100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

Then, in the scream of Zhang Qingxue, a fire | arrow bomb ran from the top of the teaching building tens of meters away from the opposite side, and slammed into the room with the window open!

“Turning over!” Ye Wenxuan grabbed Xing Yuan’s hand and shouted in the shrill scream of the woman: “Guard your head, don’t...”

He hasn't finished yet, and the wrists that Xing Yuan has lived in are tight, and people have been pulled into their arms at a faster speed.

Boom -

The shock wave of the monks broke all the three people still in the air into the lawn!

The scattered glass **** and the brick and gravel dropped them. Xing Yuan backed the ground. He closed his eyes and reached out and threw down the broken glass on his chest.

At this time everyone is glad that the second floor window is less than five meters high from the lawn, otherwise it will fall down, and it may be that the arm is broken.

Ye Wenxuan’s nose was once again stunned. He screamed and snorted from Xing Yuan’s body. “By, do you have a squid on your chest? My nose is going to bleed!” He said, he said: Let you turn to protect your head, you don’t even listen..."

Xing Yuan grabbed him backhand and quickly stood up and picked up Zhang Qingxue: "Go!"

Ye Wenxuan conditioned, he ran away.

Sure enough, the three men ran a few steps, and another shell flew behind their butt.

"I x your ancestors eighteen generations! Your home fire | arrow bombs do not want money?!" Ye Wenxuan ran while calling, escaped and did not forget to erect the **** towards the opposite side.

Responding to him was a sniper bullet, which hit the lawn half a meter away from his feet.

Ye Wenxuan: "..." You forced me.

The current of tens of thousands of volts swarmed toward the opposite building in an instant. Ye Wenxuan was really irritated this time. His eyes were stunned and his eyes narrowed to the opposite side of the building.

The current is silent, and the speed is extremely fast. The sniper on the top of the building still doesn't know what happened. It has already been black and has fallen from the top of the building.

At the same time, the sneer gunner was also following his footsteps. The Yemeni black man didn’t even have time to throw the rocket. He turned his head down the roof and splashed a big **** flower when he landed. Can't die anymore.

All of this happened behind the fugitives. Xing Yuan and Zhang Qingxue concentrated on finding a way out. No one saw this amazing scene behind.

Ye Wenxuan followed behind them, and he rubbed his fingers and slowly hid the cold light in his eyes.

The special affairs department has always let him not abuse his ability, fearing that his ability to expose him will be troublesome, and that he will not be able to control this force, but will cause more casualties. Zheng Xingguo once sternly reminded him that even if it is to be used, it must be used concealedly and carefully.

But in the end, he is a young man in his twenties. He will act impulsively under the enthusiasm. It is already too swaying to recruit a thunder.

"According to the situation just now, if you don't kill them, we are a few of us who died." He silently said in his heart, "I am killing all the evil terrorists. This is nothing, I will get used to it."

It’s just that you can’t use such a blatant force.

A pain in his hand, someone in front of him said: "Ye Wenxuan, what to do, you can also go away when you run away!"

Ye Wenxuan looked down at the wrist that was tightly held: "...nothing, let me go, I can run it myself."

Zhang Qingxue finally squatted on Xing Yuan’s back this time. At this time, the tenderness is like a waterway: “Xing Zong, where are we going?”

Xing Yuan ignored her: "What about the gunner behind?"

Ye Wenxuan’s face is not red and not breathing. He wrote: “I didn’t pay attention to the escape, probably the ammunition was used up. At this time, I was preparing to go downstairs to fight with us.”

Zhang Qingxue heard him say "close-knit melee", I don't know what else to think of, squinting at the face, and a thousand turns back and forth.

Ye Wenxuan & Xing Yuan: "..."

Ye Wenxuan concealed a look at the other side: Big Brother, your hobby is very special, you can also get this kind of idiot-type assistant?

Xing Yuan:? ? ?

Obviously, the "Ten Hundred Harems" widely circulated within the staff class of the Xing Group, as well as those small pieces with color, have not yet entered the ears of Xing.

The smoke and the fire were thrown behind them, and the three quickly left the collapsed school building, squatting around no one, and Ye Wenxuan took Zeng Yuan and took him to the iron gate at the northwest corner.

Xing Yuan narrowed his eyes: "How do you know that there is an exit here?"

Ye Wenxuan ran and said: "I just saw it upstairs. I don't know if this door can be opened. I always have to try it." After that, he added: "I don't know how they locked you. But the school is too unsafe. If we can find a car, maybe we can try to go directly to the police station for asylum..."

