Chapter 415 Intelligence

But it is meaningless to say this now.

This is a brave child, very similar to the little beggar before, especially the final determination in his eyes.

If Chu Jiu could hear his current voice, he would definitely ask him to muster up the courage to live and not be shaken by his own death.

Some of them must survive to end this nightmare.

Even if there is only one person left.

Hearing the roar from above, the fat man no longer hesitated and turned to run downstairs.

Looking at the woman lying on the ground, covered in blood, the figure in the dark exhaled a long breath, then coughed violently, and blood foam kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

But the strange thing is that the man's blood seemed to be strong acid, dripping on the ground, instantly burning black holes in the wooden floor.

The air was filled with the smell of fire and blood.

The man's right arm hung unnaturally on the side of his body, and it seemed to be broken. Compared with the woman in front of him who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, he at least had half his life left.

Wei Jinting tore off the stockings on his head, revealing a face covered in bloodstains, one of which almost cut off his brow bone.

"Well done." He stared at the woman.

The walls on both sides of the corridor, including the ceiling, had been completely destroyed in the previous battle, and were covered with hideous marks everywhere.

Some even looked like they were left by the claws of a giant beast.

These short 5 minutes were nightmare memories for both of them.

But fortunately, it was over.

The woman named Wan Yuanning had burned out her last strength, which was not her strength in the first place. She forced the door open and stole it from the devil.

And now, she has to pay the price for her actions.

The side effects began to appear, the alienation on her body began to fade, and the hideous face turned back into baby fat.

Half of her face was covered by fine hair, and the woman's figure was well-proportioned, coupled with such a dark environment, it was quite tempting.

"Ahem." She trembled slightly, spitting out black blood from her mouth, and the pair of sapphire eyes that others admired had been burned out.

She was no longer a threat, and even if she was left alone, it would be difficult for her to survive for 10 minutes.

Wei Jinting staggered over, and finally squatted down, quietly looking at this woman who made him feel difficult.

Blood flowed down Wei Jinting's ankles, and he felt sticky with every step, leaving a bloody shoe print.

"I reminded you, but you didn't listen." Wei Jinting paused for a moment, "You are now like this, either you will be directly backfired and die, or you will survive, but the result waiting for you will be more terrible than death.

"You will be eroded and lose your mind." Wei Jinting suddenly lowered his voice: "This is the price you have to pay for your stupidity. "

"But you are lucky to meet me, so" he grinned and changed his tone, "You have a third way to go. "

"The Night Watchmen are willing to sacrifice someone like you for the sniper attack, so they must have accurate intelligence." He looked down at Wan Yuanning's face, which was twitching slightly in pain, and said, "You knew someone like me would come, right?"

"Only a very few people are qualified to know this level of intelligence, and someone has already infiltrated us." Wei Jinting said, "Let's make a deal. You tell me the name of this person and I will help you through this difficult time."

"Not only can you survive, but I can even help you seize a door so that you can truly control that kind of power. "

His voice was gentle and persuasive. It was not known whether it was due to his skill or his own ability.

In short, his voice made the woman react. He saw the dying woman tremblingly stretched out a hand, with bright red blood rolling on her slender fingertips.

Her vocal cords had been burned by the burning blood, but she could still write with her hands.

Wei Jinting's breathing became rapid. He had always suspected that a night watchman had infiltrated their ranks, and it seemed to be true.

After seeing the words written by the woman, Wei Jinting was stunned, and then his face darkened instantly, and at the same time, a sneer came from his ear.

The ground was divided Ming left a number 4.

The laughter became more and more exaggerated and piercing, and Wei Jinting's face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

The woman's eyes were ruined, her fair skin was covered with bloodstains, and she curled up on the ground like a homeless stray dog.

The whole body was trembling slightly because of the severe pain.

But such a poor thing dared to laugh at himself?

Wei Jinting stood up expressionlessly, staring at Wan Yuanning's half-exposed, mocking face, then raised his foot and stepped hard on her head.

In the corridor, the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Will Hao Shuai be on the 8th floor?" Walking up the stairs, Jiao Tailang, who was always paying attention to the surrounding movements, asked in a low voice to his side.

"Definitely." The fat man looked left and right with his small eyes.

"But he doesn't have this painting, and he will die if he goes there. "Jiao Tailang couldn't help but feel a little worried when he heard this. He had a good impression of Hao Shuai.

"Don't worry, he runs faster than a dog and is smarter than a monkey. He won't die even if both of us die. And I guess he is probably hiding in an empty room near the 8th floor." Fatty whispered, "He's not stupid. He knows to wait for us."

About 10 minutes ago, Fatty ran out of the office building, and the scene in front of him was exactly the same as what Jiao Tailang had seen before.

It was Ping'an Apartment.

As soon as he entered Building 3, he met Jiao Tailang hiding behind a stone pillar.

The two of them tried to test each other at first, and only came together when they found nothing unusual.

After a brief discussion, they decided to go to the 8th floor first.

Since he didn't know Hao Shuai well, Banana Wolf believed Fatty's words. On the way, Fatty took the time to look at the painting in Banana Wolf's hand.

The front and back of the painting were painted with Wu, representing the desperate side, and Wu, representing the kind side.

Banana Wolf didn't need to explain this. The moment he saw Wu in black clothes on the painting, the despair that came to his face almost suffocated him.

It wasn't until Banana Wolf quickly turned the painting to the kind side that Fatty's suffocation was much better.

The two tiptoed to the 8th floor. It was very quiet here, and the deep corridor was completely shrouded in darkness.

Unlike the room they lived in, this place was even older. The walls on both sides and the ceiling above seemed to have been soaked in water, with large pieces of black mold.

If I had to describe it, Fatty felt as if time had stopped here, and the air was filled with the old-fashioned smell of the years.

A few seconds later, a door not far away suddenly opened a little, and then a hand stretched out and waved at them.

It's a doctor!

Fatty's face was instantly surprised, but Jiao Tailang grabbed him, and neither of them stepped into the corridor, but just stood outside the security door.