throb the hallway, draining the last vestiges of expression on his grim face.

The door was slammed shut by him, and he was chained, and he didn't care that the wounded devil on the hospital bed was looking at him in shock, pulling the hospital bed and pushing it directly to the door, the bed legs quickly rubbed against the ground and made a screeching noise, the sound broke the hearts of the devils on the hospital bed, but he couldn't struggle out of bed.

Boom - even the door and frame were kicked by an external force and trembled violently, and the floating ash flowed. In the four corners of the room, the door occupies a corner, Hu Yi retreated with a gun, chose a diagonal corner to lean on, and then quickly removed the ten-round magazine in the gun, replaced it with a twenty-round long magazine, and stared at the door along the muzzle of the gun, waiting to be broken, waiting to face it.

Boom - the second violent tremor of the door with the frame made the devil wounded man lying on the top door bed scream, he tried to use his waist force to twist the wounded body and roll down, and suddenly a violent shooting explosion began outside the door, bullet holes scattered on the door one by one, the windows were shattered, bullet marks on the wall appeared instantly, accompanied by the ricocheting sound, and the bullets hit the ward in a disorderly manner.

Suddenly there was a shout in the hallway, "No time to delay!" and the footsteps quickly left. The bed sheets were stained red and spread.

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Li Youcai tried to escape, when he opened the door of the ward, the rain of bullets was whistling in the corridor, a ghost gendarme had become a corpse at the door, and another gendarme was being shot, holding the door frame in his hand and falling unwillingly, continuing to withstand the impact and penetration, sliding down a little bit against the outer wall next to the door, the hand that tried to hold the door frame slid down in Li Youcai's eyes at the same time, making Li Youcai completely lose the courage to rush out.

The chill from head to toe, his rotten life was counted in seconds from now on, until the moment he faced the muzzle of the gun.

He has never been able to have a gun for a long time, and now he has no regrets, the gun does not allow him to escape the call of death, the biggest effect is that it can make him struggle for a few more seconds, he would rather regret that he is not Hu Yi.

The door slammed shut, as if one more shot had been fired, and the door was so shaken that it was sprinkled with light ash, and the door immediately seemed cold, and it had become the door of death.

He leaned against the door and slid down the wall, sat in the cold, looked at the pillars of the country unconscious on the hospital bed through the delicate sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, tried to laugh like he once did, and failed!

The corridor was long, and there seemed to be an infinite number of doors, but this door must be the door of death, and the patient in this room was the messenger of death.

He was still obsessed with why he couldn't smile anymore, he had faced death before, and he had never been so confused.

The sound of death's footsteps stopped outside the door: "It should be the devil who is holding the door!"

Boom - a clear kick, even the wall around the door frame fell with dust, like a death knell.

Boom - the second collision was more powerful than the previous one, the deadbolt was broken, and the door frame was cracked, like a gap in the sky.

A few seconds later, under the sound of heavy blows and shattering, the door of death exploded, and the death messengers flashed into the darkness outside the door, every face was paper, every face was Zhong Kui, and the black line grimaces with pale backgrounds were set off strangely clear by the darkness of the corridor, as if they had no body but a face, diluting the muzzle of each gun under the darkness. They didn't move, they didn't enter the door, and the silence became a picture of death.

The commander of the incomatose Einsatzgruppen was strangled by a black-clad traitor by the neck and stopped in front of him, his gun pointed at the back of the unconscious man's head, ready to be fired.

"Do you want to save someone, but unfortunately I can't give him to you!" was said by the traitor very calmly.

"X, your mother's Einsatzgruppen deaf I said I don't want to die!" At the same time as he said this, the traitor suddenly became hysterical, screaming like a curse, and his voice was hideous.

However, the image remained still, and he received no answer.

Pop--The sound of gunfire without warning shook the picture, and Zhong Kui's mask outside the door flashed subconsciously to both sides, pressing against the walls on both sides of the door.

The muzzle of the gun in the traitor's hand diffused a faint smoke, and the unconscious man's right ear was blasted out of a red hole, and blood began to flow, dripping on the traitor's black shirt. The pale face behind the sunglasses finally laughed, and there was no freehand at all, only anger.

There was finally an answer in the hallway: "Let him go, we can spare you a cheap life!"

The traitor continued to be hysterical: "Fuck you! There is a kind of blasting Lao Tzu and you earless waste captain into a sieve right now! Come on! Stand up and hoe the traitor! Lao Tzu also wants to see what his heart has become!"

The blood was still dripping, and the white on the traitor's chest was already bright red, like a bullet.

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