Xing Yuan sneered: "As long as you are far away from me, it is safe."

Wen Yan, Ye Wenxuan looked back at him and continued to run forward: "Where is the reason, do you really think that you are a singer, a star, a singer, and wake up, the second world only accepts under 18 years old. Minor."

Xing Yuan curled up his mouth and didn't pick up the words.

The three quickly ran to the iron gate, Zhang Qingxue also patted his chest and said: "Oh my God, they really didn't chase it, I really scared me..."

Ye Wenxuan tried to push the door and painted the blue-painted iron door "Oh," and slowly opened a seam.

He continued to push outwards and opened a one-person wide exit, turning his head to the remaining two people: "Would you like to go out and see the situation first, do you wait for two seconds?"

Xing Yuan extended his palm to support the door and pushed it hard to push the iron door away.

"Go together." He retracted his hand and said faintly: "I am not too timid to hide behind my own employees. If it is really dangerous, you bring my assistant up and run away, don't be so Stupid and stunned by which thief."

How to listen to this is like irony.

Ye Wenxuan took a slap in the mouth and wanted to smash another lightning down.

However, behind the door was a calm, no murderer with a live ammunition, and no snipers hiding in the dark.

The University of Wisshall was set up on the outskirts of the city. When you came, the main road was very good. The roads were very well filled with vegetation on both sides. The scenery was beautiful along the way, but there were not many vehicles coming and going, basically going to the school. At this time they came out from the side door, and Ye Wenxuan really realized that the location of the university was biased.

In front of them is a field full of crops, and the farther places can see the shadow of the forest, and look down the path along the school wall. There is a simple church in the north and the nearest suburb in the south. Small town.

The surrounding area is very desolate, and there is a long way to go from the city center. It is no wonder that the terrorist attacks have taken place for so long, and the police’s support has not arrived yet.

In addition, the most striking object here is a small transporter parked next to the iron gate.

Ye Wenxuan’s heart jumped, and then realized that this was the milk cart that was mentioned in the “Cannibal Flower” text message.

He walked over and looked through the glass window.

Of course, the colleague he is looking for is "the man eating flowers" is not inside, it seems to be an empty car.

Thinking of this, he buckled his hand on the door handle, and with a little force, the door opened.

Xing Yuan also came over: "Check it out and see if there are any bombs and locators in it."

Ye Wenxuan: "..." The bombs are definitely not there, and the locator is not necessarily.

He wiped his face: "I thought you would be as curious as I was, why the car key of this car was still plugged in, but the driver was gone."

"Oh, I don't care about that." Xing Yuan opened the door of the vice-driver and shook Zhang Qingxue, who was not on his back, into the car. Then he said, "I only care, is this dog? Another trap designed by the mother."

Ye Wenxuan silently glanced at him: "Xing Zong, have you just sweared a dirty word?"

Xing Yuan does not change color: "No, you got it wrong."

Ye Wenxuan: "...Do you think I am deaf?"

Xing Yuan looked at him in surprise: "Are you not?"

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

"Hurry, go and see if there are any suspicious items under the car." Xing Yuan raised his hand and snorted on his head: "As a reward, let you take the co-driver today, the boss personally drives."

Ye Wenxuan did not speak, only turned his head and looked at Zhang Qingxue, who was in the shape of a deputy driver.

Xing Yuan: "Zhang Qingxue."

Zhang’s assistant was half-baked and gave him a wink: “Xing Zong, people want to sit with you.”

Xing Yuan didn't look at her: "You and Ye Wenxuan squeezed together." Then he did not change his face to Ye Wenxuan: "Give you a chance to be close to the beauty, take care of it."

Ye Wenxuan: "..." Who should be close to the crazy girl.

He looked at Xing Yuan silently, and then he was still on the ground, meaning a few checks.

Of course, there are no suspicious items.

He stood up and patted the ash, and turned his face and found that Xing Yuan was gone.

"What about the boss?" He knocked on the glass window and asked Zhang Qingxue inside.

This beautiful woman is trying to climb to the driver's seat, pointing her finger to the back: "I just saw Xing always go behind."

Ye Wenxuan walked behind the small truck and saw that Xing Yuan was standing next to the carriage, the cargo door was wide open, and Ye Wenxuan curiously scraped it together: "Xing Zong, look at it?"

