Zhan Shao shouted, and a huge force burst out from his whole body. The muscles that seemed to be petrified just now returned in front of his powerful willpower. Although every move was heart-wrenching pain, Zhan Shaocheng still ran wildly for Uncle Dong, and arrived first. At the moment when the shell was about to be shot, Zhan Shaofei rushed over and hugged Uncle Dong in the local area of ​​Verdun.

The huge explosion shock wave threw the two of them out heavily. The two hit the wall next to the game hall door and bounced back to the ground. Zhan Shao coughed, and a large amount of blood poured out of his throat. He almost choked and almost passed away again. The severe pain in his body made him not notice it. At this moment, one of his legs had been shattered in the explosion, as if a chicken leg, tendons and bones had been exposed, and they were twisted to one side of his body at a strange bending angle. Not to mention that his internal organs that might have been broken at this moment and the shrapnel covered behind him.

Mr. Zhan did not care about the pain all over his body and struggled to support his body with an arm. Then he had time to look at Uncle Dong beside him. This time, Mr. Zhan was shocked.

Uncle Dong did not suffer too much skin trauma under his protection, but is the withered and 70-year-old man still his Uncle Dong?

He noticed that Uncle Dong's hair was white and thought it was because he turned into a big snake. But now he looked at it again, Mr. Zhan suddenly understood that the white hair was because Uncle Dong had quickly aged in this battle. Not only was his hair as gray as dry as a hair, but also his face as deep as a knife-carved wrinkles. He reached out to grab Uncle Dong's arm, and there seemed to be only a layer of thin skin that barely wrapped around the bones.

"Uncle Dong, Uncle Dong," gently shook Uncle Dong's body. Mr. Zhan's voice trembled and choked, and tears rolled down unconsciously, as if the tear glands were not his own, and he could not control the water that had broken into the dam.

Uncle Dong's lips trembled twice, and he seemed to want to say something in his throat. Mr. Zhan leaned over and put his ear against his mouth.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe." Only the sound of gas passing through my throat was heard.

Mr. Zhan could no longer speak at this time, and only kept crying and endless tears. He lay on Uncle Dong's lips, hoping to hear that voice. Even if he just shouted a few words, it seemed that after a century, even the last giggle in his ears disappeared.

"No, no!" Mr. Zhan cried out weakly. These two words seemed to have taken away all his strength. In an instant, all the hope and efforts were gone. Not long ago, he fantasized about how to live a life with his own abilities, but now everything is in vain. "No" Mr. Zhan finally shouted out the pain that filled his heart, but the next second, his body, which had already exceeded the load, finally fainted.

The smoke and dust from the rocket launcher just now had not dissipated. Xiao Hu was still squatting in front of the building. On his shoulder, another bullet was already ready, just waiting for the clear form in the field. Do you need another shot?

The other special forces members held guns and kept on guard against Uncle Dong's direction just now, but because the smoke had not dissipated, no one dared to rush forward rashly. Who knew if this kind of lightning monster was really so easy to die?

"No" Mr. Zhan shouted, everyone was startled. Xiao Hu immediately broke the rocket launcher in his hand, and he could only give a fatal blow once the opponent attacked.

Abei, who had been lying at the door, kept looking at the two figures in front of him. He heard Zhan Shao shouting, his body drooping heavily. Knowing that the matter here had come to an end. While the smoke had not dissipated, he hurriedly rushed out and grabbed Zhan Shao's right hand. Damn, it was all blurred. His instruments and his palms seemed to be welded together, and it seemed that they could not be used, but he could not leave such things beyond the earth civilization. He pulled them twice, and tore them off with the skin on Zhan Shao's hand, turning around and wanted to leave, but his figure suddenly suffocated. He turned around and looked at Zhan Shao's already broken body, and took a deep breath.

Whether to bring him with him or not, if he is left here, his fate can be imagined, but after this night of battle, Abei knew that Young Master Zhan was not as cruel as he thought at the beginning. He had love and courage.

For some reason, Abei suddenly appeared in front of him when he first met Mr. Zhan, the man who was subdued by a high-voltage electric gun. The strong survival in his eyes might be that look that made Abei not kill him in the end.

"Hey, poker face, won't you go back?" While Abe was hesitating and struggling, a magnetic voice suddenly came from the broken roller shutter door of the game hall.

Abe didn't have to look at it, just by listening to the sound. In the rolling shutter door, an elegant man dressed like a medieval European nobleman was looking at Abe outside the door with his butt sticking out.

"Come here to help." Abei made up his mind and turned around to pull Mr. Zhan's body.

"Oh evil." The man inside the door saw Zhan Shao's burnt arms and incomplete body, and he had a look of disgust. If he knew that he would do such an indecent thing on the door, he really ignored Jennis' begging.

He endured the discomfort and got out of the door. The man rushed over and helped Abei lift Zhan Shao's body. Because he was afraid of being rubbed by blood, he was only willing to pull Zhan Shao's good leg. Zhan Shaocheng's already broken left leg was hanging on the ground, dragging a piece of blood out.

"Dragon Team." Xiao Hu was on guard and looked at the smoke in the field, but since that shout, there was no movement. After being on guard for half a minute, Xiao Hu couldn't stay there and asked for instructions.

"What's the situation?" Team Dragon kept looking at the thick fog in front of him, and asked a little strangely.

"The suspect's situation is unknown." Xiao Hu replied in a low voice without understanding the Dragon Team's question.

"Why is such a big smoke?" The rocket launcher itself has not been used, and has never seen such a large concentration of smoke occur for such a long time.

"Maybe it's because of electricity," Feng Yan, who was walking behind the Dragon Team, replied, seeing this, "The large amount of electric shocks just now caused static electricity in the air, which absorbed the dust that floated, so the smoke did not easily dissipate."

The Long Brigade nodded deeply, "Tell brothers, be careful and not let the suspect escape in the smoke, but do not act rashly to prevent unnecessary sacrifices." Just kidding, if someone dies again, I really don't do it as the captain.

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The Dragon Brigade did not want any more casualties from its personnel, so he chose to wait and see, which bought time for Abbe and the European noble. They were really not for physical work. In addition, the European noble was afraid of dirtying his clothes, so he dragged and dragged all the way and finally came to the door just now.

"Poker face, when you go back, you have to give me a silk shirt. This is the first time I have done such a disgusting job. It's really an insult to my identity." After saying that, he looked at Mr. Zhan on the ground with a disgusting look on his face and couldn't be called his body.

"BLUE, how could you come?" Thanks to him coming, Abei's communication device was destroyed by Mr. Zhan. If no one answered, he would have to repair the communication device first. At that time, I wonder if it had been taken away by the special forces.

"I don't want to come. Janese yelled in the teleportation room, disturbing my rest." Blue said, throwing away the leg of Mr. Zhan in his hand with his nose. He took out the communicator in his hand, pressed it on the empty ground a few times, and the portal showed it with a whoosh.

When he opened the door, Jennis was still standing opposite the door as he had just been in a hurry to move, next to it was the game console he had just moved in.

"What did you move?"

Abbe didn't reply, and Mr. Zhan's body was thrown at Janese's feet.

"Hello~," Janese felt really disgusted when she saw the burnt body on the ground clearly. "Is he still alive?" He asked weakly, holding back the discomfort in his chest.

Abei had closed the portal at this time, turned around and looked at Mr. Zhan's body: "I have a head, a heart, YEP, and I'm still alive."
Chapter completed!