Although these subordinates who drew short strips of paper also protested, they could only give up their positions because the others could not give up their positions.

Regarding this kind of result, Jiang Yingxue and Ivan glanced at Bai Ning one after another, even if they knew the loopholes of this kind of lottery rules, they didn't understand how Bai Ning, the last person to draw the note, cheated these unlucky people.

For the current ending, even if Bai Ning's expression is light and light, the emotions in his heart are definitely not positive, but a kind of heartfelt bitterness.

There is a huge loophole in Bai Ning's lottery rules, that is, these notes are not anything special, and it is easy to replace them with a different piece of paper in the current dim environment.

Bai Ning didn't know how many of the people in this group had taken the opportunity to replace the note, but the only thing that was certain was that no normal person would replace their long note with a short note.

In other words, the current lottery game is essentially a test of survival will, and only simple-minded fools and people with ulterior motives may keep the short note in their hand, or even deliberately make it shorter.

Now the personnel of the short note are all vulnerable people under Ivan, and this person with ulterior motives is self-evident.

As Bai Ning had speculated before, the overall purpose of the Daredevil Society was also the ancient ruins of the Tunguska region, and now he tried his best to control the hypnotic individuals and cooperate with Bai Ning, which could be regarded as an echo and help to Bai Ning's plan.

Bai Ning and the personnel of the Night Demon Society have reached a tacit understanding of secretly cooperating, it doesn't matter how they fight in the future, and now everyone's attitude is to work together to escape from this place of execution.

The lottery has been completed, and the sturdy little tiger ignores the lottery rules, and is the first to take the lead with an oil drill, and the other personnel enter the ventilation tunnel in turn.

The faint smell of blood behind him made everyone's movements very swift, for fear that they would be attacked in the abdomen and become the next senseless victim.

The team climbed very hard up the ventilation tunnel, and the fresh air that began to circulate in the tunnel also made everyone look very excited.

This doesn't necessarily mean that they are one step away from the exterior vent, but at least it shows that the exterior vent is not buried by rocks and can be easily chiseled open with the help of an oil drill.

Stimulated by the hope of survival, the speed of the team is getting faster and faster, even if they are tired and out of breath, but everyone's tense expressions gradually cool down.

Perhaps the spirit riot in the secret base has completely wiped out all the living forces, or maybe all the living forces in the secret base have fled, and the biochemical beasts that have lost their targets have begun to spread down the tunnel.

Just when the excitement was at its highest, there was a burst of exclamations at the end of the procession, followed by panicked and dense gunfire.

The rioting spirits eventually came down the tunnel, and everyone crawled faster, only hating themselves for missing two legs.

After a while, the little tiger who opened the way in front of him felt a burst of fresher air blowing.

"Hold on to the people in the back, I've already arrived at the exit, and it's only a matter of minutes to open the vent."

The smell of mossy and damp air seemed to pour in the smell of the entire forest, which made Xiaohu yell into the walkie-talkie excitedly.

Whether or not this is an empty phrase to reassure people, hope in such a time of crisis is always uplifting.

"Hurry up the people in front, the ones in the back are about to be unable to hold on!"

Of course, hope is just around the corner, and there will always be some people who can't suppress the desire to survive in their hearts, and urge them even harder, just like Ivan at this time.

Xiaohu obviously didn't understand Ivan's Russian, and he was not in the mood to respond to anyone's urging, and with a lot of heavy equipment, his physical strength was already close to the limit.

The little tiger who gasped for breath continued to squeeze the last potential of his body, crawling forward at a faster speed, in order to be able to share the pressure of the little tiger, or just to make his own chance of survival greater, several Ivan subordinates at the back of the team also helped the little tiger share some of the equipment.

A few minutes later, the roar of the oil drill in front of him sounded, and the progress of the team was completely ended, and the gunfire behind gradually turned into a cry of tragic death.

The hypnotic cannon fodder in the back seemed to be unbearable, everyone's mood was even heavier, there was no room to move in the narrow tunnel, and it seemed that they couldn't do anything else except be able to delay the time of death.

Those who stopped in place were silently gasping for breath and preparation, perhaps waiting for the deadline for their own death, or waiting for the good news ahead.

The ranks were eerily silent, except for the gunfire and heavy gasps at the very end.

"The people in front of us are passing the guns to the back, and we have to buy more time for everyone."

Jiang Yingxue urged Bo Xinshan to say this, hoping that everyone could concentrate on buying more time.

