End the call.

Dean looked at the yellow and blue sky ahead, and with some silence re-lit his pipe, spitting out a few smoke rings, letting the chaotic thoughts in his mind break through the suppression and churn in his mind.

He's a little tangled right now.

It's not about messing with little Mike.

In his previous life, he was a bed bug in a sewer, drunk and dreaming of death, and he never thought about any spiritual pursuits such as pursuing the value of life and realizing his life ambitions.

Principles are bullshit.

Except for the little bit of humanity left as an anchor, other things like responsibility are luxuries for him.

In order to ensure the safety of his life, choosing to give up a little Mike is too normal for him.

For Dean, even if a nuclear attack really happens, all his official connections will hit the streets, and he can live comfortably in this life by eating his girlfriend Nier's soft rice, and by the way, his family can also live well

So he ran away, affecting only a little Mike.

A sick seedling may have less than half a year left in his life.

And himself, who is a violent detective, has a warm family, a girlfriend who loves him, and some interesting friends, as long as he doesn't die, he is destined to be happy in the future.

The Lucifer organization, which may have threatened him before, has also been destroyed.

Physiological, safe, social, respectful.

What he didn't have in his previous life, he now has it.

So why choose to take the plunge?

Dean has a clear understanding of himself: greedy for money, lustful, selfish, bullying and afraid of hard, and small-minded.

Follow your heart.

He can live very well.

Why should such a self gamble his life for the sake of a painted pie?

I'm still young.

It's just a minor setback.

There are countless opportunities for me to slowly accumulate again.

Running away now, both sensibly and intellectually, is the most suitable choice for Dean.

Self-reflection again and again.

Dean couldn't think of a reason to take the risk.

But

In my heart, this time, why is I entangled, hesitating, constantly asking myself, giving myself a reason to escape?

Dean looked at his bloody hands with puzzled eyes.

When do I need a reason to do something?

Manor, balcony.

Little Mike sat in an electric wheelchair, draped in a blanket sent by the housekeeper, and his eyes looked at the flow of people on the street in the distance.

Airplanes~

A slight vibration interrupted Mike's thoughts.

He coughed lightly twice before tapping somewhere on the left, "What's wrong, Dean?" ”

"I'm sorry, I know you're tired right now, but I still need your help right now?" On the other end of the phone, Dean's faint voice came.

"What do you need me to do?"

Little Mike was as short and direct as every time before, without hesitation or complaining.

There was a moment of silence.

On the other end of the phone, a chuckle continued: "I don't know if I'm crazy, but I still want to ask you, do you want to try to be a savior with me?" ”

"Huh?"

After a long time, after hanging up the communication, Xiao Mike took one last look at the laughing street urchins outside, and then controlled the electric wheelchair to a large floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He pressed his almost skinny face up, the flesh of his face wriggling, fiddling with a strange expression, until the help of two fingers finally turned into a very stiff smile.

The other side.

Dean hung up the phone, spit out a circle, watched the smoke ring slowly rise in front of him, escape little by little, and finally disappear into the air, grinning: "Made, I can't recognize people when I lift my pants, I actually get nervous today!" ”

People, when they have feelings, they will have a sense of responsibility.

If you have a sense of responsibility, you will do stupid things.

In this life, he didn't want to continue to be a sewer bug with no temperature.

Dean shook the ash in his pipe, took the pipe that Neil gave him, carefully reclaimed the space, and made a phone call to his girlfriend Neil, his mother, his sister, and his brother before getting into the car.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine.

The little wrecked car that had accompanied Lawrence for many years, spewing black exhaust fumes, disappeared into the middle of nowhere.

University town, underground research institute.

The scene was somewhat bloody.

The researchers, who were supposed to work together, were divided into several factions by skin color and race just because of the words of the tall madman.

White-skinned, dark-skinned researchers stayed away from their yellow-skinned colleagues.

The yellow-skinned group is divided into several small groups because of their ethnicity (nationality of origin).

Between them, seven or eight white coats with bloody faces lay motionless on the ground, blurring the originally white ground with patches of chaotic brawl marks.

These unlucky eggs are all losers who argued and pushed each other just now, which caused a brawl and fell.

