[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Things didn't go as he imagined, and it wasn't over yet.

He glanced at the people in the corridor and returned to their jobs. After getting away from the dispute, this floor resumed its usual busyness. This is probably the emergency department, with people coming and going in a hurry, and despair condensed in the air.

He was a little familiar with the atmosphere, which was very similar to the dead silence in the mausoleum.

Where the hell is the well?Nobody knows.Almost all the people who have been there are dead, their consciousness is gone, and the body is only coming to an end after decades of gradual aging under the maintenance of the equipment.Of course, there are some who come back alive, half of them are crazy, and those who are not crazy are taken away by the country for research.But so far, no effective way to deal with wells has been found, so it can be seen that the research has no real effect.

"Wells" are not common, and no one around him has ever encountered the situation of entering a well. He never thought that he would experience it himself one day.

What an irony.

——It turns out that the well is not the "black hole of the soul" as people understand it, but is by their side and never leaves.For a person who is nominally aware of death, perhaps the most painful thing is that his soul goes out of his body, watching the people around him have to face the fact that he cannot come back to life, and seeing himself in people's mouth again and again. Legend has it that death and watching someone you care about experience heart-wrenching shock and grief.

Might as well just pass out like that.

He is not that kind of person.This is not going to work, he must wake up quickly.

But how to wake up?Yimulian has no clue.The guide fell into the well because he was overwhelmed by emotions. At that time, he couldn't care so much in order not to be killed by the resonance bomb, but he didn't expect to fall into the well because of it.Another person may have to sigh and lament the impermanence of the world, but he only thinks about how to get out of trouble.

Just as he was about to struggle to stand up from the chair again, a gust of wind suddenly blew him up.He lost his center of gravity and fell forward, hitting the back of the chair.

Where is the chair in front of him?

After staring at the blurred halo in front of him for a long time, his eyes were filled with tears, although he didn't want to cry at all.He guessed that his right eye was actually hurting like hell at this moment, and the tears were just physical.For the convenience of transportation, the doctors and nurses will give him a dose of anesthesia. Now he is numb all over, probably thanks to that.

In front of him was the back seat of the familiar Rolls-Royce, and his consciousness drifted over without knowing when.

"Stop talking, I feel worthless for him."

This is not what he said.Huang sat in the driver's seat, connected to the wireless communicator in the car, and a smoky voice came from the speaker behind Yimulian.She still had the tone of impartiality just now: "This matter is not up to you, Marshal, you need to figure out a problem - it is wartime, how could the military agree to see you in crisis? They cannot accept even It's a 1% risk."

Huang frowned: "Who hired you back?"

Yan Yanluo calmly said: "After the general's accident, someone must fill the position of secretary. The military department called me back as soon as the phone call. Do you think I want to?"

"Oh, no need. Then go back and continue your vacation." Huang cut off the phone.

Yimu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but when she heard the phone call back less than five seconds later, Yan Yanluo hurriedly said before Huang hung up the phone: "Don't tell me the truth, I don't want to meddle in your little shit. Rationally speaking, it is very impersonal for the military to do this. You just got married yesterday, and this kind of thing happened today..."

Huang was upset when he heard that.

If they were really combined, he might have demolished half of the military hospital by now.No sentinel could accept that his guide was taken away from him. The feigned death was an accident. If possible, he never wanted to experience it a second time.

Besides, it's the same reason...he can't accept it.Did Yimulian really fall into the well?Such an indestructible shield would be defeated by a sneak attack.The other party has already been fixed in the most beautiful moment in his heart, and he seems to have forgotten that Yimulian was also vulnerable when facing landslides.

He didn't know that he was also included in the sneak attack list, and he didn't know what kind of judgment and choice Yi Mu Lian made when the resonance bomb was triggered by the person whose spiritual guide was a black cat.

But he knew it couldn't just end like this.

He clenched the steering wheel: "I want to see him."

Yan Yanluo was quiet for a while: "This is not what you say you want to see. You know the security measures of the Port Arthur Nursing Home. The military won't let it go. Can you still rush in? Even if you do, he Can I climb out of the well and say hello to you?"

Yimu kept rubbing his hands, his hands were frighteningly cold, and he thought to himself that it should be impossible.

He was right here, as if his body had been cut in half, and he had no idea what happened to the other half, let alone waking up from the well.He can't feel the pain of the body, but his heart hurts like being cut by a knife.

He should be happy to have such high expectations for him, and to support his motivation, this alone is enough.