Jiang Yingxue's proposal can provide more powerful firepower for the personnel at the end of the team, but the disadvantage is also obvious, once the personnel at the end of the team are killed, the guns will not be able to be transmitted back to the front, and the personnel in front can only be reduced to lambs to the slaughter.

In the face of the proposal of the highest decision-making level, the silence in the team seemed even more eerie, and everyone's hands holding weapons became more tense, which was a taste of resistance.

"Hurry up! There is no time!

The first few handed over the guns, it's useless for you to ask for guns, it's better to use more snacks on the oil drill! ”

Ivan, who was in the middle of the line, listened to the gunshots behind his ass getting closer and closer, and he was the most supportive of this idea, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled a few words.

The proposal was obviously more benign, and the crowd began to pass their guns, and five or six extra guns were quickly gathered.

With the support of more guns and ammunition, the sound of gunfire in the back was no longer one person, but two people, and the pressure to deal with the spirit riot was much less in an instant.

The brief victory made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, but the roar of oil drills in front of them suddenly stopped.

This was not a signal that the tunnel had been opened, as the corresponding cheers were not heard.

The silence full of a sense of crisis heralds the silence of death.

Everyone knows the possibility that at this critical moment, either the oil drill suddenly strikes, or the air vent is too tightly defended to be broken.

Hope is only one step away, but now the tool that breaks the window of hope suddenly strikes, and everyone's hearts sink to the bottom in an instant.

The suffocating silence lasted only a few seconds, and suddenly there was a Gatling's unique roar, a dull hum that combined with the explosion of bullets crashing against concrete stones, made everyone's hearts beat slowly again.

Hope is presented again, but it does not mean that despair has not followed!

Gatling's destructive power is indeed great, but his ammunition is very limited, and if he can't break through the vents before the bullets run out, everyone will be completely dead.

For a while, the front row of people who lost their weapons looked even more entangled and hesitant, and their eyes looked at Xiaohu with more expectations.

The sound of bullets hitting the concrete, as if all of them were hitting their heavenly spirit cover, was so penetrating that people couldn't bear to listen to it, but it was related to their own lives, and they had to force themselves to listen to it.

"Broken!

Hurry up, hurry up! ”

As a large number of hot bullet shells gradually piled up in front of them, and the hope in everyone's eyes became weaker and weaker, Xiaohu's roar gave everyone the strength to survive.

The whole team was boiling in an instant, and the personnel at the end of the team were also completely stimulated to their bloodiness, and the speed of the guns was more violent, and they had the momentum of being a man.

The passage was completely opened, and Xiaohu quickly got out with his equipment, and the dark forest gave people an endless sense of oppression, but compared to the endless despair inside the tunnel, this darkness was quiet and lovely.

The people trapped inside poured out faster, and everyone knew the danger of surrounding the entrance of the cave, so they retreated very widely, and Ah Long and the others who rushed out neatly were even preparing bombs to blow up this tunnel that could pour out a large number of terrifying beasts at any time.

The team in front of them moved quickly, but the people behind them still moved slowly, seemingly enjoying the thrill of fighting the beasts.

It was clear that there could be no self-sacrificing heroes among the outlaws, and that it was just the work of the Daredevil members, a clumsy attempt to abandon the basic logic of behavior.

This is not only to increase his own survival probability, but also to tell Bai Ning that the previous draw was not a coincidence, and all secret transactions existed.

The strength of the opponent has exceeded the critical value, and everyone can only rely on their own abilities in the future, and any untimely forcible blocking will only cause the team to fall apart.

Another person from the back hurriedly climbed out, and sporadic gunfire could still be heard at this time, followed by a strong smell of blood.

Without the slightest hesitation, Aaron threw the explosives that had been prepared into the tunnel, and with a loud "boom", this dangerous escape route was completely integrated into the rocks and earth.

"How's it going on at the base?"

Finally escaped, and the last danger had been cut off, and Ivan, who had completely let go of his hanging heart, began to care about the casualties on the other side of the camp.

The only thing that responded to Ivan was the squeaking of electricity on the walkie-talkie, and the white noise that would never be absent.

"The camp may have been taken over by biochemical beasts, let's go to the vehicle hiding spot first, and even if anyone survives, we will definitely move closer to that side."

Jiang Yingxue was also sweaty at this time, and her wet hair was all attached to her forehead, and the thrilling feeling of the rest of her life after the catastrophe was a chaotic beauty that she had never seen before.