They did not die at the hands of the madman who broke in, but fell under the fists and feet of their former colleagues who talked and laughed and got along harmoniously.

On a high platform.

The tall brother in overalls and sunglasses watched with interest as this all happened.

It wasn't until the scene regained calm, and everyone looked at him expectantly or fearfully, that he took a step forward with a smile: "Very good, now, people from Huaguo stand on the left, and the rest of the people stand on the right." ”

A few Vietnamese researchers immediately ran to the right with joy.

They knew that the guy on the high platform was most likely also Vietnamese by killing the Vietnamese companion by the tall man just now.

My companion was killed, and I knew that I had done something sorry for this madman.

They don't!

The Vietnamese do not kill the Vietnamese.

The right one is definitely safe!

Steady!

Driven by these few people, the rest of the researchers, whether they were yellow-skinned researchers or black-and-white-skinned researchers, hurriedly ran to the right, including more than a dozen second-generation Chinese Americans.

In their opinion, they were born in the United States, so they are naturally not Chinese.

There is a researcher on the right, worried that because of those second and third generations of Hua, they will trap their own group of people, and expose them mercilessly: "Go back, Wang, you are Chinese, your parents run a laundry, don't be on our side!" ”

The rest of the people opened their mouths to accuse.

"Shut up!"

The tall man, with a shout, brought quiet back to the scene.

He slapped his face and pointed at the seven or eight yellow-skinned researchers who stayed where they were, at a loss: "It doesn't matter, if you don't agree that you are from a Chinese background, you can also stand up." ”

As soon as this statement came out.

Among the seven or eight yellow-skinned researchers, three frightened faces immediately rushed to the right.

They were just regretting that they were slow to react.

I didn't expect the madman in front of him to be so reasonable.

So many people on the right and so few on the left.

Fools know which side is safe.

No, that madman, dare to kill so many people on the right, right?

No way!

When pigs fly!

Most of the people on the right have this mentality.

They are not stupid, but in a panic, they subconsciously follow the principle of conformity.

Seeing the place, there were still three men and one woman, four yellow-skinned researchers, and the tall man in front shrugged: "Very good, now introduce yourself, my name is Qian Feng, Chinese, but people who know me like to call me Qian crazy, crazy maniacs!" ”

The last few sentences, Qian Feng said in Chinese.

Chinese?

Those on the right who can understand Mandarin have faces that are visibly difficult to look at with the naked eye.

The three men and one woman standing in place, their eyes were first happy, and when they heard the other party say that they were crazy again, the joy that had just risen was covered with fear again.

What a madman.

The devil knows what a madman does.

Qian Feng didn't care about the reactions of these people.

He pointed his finger at the three men, one woman, and four Chinese, and waved at them: "I am a descendant of the Yue Z Expeditionary Force, my father was seriously injured back then, and was rescued by the local Chinese, and he stayed behind, with me, since you identify with your identity, then you can leave now." ”

"Huh?"

The four of them were ecstatic and a little frightened, fearing that the man was playing tricks on them.

The next moment.

The electric door, which had been closed, slowly opened, revealing a passage for only one person to pass through.

Qian Feng waved the remote control in his hand: "Go out, then call the police, tell those police, so that all TV stations cannot be interrupted, and the next program I prepare for this country." ”

"Huh?"

The four of them glanced at Qian Feng blankly again, seeing that he didn't look like a joke, and didn't care what the other party meant, they hurriedly supported each other in the envious and jealous eyes of the group on the right and escaped from this nightmarish place.

The figure disappeared in front of the tempered glass door, and the passage was immediately resealed.

The people who stayed.

Now I hate this electronic door that I originally thought was convenient!

Otherwise, how could there be so many of them, like chickens, to be played with by the madman in front of them!

It's not that you can't run away if you want to!

Bang Bang Bang ~

Qian Feng clapped his palms again and pointed to several large boxes behind him: "Ladies and gentlemen, next, I need some helpers who are familiar with these equipment, and as a reward, you can not participate in the next show." ”

A group of people didn't care what they were, and hurriedly rushed up and pulled the boxes apart.

When the contents are revealed.

