[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 13

May I ask, is it cost-effective to spend so much money to bury the chief sentinel of the empire and his guide?

Federal soldiers will answer responsibly: any price is worth it.

The moment the ground collapsed, his mind went blank, and the fear of nowhere to escape hit his forehead hard. Unlike the previous ones that were all over the place, this time there was really no way to retreat.The woman's ferocious laughter was still in his ears, and he felt that his expression now should be exactly the same as the woman's expression when he saw him escape from the flames.

Things started 10 minutes ago.

The lights in the basement were not turned on, and it was still cold in the hot weather.Out of caution, Huang didn't chase after him immediately, until his "human-shaped radar" figured out the situation under the ground before moving on - the girl's light footsteps were mixed with the noise of the machine working, and he was almost caught He ignores it.

Yimulian took out a lighter that had not been used for a long time from his pocket, and threw it in.The lighter fell on the ground and burned normally, and it didn't trigger any mechanism, so it didn't seem strange.

Huang was a little surprised by Yimulian's behavior of carrying a lighter with him, the two looked at each other, and went downstairs one after the other.

"Pinyu Ji?" Huang's voice echoed throughout the floor, but no one responded.

Yimulian made another call, thinking that if Jinyu Ji had already been arrested, it would be okay to call this call and let someone from the Federation pick it up.If Jinyu Ji was hunted down by people from the Federation, she would probably be innocent. Rescuing her and asking her clearly would be beneficial and harmless.But this time he didn't even hear the cold female voice on the phone. After looking carefully, there were only three words on the communicator: No signal.

This is a prosperous imperial capital, how could there be no signal!

"Jaminator." Huang judged, looking around: "Turn on the flashlight of my communicator."

The use of signal jammers has been explicitly banned in recent years. The digital age cannot accept the existence of this thing, but if you want to buy it, there is definitely no black market.

Yimulian did it, so Radarhuang added another function - turn on the light, and Yimulian followed behind him with the machine gun he picked up.

The basement was much larger than the first floor, but it seemed like it had been emptied and nothing was left. "Who?" Huang's keen sense of hearing played a role, he pointed the lamp over, and there was a black cat more than ten meters away.The cat walked on tiptoe, soundlessly, but seemed harmless.

Why is there a black cat in this place?Huang Zheng felt strange, so he heard Yi Mu Lian say, "It's a spiritual guide."

What is even more incredible is that there is a black box next to the cat.

——It was the one that Huang saw Jinyu Ji holding in his dream!

The cat didn't look at them, but at the box.After a while, the box moved without warning and made a rustling sound. After opening it, Yimu Lian thought that something strange would come out, but the box was empty and there was nothing.With such a large number of appearances, shouldn't it really be just an ordinary box?As Ichimolian thought about it, the box suddenly made a sound.

"12-19 Putney Road, someone is chasing me!"

That was the voice of Jinyu Ji!

Huang and Yimu looked at each other in dismay, this turned out to be a recording box?After the voice was played, another female voice that I had never heard before came from the box: "How about it, are you surprised or surprised? This is my treasure box, um... I really want to put you in my box together. in the box."

Huang raised his eyebrows: "Fire."

Yimu beat the box into a sieve without saying a word, but the box jumped on the ground twice, and it was not broken: "Oh, this is a replica, you can hit it whatever you want, anyway~ you can't leave here gone."

I glanced back at the passageway down, and it was still there, and no one attacked from behind.

"Where's Jinyu Ji?" Huang interrupted her.

"Of course it's in my box..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

The box snorted coldly: "It's where she should be, but it's not here anyway. It's a pity that you two have made a trip in vain... It's a pity, but I also want to put you in the box. It was possible, but you just forgot Well, then I have no choice but to obey the order and get rid of you. Sad~"

Huang didn't tell Yimulian Jinyu Ji's words "remember quickly", but Yimulian only felt dizzy after hearing it: what is this?

