Soul of the rich

The room was getting more and more stuffy, Wen Zhiyuan had to slow down as much as possible to reduce oxygen consumption.

Lancer's fingertips trembled a little, his blood stains were all over the screen, the password was not too long, only nine digits, and the decoding program was jumping out of the correct password one by one.

1 minute became extremely long, Wen Zhiyuan let go of Lancer, and went to widen the hole that communicated with the next room, comforting himself that there was still air to come in.

It's just that I know intellectually that in such a small room, the speed of air loss should be due to the ventilation equipment pumping out the air. Otherwise, as long as there is an air layer, two people can survive for a long time in such a large place without suffocation.

There was a light click, and the metal door slid open soundlessly. Lancer fell backwards, holding the optical computer in his hand to open other security doors in the main control system. Wen Zhiyuan rushed over to catch him.

Gently probed to look at the corridor, at the end there was still an undifferentiated and marked metal wall, Wen Zhiyuan held the two metal bars in his hand, clasped the light brain to Lancer's wrist, and tried to carry him on his back.

"Wait until I hack the surveillance," Lancer wobbled into the last password cracking program, changed the password of the building's internal network, unplugged the connection cable, and the central control will slowly open all the door.

[Reverse the setting of the air supply system and turn off the monitoring! 】Wen Zhiyuan reminded him.

Lancer was so dizzy that he saw double images, muttered a few words, and continued to give instructions in the central control system, "...It's all because I met you that I was unlucky."

Wen Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and looked around to see that the monitoring embedded in the wall was blacked out. He no longer used the flying screen of the optical computer to write, but leaned into Lancer's ear and complained, "Blame me!"

Ranser was startled, and turned to look at him with his mouth half open.

Wen Zhiyuan turned his bloody face away in disgust, and tried to carry him up again, "The door outside is being decoded, right? Hurry up!"

Lancer froze for a moment, coordinated his movements very well, and complained, "Why are you so weak..."

Wen Zhiyuan felt that his hands were about to move and wanted to slap him, but he was covered in blood, so there was nothing to do, "Shut up!" Damn it, I have also developed a lot of muscles recently, okay?Who is weak to be beaten like this!

Lancer was lying on Wen Zhiyuan's thin back, with mixed emotions in his heart, damn it, he was fleeing for his life by underestimating the enemy, thinking about it carefully, he didn't even have the qualification to underestimate the enemy, he was legal!

So I continued to feel that my life was very hard. Lin Sa, that annoying person back then, had to do it once before he died, because he was happy when he died, and suddenly he hated and questioned his character, and he struggled for several years!

Now I thought he was a flawed enemy's cub, but he was caught together by accident, and found that the truth may be far from his own cognition.

I slapped myself in the face, I couldn't be more heartbroken!Thinking about the sad spring and autumn when he was lying on the lawn in the backyard of S Star's mansion a few days ago, he couldn't help but let go of the hand around Wen Zhiyuan's neck to look at his palm.

Because of biting the fingertips and trying to get the locks off, there are countless small scratches on the hands, the blood is messy, and there are many vertical and horizontal wounds on the short lifeline, which have not yet healed.The mental violence in the body became stronger and stronger, as if it would explode and die at any time.

Hehe, Huaxia's theory of calculating fate based on palm prints is quite accurate, but there is no chance to praise Liu Fei face to face.

Wen Zhiyuan dragged his thigh and lifted it up, and reprimanded him in a low voice, "Are you going to die?! Hurry up!"

"Let me go, so you won't bleed yourself..." Lanser bit the tip of his tongue again and tried to stay awake. It might be just an illusion that Wen Zhiyuan relieved the mental violence just now, and no matter what he can do, it's too late, " The security door decoding will be opened one by one, you just go out alone!"

Wen Zhiyuan wanted to knock him to death, damn it, he looked thin and heavy like a dead dog, and he wanted to die, "Shut up! Don't waste your energy talking? Concentrate on controlling your power!"

Lancer was fully buckled on Wen Zhiyuan's back, his mind was still there, struggling would only hurt the person who was carrying him, so he didn't move.But I have already made a decision in my heart, and at the moment when I can't control it, I want to kick Wen Zhiyuan away with all my strength, even if this person is a nuisance, I still want to retain my dignity as a soldier.

The combination dial at the door of the first gate was beeping, and with a light click, the metal door slid open.

Wen Zhiyuan ran out and lifted Lancer up again, "Damn it, don't faint, do you go up the stairs or go down?" If possible, I would also like to throw away Gao Zhu You, who likes to save nasty ghosts, but unfortunately I don't know the way myself.

Lancer let out a sneer that sounded like a breath, cut, idiot, pointed the way without hesitation in his hand, "Turn right up!"

The whole ground shook for a moment, followed by continuous tremors. Wen Zhiyuan ran staggeringly with his back on his back, "Did the rescuer and the kidnapper exchange fire?"

Lancer listened attentively to the voice, "Mohai's light cannon has a different frequency than others. Rescue is here! But..." He struggled to stare at the light brain again, and began to change the password of the gate one by one.

"Do you want to go back?" Wen Zhiyuan gasped. If the kidnappers were surrounded, they might return to this building as a shelter, right?

