Seeing the surrounding situation clearly, Zhang Lisheng, who was in danger, cautiously opened the zipper of the cross-backpack, and reached out to grab a full and round stone of faith inside.

Holding the cobblestone in his hand, a feeling rose in the heart of the god Wu Li that everything was under control, and the eerie feeling brought by the thick black smoke that could not be seen by ordinary people around him was dissipated in an instant.

At this time, a large group of firefighters covered in dirt and dust carried a series of corpses down the stairs to the first floor, and before they could even breathe from exhaustion, a fire commander about sixty years old, with bald hair and a very strong body, strode up and asked loudly, "Hende, how is the situation on the seventh floor?"

"There is not a single living person," a tall figure walked out of the firefighters who had just come downstairs, and after lifting the protective mask, he revealed a resolute but iron-clad middle-aged white face, "It's so weird, major, it's really weird, the second floor has collapsed, the fourth floor has collapsed, the sixth floor has collapsed, and the eighth floor has collapsed;

There were dead and wounded on the first floor, not a single living person on the third floor, dead or wounded on the fifth floor, and not a single living person on the seventh floor..."

"Enough Hende, you're a lieutenant in the New York Fire Department, not a police detective, your job is disaster relief, not analysis and research, not to mention that what you said is all a coincidence, I've seen many more bizarre disaster scenes than this,

Okay, go and put the dead in body bags, send them away, and then immediately go to the ninth floor for rescue. The old commander noticed that as Hende spoke more and more, the air around him gradually became heavier, his pupils shrank, and he said with a blank face.

"Yes. Major. The fire lieutenant was stunned for a moment, nodded with an even more ugly face, hesitated for a moment, and explained, "But I just said that not because I was afraid of the strange things that happened in this building, but because I felt that since there were no living people on the odd floor, then I should only rescue on the even floor."

We don't have enough manpower, so we might be able to save a lot more of the wounded. After that, he led his team members to rush out.

The last reminder from his subordinates made the fire commander frown and fall into deep thought. Zhang Lisheng on the side heard the conversation between the two. His eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, "Is it really your handwriting, sir?"

With such a big movement, I'm curious what you want to do. Hopefully it's not the situation I expected...". The body is extremely light. Run up the stairs to the top.

A few steps out of everyone's sight, the figure of the young man climbing began to become faster than ordinary people, and at the same time. Streams of fine sand drifted out of the cracked walls of the staircase, combining with condensed droplets in the air, and wisps of them rushed into his body like moths to a fire.

Within two or three seconds, ridiculous cartoon T-shirts, shorts, and backpacks were scattered on the ground under the friction of hard sand, and then the wet mud and sand wrapped in dozens of crystal cobblestones attached to the young man's body turned into a quaint full-body armor, completely obscuring his face.

Under the high-speed movement, the firefighters scattered on various floors to rescue don't say that they couldn't detect that someone was running wildly on the stairs because they were busy, even if they coincidentally passed by Zhang Lisheng on the stairs, they just felt that there was a flower in front of them and hallucinations.

In this way, as if no one was around, he ran up to the top floors of the building where there were no rescuers for a long time, and the young man stopped suddenly, and the impact of his huge potential energy actually made a sharp sonic boom.

The sonic boom is harsh, but it is no less than the most beautiful voice in the ears of the desperate wounded, "Who, yes, is someone coming, I'm here, help, I'm here...";

"Gracious Father, have you really answered my prayers, thank you for your protection...";

"Mr. Juede has a heart condition, do you have emergency medicine...", and soon the wailing and shouting of the floor rang out.

The stairs up have been broken, and the young man who looks almost the same as the door god in Hua Guo's New Year painting thought about walking out of the stairwell, and saw that the walls of the compartments on the entire floor had collapsed, and the ceiling was smashed to the ground, and the field of vision was very wide, so he slowly walked in the ruins of the broken wall, looking up at the upper floor that was several meters high from the top of his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

While the young man looked up, some of the helpers had already seen the appearance of the 'savior', which was like the strange dress of the characters of the ancient Oriental drama, even if they had lost too much blood and had hallucinations, it was impossible to think that they were rescuers.

"It's not a fireman, it's not a firefighter, hey, damn the government, you can't pay your taxes for a meter, but you never need their help," said a white-haired old man sitting alone in a pile of crumbling construction debris, his legs crushed by a large cement block, first cursing and then seductively, "This gentleman, I'm Hanno Jewd."

I am the co-owner of this building and one of the executive directors of Blue Mist Real Estate, no matter who you are, as long as you save me, I swear that I will definitely give you a good reward..."

