Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Lu Zhuoan dug at the crack of the door tightly, his nails cracked several times, scarlet flesh was exposed, leaving bloody marks on the closed hatch.

"Yan Qingning!"

"Commander Yan!"

"A Ning!"

……

He cried, shouting his name to Yan Qingning over and over again in despair. Tears wet his face and blurred the blood stains on his face.

He listened to the constant explosions coming from inside through the thick hatch, the sound of laser bullets penetrating flesh, and the wails of the invaders in the inner cabin...

He pressed his palm against the hatch, and the heat waves from the explosion burned his palm one after another through the thick hatch, making his fingertips tremble with pain.

A weak murmur suddenly came from the roaring gunfire. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he managed to get close to the hatch, repeating the same words over and over again.

"Hurry...run...go to the control room...the main control room...go to the main control room...go..."

Yan Qingning stayed close to the hot cabin door, repeating the same words with great effort.

"The main control room...go to the main control room...cancel the pursuit of the empire...the empire's soldiers...go...protect...protect the empire..."

Lu Zhuoan's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He leaned against the door and responded to his words in a mute voice: "I'll go right away. I'll go to the main control room right now. Commander Yan, you must survive..."

"We must live..."

Shihuang has set up surveillance cameras throughout the entire main ship, which means that the two of them are being watched all the time, monitored by Shihuang's airtight eyes.

The chaotic footsteps gradually came towards this direction, making Lu Zhuoan unable to continue to be immersed in sadness.

He leaned behind a bunker, his deep eyes filled with coldness, and his flesh-exposed fingers trembled with pain, but they were firmer than ever.

The footsteps came closer.

Lu Zhuo'an had cold sweat on his forehead and crouched close to the door to avoid the gaze of Shihuang's surveillance camera and prepared to deal with the incoming soldiers at the blind corner.

"Ding--"

The moment the hatch opened, Lu Zhuoan quickly stepped forward, broke the leader's neck with brute force alone, grabbed the gun in his hand, and fired at the approaching soldiers very quickly.

He didn't give these soldiers a chance to react. He grabbed his gun and fled quickly, avoiding the intensive firepower behind him again and again.

The terrain inside the cabin was very complex, and while avoiding pursuit again and again, he also invisibly attracted more firepower and explored more paths.

I don’t know how many bullets were hit in my legs and feet, and the palm of my hand holding the gun was also shot through.

Too much pain continued to accumulate in his body, causing his brain to become numb to the perception of pain under self-protection.

Lu Zhuoan didn't know how many doors he passed through, and finally found the hatch of the main control room in a secluded corner.

He gritted his teeth and braced himself, followed Yan Qingning's previous example, transformed the laser pistol in his hand into a miniature grenade, and blasted open the closed door of the main control room.

The small-scale explosion shocked his internal organs, forcing him to vomit a mouthful of blood, and he had to half-knelt and support the wall to slightly relieve the aftereffects of the explosion.

The choking smoke dissipated, and the muzzle of a cold gun was pressed directly between Lu Zhuoan's eyebrows, exposing his miserable and pitiful appearance.

"The Commander of the Empire, we finally meet..."

Shi Huang squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Zhuoan, who was almost covered in blood. His eyes were like snakes and rats in the ditch, so sticky that it made people feel sick.

Lu Zhuoan frowned, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he vomited a large mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

He calmed down a little and sneered: "Ha... the one-eyed rat in the gutter... dares to make such a big show..."

Shihuang's face turned cold, and the muzzle of the gun moved slightly, breaking his kneecaps on both sides, forcing him to bend his legs and kneel down.

Lu Zhuoan fell to the ground and gasped for air. The pain from the broken bones in his knees deeply stimulated his nerves, making him break into a cold sweat.

Shihuang raised his foot and stepped on his face, pressed the muzzle of the gun with residual heat against the blood vessels in his throat, and said with a mocking look on his face: "Will the high-ranking commander of the empire be crushed under my feet like a dead dog? "

The face was crushed hard by the uneven shoe surface, and the blood vessels under only one layer of skin were pressed by the hot muzzle of the gun. All the bones in the body seemed to have been torn apart and reassembled.

Lu Zhuoan could only vomit blood when he opened his mouth, unable to speak even half a complete sentence.

He closed his eyes and regained his strength, no longer paying attention to Shi Huang's insulting curses.

Shihuang was not satisfied with his corpse-like attitude, so he brought up something to draw his attention: "You went through all the trouble to come to the main control room with wounds all over your body, just for the sake of the experimental subject in the inner cabin. ?"

Lu Zhuo'an opened his eyelids and rolled his eyes, with blood in his mouth: "What's wrong with him..."

"That experimental subject has long since died." Shihuang smiled evilly, "The moment you left the inner cabin, there was no possibility of life remaining in the inner cabin."

Lu Zhuoan's heart suddenly panicked, and he instinctively began to struggle, vaguely retorting to Lu Zhuoan's words: "No...he won't...won't die...he won't..."

Shihuang looked at his pitiful look and suddenly felt something interesting, so he specifically moved the muzzle of his gun: "Speaking of which, are all the people in your empire such a group of people who are rushing to die?"

"One or two, like annoying rats, either jumped over here and blew up my cabin door, or jumped over there and destroyed my inner cabin."

"What's the use of your efforts? If you succeed, you will be remembered by one or two names in history. If you fail, no one will remember you."

Lu Zhuo'an wanted to refute what he said, but his mouth was blocked by Shi Huang with a gun, and no sound came out except for indistinct syllables.

Shi Huang, who always regarded human life as nothing but trivial matter, rarely had any respect left. He lowered his eyes and looked at the embarrassed Lu Zhuo'an, with his fingertips resting on the trigger, "Farewell, Commander of the Empire..."

"boom--"

The gunshot rang out, and blood dripped to the ground, condensing into a dazzling color.

The expected pain did not appear, and he fell into an embrace filled with the smell of blood. The familiar smell of platycodon flowers surrounded him, causing his eyes to turn red unknowingly.

The man held his waist, protected his body, and comforted him in a low voice: "Your Majesty, your subordinates are down."

The tears finally broke free and rolled out one by one. The damaged vocal cords could not make a sound for a while, so he hugged Yan Qingning's body tightly, holding his trust like a cub returning to its nest. The person sobbed softly.

His Commander Yan is back...