"That's right, go back!" Lancer replaced the gates that had cracked the code with new codes one by one, and closed the metal gates that had opened gaps one by one, and the building was closed again.

Wen Zhiyuan carried him on his back and ran to another monitoring room according to the map of the central control. After entering, his feet went limp and he fell to the ground.

Lancer was thrown against the wall and then slid to the ground, enduring the severe pain and still mocking, "Weak chicken, idiot!"

Wen Zhiyuan rushed to the front of the monitoring room table, some of the cameras were reopened by Lancer, outside the building were dense trees and shrubs, and through the shadows of these trees, you could see the figure of the unmanned microcomputer, which was as long as a spider. The jungle chariot with legs is approaching fast.

Someone on the chariot fired at the microcomputer in the sky. While dropping bombs, the microcomputer sprayed white mist of gas in the jungle.

"The microcomputer is rescue?" Wen Zhiyuan looked at the spider-like chariots, their legs were long enough to support the chariots galloping among the messy bushes and trees, and they were about to approach the building.

No one answered, Lancer had already fainted when he turned around.

Wen Zhiyuan sighed, well, it's time to get dizzy, the problem has been solved, and he put together three chairs, intending to put him down and solve his mental violence.

As soon as his hand touched Lancer's arm, he suddenly grabbed it. The momentum and accuracy were good, but the strength was too weak. Wen Zhiyuan sighed and moved Lancer, whose eyes were a little distracted, to a chair and laid it flat.

After checking the situation of the riots, he should have stabilized his mental strength and stopped growing after he became an adult. This time, it was drugs that caused the riots, so if he was not careful, he would directly downgrade his efforts just like his mother did back then.

The solution, Wen Zhiyuan rubbed his forehead, recalled the training he had done, looked around embarrassingly, there was no one there, this Lancer seemed to be in so much pain, so, "Ahem, I'll give you Sing a song."

Lancer spit out a mouthful of blood and almost suffocated. Sure enough, this guy is a jerk. Would you like to sing a farewell song to my dead body?

But at this moment, he couldn't move anymore, he could only stare at Wen Zhiyuan with murderous eyes, did Qi Jingyan know that he married such a thing? !

On the screen, the kidnapping team led by Qi Jingyan was getting closer and closer to the building. There was no way to go to the sky, no way to go to the ground, and all directions were blocked. They could only temporarily retreat to the inside of the building to resist.

Staring at the cannon fire to the entrance, the coded lock was replaced, so I couldn't get in! ! !

Lin De followed Qi Jingyan, who was driving a light chariot, and galloped over the treetops, "Boss, is Xiaoyuan really not in their hands?"

Qi Jingyan took aim and fired, and his voice was very calm, "5 minutes ago, the coordinates were separated! Now they are approaching again, don't let them enter that wooden house!"

In the monitoring room, Wen Zhiyuan got up and turned off the sound in the monitoring, ignoring the rumbling guns outside and the vibration of the room, holding down Lancer's limbs, hands and feet to feel the mental power beating wildly under the flesh, "Concentrate, cough, cough, "What kind of look is this!She waved her hand to help him close his eyes, "Listen to the song and try to calm down!"

Lancer was forced to close his eyes by Wen Zhiyuan wiping his eyelids in the same way that a dead person closes his eyes. The breath in his chest was going to pass in the next second. However, at the moment of closing his eyes, there seemed to be some empty voices coming from the darkness. ear.

Humming without lyrics, the steady wind sweeps across the calm sea, bringing down huge waves one after another, in order to calm their rushing emotions, it raises these waves again, and then presses down again, every time it is raised up is faster than It was smooth last time.

Gentle mental power poured into the body, running forward together with the original manic power, as if advancing around the raging beast, pulling it back every time it wanted to rush out of the road.

Gradually, the irregular rushing and bullying turned into an orderly tide of ups and downs, and the beasts ran as fast as lightning but no longer ran out of the road...

Lancer fainted from the exhaustion after the violent mental violence, Wen Zhiyuan took a deep breath, wiped off the sweat that had seeped into his eyelashes, and finally had the energy to watch the surveillance.

The moment I saw it clearly, I was startled, jumped up and touched the door to confirm that the combination lock was closed.

Outside the monitoring, Qi Jingyan was wearing steel armor and jumped out of the chariot like the wind.

The kidnappers who couldn't get into the building relied on tanks and ground buildings as shelters, and while bombing the entrance, they fought against the pursuers.

Manson was no where to be seen. The fiery woman pointed at the foundation of the building with a ground penetrator and shouted, "There is someone you want inside. If you go one step further, I will blow this place into powder! Get out of the way!" !"

Qi Jingyan faltered in the light of the lightsaber in one hand, and held the handheld light cannon in the other, feeling a little anxious in his heart, and walked forward slowly step by step on the surface.

Linde yelled next to him, "...you try it? Surrender now and I will make your death easier."

Wen Zhiyuan scrambled desperately on the operating table under the ground, trying to find something useful to tell the people above that he was safe here and there was nothing to worry about.

Damn, there are thousands of buttons in this central control room, and it's impossible to tell which one is a weapon?Why didn't Lancer faint later!