The emotion on the other end is doubt and uneasiness, he knows that Huang has something to hide from himself.But Huang didn't intend to continue to hide it from him, and asked in front of his face: "Wait a minute, what does 'forget' mean?"

The box obviously had more to say and wanted to chat. Just as he was about to explain, the black cat next to him suddenly opened his mouth.

It was a cool and majestic female voice.The black cat lightly interrupted the box: "Enough nonsense, let's get down to business." It has red eyes, which can't help but make people feel chills down the spine--a black cat is unlucky, and now it's blended with the color of blood Together, seeing it gives the illusion of attending a funeral.

Ordinary bullets won't work against spiritual guides, and Yimulian didn't waste bullets.

"Oh." The box changed the subject and laughed twice: "Both of you have beautiful eyes and noses, what a pity, what a pity, hehe."

As soon as it finished speaking, Huang suddenly pulled Yimulian back: "Not good!"

Yimulian's mind was buzzing, and even he could hear the mixed sounds in the air-didi, didi, coming from all directions.He knew this voice, and it was only yesterday that he didn't want to hear it again... It was the woman's photon mine, which didn't need lead wires or a countdown timer, and was purely controlled by the guide's will.

This is also the reason why he was able to avoid most of the photon mines yesterday, try to cut off the control of the mine body by the woman's mental tentacles as much as possible, and buy as much escape time as possible for himself.

Damn it, he shouldn't trust the 24h surveillance so much.God knows when these things were installed. They are colorless and odorless, and the sentries can't detect them at all. Only experienced mine-destroyers can find them.

The bomb was detonated, and there was a deafening roar, and the ground shook violently. This old factory building couldn't bear it at all, and it didn't even have time to crumble, so it just collapsed.Yimulian seemed to be still in a dream, and he had no real feeling about it, and he was almost taken aback by his quick response.

He could almost hear the woman laughing at him in the air: "Hee hee hee, back road? Who are you talking about?"

It is your retreat that is broken!

The desperation was far from over, and the sound of explosions continued. The two-story paper factory was afraid that the entire building would be blown down.

There is nothing around here, let alone any shelter.There was nowhere to hide, the ground collapsed in pieces, and the crushed stones made his forehead ache, and he didn't know where he was bleeding.

There was a roar in his head, and he realized that the mental barrier he relied on for survival was useless when his life was at stake.An unrealistic thought flashed through him—what about Huang?Can Sentinel's physical ability escape?He calculated it in his head, and then he was pushed hard and fell to the ground staggeringly.

"Are you a dummy!"

The ceiling fell, and he, who had always faced difficulties, closed his eyes.

There was a thunderous bang, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.It turns out that human beings are so weak, and the genetic changes of acquired selection cannot change this fact.Yimulian just felt that he had been quite embarrassing in the past few years. It was even more embarrassing to die in such a dark place instead of dying on the battlefield.He has no regrets.A bomb almost exploded on top of his head, and the stones burst and splashed on his face, but it didn't hurt as much as imagined.

The limbs were numb, but there was no pain, the pain seemed to be subconsciously drawn out by him, and he was actually relieved.

He pursues to live with his heart, without complaint or regret.

...is nothing but death.

The weight will crush him, just for a moment, a moment of insignificance.No matter how high he stands, the long river of history will not remember him because of it.The smiling faces of people he knew flashed before his eyes one by one, and finally stayed on Huang's face that said "Isn't there still you?", he thought it was a revolving door.Time seemed to go back an hour, and he suddenly wanted to rush up and kiss him desperately.

But I wish you were not here.

They are not married, and Marshal Huang is still at the prime of his life, with a high position of less than one person and more than ten thousand people, how can it be difficult to find another guide who is better than him?

But he calculated and calculated, and suddenly found hopelessly that even if he started to escape the moment the explosion sounded, he would not be able to escape from here with the top score in the sprint in the military academy... Even more sad.