A fat white researcher, ecstatically snatching a bulky, camera-carrying camera from a group of companions: "I'll use this." ”

"I will too, give it to me!"

This group of people is worthy of being high-achieving students, in addition to their own research, they also have a wide range of interests and hobbies, and they know a lot.

Among them, there are also guys with bright brains, thinking of what Qian Feng said before, and seeing these devices again, he immediately thought of something, and took the initiative to step forward and said: "Sir, I can modify these devices to the machines in the research room to ensure that there are no problems with signal acquisition, processing, transmission, transmission, reception and restoration!" ”

This alerted other researchers.

Immediately, a few more people rushed forward, saying that they would too.

It's just a simple application of knowledge, who is not a top student?

"Hahaha!"

Qian Feng watched this group of people compete with each other for the opportunity to be a dog for themselves, laughed, pointed at them and said unceremoniously: "Gentlemen and ladies, don't you feel like wild dogs competing for food now?" What about the pride of you Americans? ”

This embarrassing remark made many people subconsciously lower their heads.

What little self-esteem they still had had regained the heights.

But this does not include some of the strong.

For example, the previous director of the institute, the fat guy.

Although he was an authentic Chinese academic immigrant generation, he did not hesitate to stand on the right when he first stood in line.

The fat director, now regretting the matter of standing on the right, and because of the gunshot wound on his hand, he can't win those colleagues, so he just thinks that he is going to lose these hundreds of pounds of meat here today.

I didn't expect the peak to turn around.

He didn't hesitate at all, covered his injured arm, crawled with a roll, and plopped to Qian Feng's feet, the fat big plate face was raised, and he looked at Qian Feng with flattery: "Wangwang~"

This sudden move made even a well-informed gang leader like Qian Feng freeze in place.

Looking at the Chinese fat man in charge of flattering and swaying posture.

All of a sudden.

Qian Feng only felt tasteless.

The sacrifice of my father's generation actually cultivated this kind of tail-wagging thing?

He felt worthless and chilled for his father and his comrades-in-arms who had stayed in that land forever.

Qian Feng waved his hand happily: "You choose people, in ten minutes, I want to see a qualified live TV studio, people who have no value are only worthy of being the material for the game." ”

"I won't let you down!"

The fat man got up from the ground and looked back at his colleagues who were begging to look at him.

At this moment, he actually felt a little cool in his heart, even stronger than when he was a supervisor before.

After all, although he is nominally the director of this experimental research institute, those white and black researchers are not very self-explanatory, so he can only bully those fellow countrymen.

Not anymore.

These people all looked at themselves pleadingly, and even the white beauty colleagues who used to look down on them looked at them with big watery eyes.

If not time is tight.

The fat supervisor really wants to see what these beautiful female colleagues, the white male colleagues who used to put on their faces, will beg themselves.

By the distance of the relationship.

He quickly arranged for a few men and women to be selected, and the equipment and materials were divided up.

It's just that in this pile of boxes on the trailer, there is also a wooden box about a meter long and about half a meter high, which is locked by a strong iron chain and cannot be opened.

The fat supervisor looked at Qian Feng in embarrassment.

The corners of Qian Feng's mouth turned up: "This is a surprise program that will be broadcast live, now, take these things and go to a place suitable for building a live broadcast of the show." ”

For ease of management.

He also deliberately distributed a few short guns to the fat man in charge of a few people, and then ripped off the thick overalls that were hidden on his body, revealing the rows of detonators below:

"I have high explosives all over me, and the measurement of these explosives is enough to blow up this base in a confined environment, I hope you don't make unpleasant things."

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

The few people who got the gun, looking at the dense detonators on Qian Feng's body, completely broke some of the ideas that had just risen, honestly took the equipment, pushed the only remaining box, and walked towards the inside of the research institute.

The rest of the people, too, were completely desperate and honestly followed the team, no longer having some unrealistic ideas.

Now.

Dean, who was driving all the way, just rushed back to the university campus.

The three men, one woman, and four Chinese researchers who had just escaped also reported what happened to the underground research institute to the school and the district police station

Sorry, I called late, so I took a nap

(End of chapter)