"You are the co-owner of this building," Zhang Lisheng, who was dressed in heavy armor of earth, stopped looking, walked to the old man with great interest, looked down at him and asked in a low voice: "Then you must know who rented these floors above the head of Lu Dao, tell me?"

"You, if you save me, I'll tell you. The old man said slyly.

"What I hate most is that people bargain with me," said the young man, who gently placed his hand on the cement block that held down Juede's legs, which seemed to weigh a hundred tons, and drew a deep handprint on the surface of the block, which caused the old man to cry out in misery.

But even after all this suffering, Juede's will was not destroyed in the slightest, but cried out in a loud voice: "I will not say what I will say, I will never say it, and even if you die, you will not hear a useful word from my mouth."

You have superhuman strength, saving me is just a gesture, save me, save me, save me and you can get the answer you want to know, save me..."

"It's an amazing business idea, but unfortunately I said it, I hate other people's threats. The face behind the hidden mask showed a hideous expression, Zhang Lisheng was about to press the old man's legs into a meat patty, and suddenly a trembling female voice sounded on the side, "Don't torture Mr. Juede anymore, sir, let me tell you, you want to know about the Dao."

This floor is the first, sixty-seventh, sixty-eighth floors have completely collapsed, there are only five or five floors above, of which the sixtyth floor is a department store import and export group called 'Edward Joss Harbour Trading Company', which mainly deals in Asian business;

The 70th floor is shared by more than a dozen small companies, the largest of which is 'Newcastle Machinery Sales Job'..."

The speaker was a dusty young woman leaning against the corner of a broken desk, she looked unharmed, but she was visibly weak, her speech was intermittent, and there were blood stains from the corners of her mouth, apparently the intrathoracic hemorrhage was very serious.

Zhang Lisheng listened quietly to the girl's statement, and when he heard that the top two floors of the building were leased by a company called Black Jazz Advertising Creative, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"An advertising agency renting an entire two-story skyscraper in a downtown New York City," the young man asked, "is it famous?"

"No, it is, it's a new company, and although it's been rented, and the office building has been rented for two months, it's been renovated and hasn't opened," the girl replied faintly, "It is said that it has been invested by a mining tycoon in Pennsylvania, so the funds are very abundant, and I strive to make a splash after trying to do my best." ”

"A new advertising company that wants to make a splash by renovation," Zhang Lisheng said thoughtfully: "Interesting, have you gone upstairs to see the decoration style of that company?"

"No, during the renovation period, the top two floors are sealed and closed, which is normal in the advertising and advertising industry, after all, it is an industry that relies on creativity to eat, if you can win with a stunning opening party, win a good story, maybe you can become famous in one fell swoop. ”

"I see, ha, that's a clever thing to do. The young man muttered to himself and walked up to the dying girl, looked down at the mortal and kind man, and asked, "I am satisfied with your answer, what kind of reward do you want?"

"I want to live, can I live if I want to?" said the girl, whose face bloomed with a longing for life, and said with a sad smile that did not give up any hope, as if she wanted to keep herself in the world.

But just as her heart slowly stopped beating and she felt a cold attack soaked in the bone marrow, a calm voice suddenly sounded in her ears, "Very simple request, then I will do what you wish." ”

After that, layers of mist emerged from the girl's confused and unfocused eyes, slowly blowing through the ruins, becoming cloudy and surrounding her body.

In an instant, she felt her heart warm, her heart beating vigorously again, and the other parts of her body that had been painful to numb became extremely relaxed.

Then, in a trance, the girl saw two earthy yellow wings with arms born in the void, gently supported under her armpits, and hugged her and flew away.

Through the cracks in the glass wall, the sunlight shone on the wings with crystal droplets, reflecting the colorful light, the blurred vision became clear again, and the lips on the girl's dull face trembled and said: "Angel, I have become an angel, this, this is impossible, is it, is it, my lord, it is you, is it you who have come?"

How can I be an incarnation of Jehovah in such a form? Looking at the girl's frightened face, Zhang Lisheng waved his hand with a smile, and drove his 'mud and sand creation' to fly towards the stairwell with the girl.

"Then please tell me, can you give me your name, great 'being'?" the lucky girl who was flying in the air suddenly came to her senses when her figure was about to disappear, and she tried to bow her head towards the young man in the distance, and asked humbly and loudly.

"Wu Li. The pronunciation of the same word is always different between Westerners and Orientals, and the young man did not shy away from saying his name casually. (To be continued......)