"What's wrong, I didn't cry...why are you crying?"

Yimulian opened his eyes suddenly, a drop of water just fell on his eyelid, and it slid down, his vision was red.

Huang laughed very embarrassed, never so embarrassed.The goddamn bean curd dregs project, the walls are so thick and not strong, it's hard to breathe under the weight of him.

Putting on such a relieved smile, laughing and crying again, who is it for?Absurd slander.

Yimu Lian's eyes widened, he couldn't see Huang's expression clearly in the pitch-black confined space, Huang was very close to him, so close at hand, he spit out his rough breath on his cheeks, blowing the tears all over his face a little itch.He also didn't see half of Huang's face soaked in blood, his eyes were blurred, and the pain was so painful that it was boundless.

"Marshal?" Yimulian was pleasantly surprised to find that the two were still alive, except that Huang's leg was pressed against his leg and couldn't move, there was no other injury.

Then his smile froze.His eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

The smashed ceiling was less than an arm's length away from him, and he was shaking up and down as Huang Da panted.

The stone slab was pressed against Huang's body, and it turned out that what dripped just now was neither water nor sweat, but bright red blood.

Huang's hands were not supported on the ground, and he couldn't support the ground. His two arms were still in the hard plaster tubes, not to mention there was still an eye-to-eye distance from the ground.

The heavy breathing soon gradually weakened, and it was so faint that it made people panic.

what……?

Yimulian stopped sobbing, and stretched out his hands in horror to help lift the stone slab. The stone slab was unimaginably heavy, but fortunately the other end was propped on the ground, otherwise it would have crushed them into a pulp.

This, this is not true.

Yimu lasted for a while, he didn't have any muscles, and his endurance was even more limited. His sore forearm couldn't help but make him panic: "Why...don't be like this."

He is a marshal, and Yimulian is an admiral. From the perspective of the military department, the value of a marshal is naturally higher than that of an admiral.

But he is a shield, he is on the outside, what's the problem?

The sentinel is guarding the guide, what's the problem?

He coughed hoarsely, only felt that his heart was still beating violently, pounding forcefully on his chest, this burning energy from nowhere supported him, and he felt that he could hold on for a while longer.

What kind of broken place is this, he doesn't want to die yet...

Huang didn't agree with the outsiders who believed that bleeding would make the body colder, and now his whole body was scorching hot.His metabolic system thoughtfully made these changes for him, as if it would give him a real sense of being alive.

Yimulian's strength was almost used up soon, and the chaos in his mind had not completely dissipated. He carefully counted the bean-sized beads of sweat on Huang's forehead, and desperately instilled the will to live into Huang's consciousness cloud .People are always greedy, just now he was able to face death frankly, but now he refuses to die no matter what.The weak Marshal Huang gave up his resistance to any spiritual hints, and took two breaths with great effort.

Although Yimulian tried his best to guide Huang to ignore the pain, it didn't do much.The falling of the stone slab obviously caused Huang's back a lot of injuries, and the blood full of sentinel pheromone flowed down his shoulders and dripped all over the ground.

With one eye piercing his heart, trembling, he glanced at the communicator without any hope-there were still three words no signal on it.

Now they can only hope that the mountain rabbit who was waiting for them to come out saw the explosion and found that something was wrong, and immediately went to rescue - and would inevitably be scolded by the military department and the royal family, if they could go back alive.

If I can go back...

He was cold, heinously cold from the inside out.

It hurts.

Huang let out a gasp, the oxygen in the basement was already thin, and it was frighteningly limited in this narrow gap.He thought about how he was going to die, as any soldier active in the field thought about it.Maybe he died vigorously on the battlefield, maybe he sneaked in as an undercover agent and died quietly, maybe he gritted his teeth and sacrificed his life for a big plan... But he never expected that he would be buried in a factory that no one knows about like this .

But this is not wronged, at least he died to protect his guide.