"He will." When the green light came on, Huang stepped on the accelerator and sped away.His eyes were still so determined, his tone was still so unquestionable, no one refuted him, what he said was the truth.This was a big scene that moved Yimulian so much that he had nothing to say, but the white dragon writhing desperately aside, as if waving a fluorescent stick to cheer, really ruined the atmosphere. Long Xiao could be heard, as if emboldening himself.

Yimulian's smile was uglier than crying, he looked down at the ring magnified several times in the tears, and began to suspect that he was not as strong as he always thought he was.

With this sentence, he can even break into hell, but first of all, hell must have a gate.

Yan Yanluo was silent for a long time: "Answer me, are you married?"

"Where's your honorific name? Ms. Yanyanluo."

"It's Miss. Answer me."

The woman's intuition was so accurate, Huang's heart suddenly turned cold: "No."

Yan Yanluo jumped up immediately: "You know what this means. If you are married, you will be bound for the rest of your life. To put it bluntly, the general will be under the supervision of the military for the rest of his life. Before you retire The military department will not allow him to make any mistakes that will affect your status... If you haven't combined yet, isn't there enough guides in the empire for you to choose another one?"

"No. We are combined." Huang changed his words, he did not give Yan Yanluo a chance to refute, he turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the Rolls-Royce roared onto the only official road leading to the island.

Any unplanned "visit" will be rejected by the island. On the ceiling of the tunnel is a neat row of M249s. This old-fashioned machine gun has ballistics and accuracy no less than most modern machine guns. Not only that, it is even in the It also ranks among the best in terms of sustained firepower.

Best of all, it's cheap and can fill an entire tunnel.

"Warning, warning, intruders please stop quickly, otherwise they will open fire directly." The tunnel voice said coldly.

Yan Yanluo didn't dissuade Huang from such a risky approach, and his attention was still on the sentence that Huang just changed: "Don't deceive yourself, Marshal, you obviously want to maintain a state of spiritual union, but now you regret it. Don't let go..."

Huang didn't speak.

The first wave of strafing came, and Huang began to rejoice that the one he drove out was the Rolls-Royce with unparalleled mobility, not the big truck that drove out like it was going to have a picnic.He slammed on the accelerator, and a wave of acceleration deceived the calculation of the machine gun, and the bullets only hit the unoccupied back seat.The shooting has not stopped, the tunnel is probably full of these cheap old-fashioned machine guns, he tightened the steering wheel to show off his position, and had to increase the speed higher and higher, everyone knows, slow down a little There is only one way—

dead.

This term is no stranger to soldiers.Fortunately, the caliber of 5.56mm bullets cannot completely penetrate the shell of the modified Rolls-Royce. Huang did not dare to relax his vigilance. After all, once the number increases, nothing will matter—just thinking about it, this idea came true. .

Yimulian watched the bullet pass through his body and plunge into the seat, which was really horrifying, and he couldn't figure out how Huang could keep driving steadily in such a crazy situation.Yan Yanluo on the other end of the phone became a little unstable when he heard the continuous gunshots: "Marshal! Why bother... It stands to reason that the spiritual connection will be forcibly disconnected after the resonance bomb explodes. You don't need to do this at all."

In the eyes of the military, these attachments are the pride of a country's commander-in-chief. They will never understand the personal attachment of a sentry to his guide.

The condition of the sentry is excellent, and the assistance of a guide is of course the icing on the cake. After the combination, the sentinel's mental power will be enhanced and its ability will be greatly improved. This is also the purpose of the military.But no one required that the guide must be a certain person. There are so many excellent guides in the empire, so there is naturally no shortage of substitutes.

It's ironic, very ironic.

They just use Yimulian as a tool for political marriage, but it just so happens that Yimulian is too good, and his family background just meets the conditions of nobles, otherwise there will be someone else who will be pushed into this position.The military department also acquiesced to the nobles' overtures, and Huang was extremely disgusted with their trade.

He didn't want the two of them to combine in such a situation, that would be too unfair to Yimulian.

"Which ward is it?" Huang didn't have time to answer her, and the second wave of shooting came one after another. Those lunatics didn't understand what it means to save ammunition. The ammunition chains attached to each gun were terribly long, with an average of 1 per minute. The rate of fire has not been used up yet!

Yan Yanluo didn't want to answer: "Marshal, please do it yourself."

"answer me."

"...the third floor of the west building, I don't know the rest."

"Okay, you're fired."