The items are all packaged into boxes of fresh milk. Ye Wenxuan’s heart-to-heart “cannibal flower” is really worthy of the name. It’s said that it’s stopped by a milk cart, and the cargo box is really full of a box. Milk.

Just did not see this legendary colleague, Ye Wenxuan has some regrets, I do not know if I can have a chance to know each other again.

He is still feeling infinite, and Xing Yuan, who is on the side, has already supported his arms and drilled into it.

Ye Wenxuan stared at him and said that this guy is really good.

Xing Yuan turned around in the cargo box, did not find the bombs and trackers, only turned out a black sports bag in the corner. He dragged the bag to the front and brushed the zipper to the end to reveal the objects inside.

"This is..." Ye Wenxuan also climbed in. He pulled out from the bag and shook it and looked at it: "Workwear? I look... t-shirts, jeans and windbreakers, hey, this milk company The equipment is very good.” He said, he looked at his own clothes, and the dirty ones couldn’t be dirty any more. He said: “It’s just a change to the milkman, so that the grandson can find it again.”

Xing Yuan twisted his eyebrows for a moment. He re-entered his attention on the campus on the other side of the wall. The police were still somewhere in confrontation with the gangsters. When standing here, he could not hear any gunshots and screams. Only the thick smoke can be seen over the University of Wisshall.

It is like the shadow of death, ruthlessly harvesting human life.

"Xing Zong, don't read it." Ye Wenxuan turned back and threw him a uniform: "Hurry and change, driving is important."

Xing Yuan smashed the forehead, and the low "hmm" sounded.

The two men went together to turn over the sports bag, turned the clothes inside out, and then used the cover of the box door to directly change the clothes in this forced space.

"Xing Zong, in fact, I have a problem, I have been asking from the beginning."

Xing Yuan untied his tie and untied his shirt button from top to bottom. He said casually: "What?"

Ye Wenxuan whispered: "I am a bit strange, how did this group know your position?"

"Twice, every time the other side fires fire|arrows, they all have an accurate sense of orientation, as if they always know your position." He frowned and slowly said: "The first time is more people." The second time, only you and me, Zhang Qingxue, they can find you. Is there someone in the air to report, or ... who among us, have they hid the satellite locator?"

Xing Yuan sneered: "How did I find out before, my photographer is still a little detective?"

Ye Wenxuan particularly smiled awkwardly: "The hobby is more extensive, and if the photography is not going to work, I can still use this to start a new stove."

I don't know if Xing Yuanxin doesn't believe this, he just said: "You continue."

"If the locator is doing something, then I suggest that we throw everything that we carry with us except the wallet. Hey, look at your expression, I should agree with my opinion." Ye Wenxuan touched his chin: "But if it is Someone is reporting in the air..."

Xing Yuan untied his shirt button and glanced at him: "You are suggesting, let me pay more attention to your little tricks, right?"

"Hey, how is it possible!" Ye Wenxuan's expression is very pure: "I am a red heart to the sun, I don't even have the ants to resist the death of the ants, how can I be mad to a terrorist organization to report?!"

He showed a loyalty, then he gave a thumbs up and clicked on him. He whispered like a thief: "I want to ask, the one sitting in front, is not reliable?"

The shirt with dust and blood stains was thrown into the sports bag. Xing Yuan showed his solid chest and perfect abdominal muscles without twisting. His figure was surprisingly good, and he was dressed in thin and undressed meat. The muscles of the whole body are faintly filled with powerful explosive power.

Xing Yuan did not rush to answer him, but smashed a piece of sky blue t-shirt on his body, and then went to the belt around the waist.

Ye Wenxuan is waiting for the answer, and I can't wait to see the male-style **** show. This is a bit irritating. He couldn't help but bow his head and look at his chest and abdomen. He finally took his emotions out of his brain, and then he looked at the face with a "==" expression. He turned his head and pulled out the t-shirt and jeans from the bag. Change clothes.

Until two people will draw a work jacket with the words "everyday milk, good mood every day" cartoon characters, these two have no language exchange, Ye Wenxuan also thought that Xing Yuan would not answer his question.

After the whole installation, and the dust on his face was cleaned up, Xing Yuan put both clothes into the sports bag.

After doing all this, he lifted the sports bag and jumped back and forth with Ye Wenxuan. The latter looked at the two doors of the cargo box and saw the key inserted in the keyhole.

He is about to close the door and lock, and the person next to him suddenly leans down | body, whispering in his ear: "I think you are much more reliable than her."