"The corpse will stiffen immediately after strenuous exercise, and should be able to survive rescue."

"are you crazy!"

This is the only swear word he has heard from Yimulian in the true sense since he has known Yimulian for more than a year. When he is choking on acquaintances outside, he always says, "If you are half as good as you are, the position of the marshal is definitely for you." ", but when he heard Yimulian being rude, he couldn't laugh at all.

Don't be rude, Admiral, that's not for you.

Huang said in his heart that he no longer had the strength to make a sound.

He is so tired.

It was as if his soul had been pulled out of his body. No matter what happened to his body, it had nothing to do with him.

Either way, it was better than what Yimulian thought, and it was better than him dying half a year ago in the much-anticipated parliament hall.

He is not good at speaking nonsense, and he doesn't even know how to say an apology, but he knows that he has to give Yimulian an explanation.

This is confession.

——I want you to live more than me to live.

I have died, the 49-day mourning period has passed, the coffin has been buried, and the elegiac couplets have been posted at home. What else has I not experienced...

God knows why the first thing I thought of was to protect you, maybe it was the instinct of the sentinel, probably.

But that doesn't matter.

Yimulian leaned his forehead up and shook his head desperately at him: No, no, we will live together.

How could a mere slab of stone kill the marshal of a country!

He once again instilled the will to live in Huang's consciousness cloud - Huang's radiant look at the conferment ceremony, his high-spirited look when he quelled the frontier rebellion, and even when he graduated from the military academy and gave a speech on behalf of his peers He still remembered the high-spirited look clearly, and he believed that Huang would be strong enough to see these things.

Huang was really tired, even the floating consciousness cloud fell into a deathly silence, unaffected by the hint.

There is moisture in the sockets of the desolate eyes. I don't know why it is sentimental, or it may just be a physiological balance.

There was less oxygen in the air, Yimulian felt a little suffocated, and the two of them didn't even dare to speak, for fear of wasting precious oxygen.

Yimulian whimpered like a trapped animal in a desperate situation, but it was just a whimper. Crying would also cause violent mood swings and increase the amount of oxygen inhaled.The guide general who had been trying his best to maintain his rationality finally fell into a short-term collapse, and the confidence supported by his thoughts was also being crushed bit by bit.

Obviously it shouldn't be like this...

Huang's cold was still in trouble. He hadn't breathed through his nose since just now, and his mouth opened one by one.But now even his mouth gave up breathing, and blood rushed to his forehead, and he was a little short of oxygen.

Yimulian recovered quickly, trying to save himself from a desperate situation, he twisted his body, trying to move the nearest few stones, maybe the movement of the stones could open a small one, small enough to allow the air to circulate. aisle.

The stone did not move.

Facing a boulder, all the techniques he used to deal with people were useless, and he clearly realized his own weakness.

The last way of life was cut off like this, it is very funny to think about it.Yimulian gave up his useless efforts, and belatedly realized that Huang hadn't breathed in for many seconds.

The strings in his mind collapsed, no matter how much air was left, he took a deep breath and held it in his mouth, and passed it through a long kiss.

He licked Huang's dry lips and said silently: Please, please...

It was like the end of the world.

Huang still held on, and did not fall down after all.

He put his fingertips on Huang's shoulders, his lips trembled uncontrollably as he felt Huang's weak and almost imperceptible response.

This is the end of the world.

This process was very long, and he didn't know how long it took. He couldn't think carefully in the suffocation of lack of oxygen.After an unknown amount of time, he felt a cool breeze.

— that's the smell of oxygen.

It must be strange to say that, because oxygen has no smell, but he could feel it, and he would never forget the fresh breath.

"Nya hahahaha, the special search and rescue team of the three Kamaitachi brothers is here! Today's goal is also to leave work early hahaha!"

An unfamiliar voice came from above his head, and it seemed to him that it was on the other side of the world.

He hugged Huang's plaster hand tightly, and his consciousness gradually faded away.

tbc