"???" Huang hung up the phone again, automatically blocked the smoky and stunned abuse, frowned to observe the direction the gun was facing, and avoided it precisely. The AI ​​aiming that counts the amount of advance is left behind the car all the way.The bullet only had time to fall on the rear compartment, and was bounced outside the rebounding layer with a clanging sound.

A guardrail was built around the entrance of the tunnel, which was trivial compared to tracking and sniping. Huang didn't feel sorry for the Rolls-Royce being destroyed in this place, so he kept running at the same speed and smashed through the guardrail. It fell down and drove all the way to the gate of the only building on the island.

This feeling of coming to save myself with others is too subtle, Yimu Lian heaves a sigh of relief, fortunately Huang didn't know.

How can there be such a marshal to risk his life for him again?

If something really happened at his own hands, it didn't just go along with the federal army's wishes, so how could it be.

This place is very strange, but he can guess where it is. The holes left on the wall by the prisoners trying to escape are clearly visible. This is the famous Port Arthur Prison in the Empire.The prison was built on a small island across the sea from the North District. It is rumored that there is a special facility here besides holding prisoners...

nursing home.

It is specially used to "handle" those prestigious sentinel guides who have problems but cannot be discarded directly.

It turned out to be true.There is no need for Yan Yanluo to lie, his physical body should have been transferred to this ghost place.The island is heavily guarded, fully automated, and deserted, with only a few transport trucks coming in and out at regular intervals.

Huang came here with a murderous look, and the 92 that he held most conveniently was like a fish in water in his hands. He shot the infrared scanning device on the gate with two casual shots. It doesn't work if you don't find out.He didn't have much ammunition with him, so he used it sparingly. He shot a guard robot one at a time, without leaving any room for it.

The guard at the door was almost down, Huang suddenly stopped "killing", he got back into the car, and took out something from the small drawer where the CD was placed.

He recognized it at a glance—he had an identical one in his hand.

Marshal Huang wore gloves all the year round, and it was very inconvenient to wear a ring when holding a gun. He thought that this thing had been destroyed in the villa that was reduced to a sea of ​​fire, but it turned out that it was not at home at all!Fortunately, he ran back halfway to look for it, lest the people sent by the royal family would see that they were not wearing wedding rings and would keep picking on them...

No, now is not the time to lament all this.What are you going to do?

At a glance, he took off his gloves and put the ring on his ring finger in a serious manner.After all, the ring was more than a year ago. He lost a lot of weight during this trip, and it didn't constrict his flesh when he wore it. It was just right.

Yimulian's mental tentacles were almost destroyed, he suddenly wanted to feel Huang's consciousness cloud at this moment, but he couldn't.He guessed that the sentinel was thinking at this moment, what on earth could bring a guide who had fallen into a well out of a well?Probation?persuasion?Or is it a long wait?

Huang stared at it, feeling that it was awkward, but he didn't take it off again, and went to the rear compartment to touch the RPG-7, and the jailbreak came openly.

If it is probation, now Huang has succeeded.Yimulian is very happy, it's so simple to make him happy, so simple that he can't believe it - how can he be so easily satisfied, he can eat any chewing gum, whether it's true or false, and he can eat it very happily.

He couldn't move and couldn't follow out. He only heard a lot of gunshots from the building, as if a fierce battle was going on.

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness came to a white room.Yimulian saw himself lying on the hospital bed, covered with various infusion tubes, his right eye was covered with a piece of blood-stained gauze, his face was pale, and his breathing was extremely shallow.

But in the end he is still alive, and Yimulian doesn't want to give up hope.

Neither will his Sentinels.

As expected of a nursing home in a prison, the safety factor of "nursing" is naturally in place.The ward was firmly locked by the iron door, leaving only a breathing hole, which was not thick enough for ordinary people to break through.

However, Marshal Huang is not an ordinary person. Last time he was crippled because he didn't bring a large weapon. This time, Marshal Huang learned a lot from the pitfalls and brought a bazooka over.

There was a loud bang in front of him, and even the ground felt trembling at a glance.

"My God! Marshal, are you crazy!" Yan Yanluo yelled in the communicator: "I have already said which one is on the third floor. Boom!"

"I can afford it, so you want to take care of it?"

The wall shattered into pieces and collapsed, and the familiar figure of the man stood behind the lingering gunpowder smoke, but the smoke was too smoky, and within a few seconds, he choked the man uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the man saw him lifeless on the hospital bed: "Yimulian?"

Of course the person on the hospital bed wouldn't answer, he was standing there, waving his hand and saying "Hello".

But the man couldn't see it.

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