Lin Chen looked at the stairs.
The slight footsteps ca from far and near, and two figures appeared at the entrance of the stairs, dark and dull.
The other party didn't seem to think that they were here. After a sudden al, they slamd the body forward, and in a blink of an eye, his chest was covered with cold tal, and a stronger sense of threat was like lightning. The hairs were erected.
He slowly rolled his eyes, glanced at his heart, and slowly raised his hand.
This is a peaceful era. In addition to police officers and soldiers, only gunn can ban guns in China. In low light, the two were blindfolded, wearing ordinary everyday clothes and caps, exposing two pairs of obviously bloodthirsty eyes.
The movents of the two were concise and effective, and they were full of oppression. They were obviously veterans.
The bark of the dog downstairs has changed from a loud howl to a deep, depressed whimper, as if it would erupt at any ti.
Lin Chen's heart beats fast, but her expression is still calm. He glanced calmly at Duanyang, and looked up to ask the person: "Are you killing?"
The other party apparently didn't understand what he ant, and they quickly looked at each other, and the muzzle was tighter.
There is no □ on the pitch, indicating that the other party is not ready to operate in the house; the barrel holding his heart is very cold, indicating that the other party has not killed anyone with this gun in a short ti. He looked straight ahead and calmly explained, "This is a question, not an imperative. I want to know if you want our life, or sothing else?"
"What's the difference?" The cold, hoarse voice ca through the mask.
"That's it. If you want to kill people, I will do everything I can to capture our greatest value and let you give up the idea."
The barrel resting against his chest moved along his neck to his cheek, and finally stopped on his temple.
Lin Chen looked up and stared directly into the gloomy eyes: "What value do you think you have?"
"Your purpose here is our greatest value."
"If you know our purpose, why didn't I kill you?"
"Because you don't want to kill people, when you walked up the stairs and saw us, you didn't choose to shoot at the first ti. Your companion has a look telling you to restrain, what tasks you should have to complete, on that one We will not be in trouble until the characters are completed. "
After he said this, the cold muzzle began to poke his temples one after another: "Do you know that smart people will die faster?"
Lin Chen thought about it, and answered, "Although smart people may die faster, stupid people must die."
The other party laughed and asked, "Who the **** are you?"
Lin Chen was quickly alert.
Obviously, the intruder this ti is obviously a follow-up of the last ti. When the other party asked who he was, they clearly knew Duanyang's identity, Duanyang was their target, and he was only a subsidiary incidentally encountered in this operation. . For the wicked gangster, once he learns that he is not their target, there is a great possibility of killing.
Lin Chen once again felt that his life was really bad. He had to encounter this kind of crisis of flowering his head accidentally when he was going to sew a wound. Among all the dangers he encountered in his life, such unreasonable things were very rare.
It's ti to take a gamble. He must show his worth: "I'm his brother." He looked down at Duanyang and said so.
After hearing what he said, the youth's hands were shaking, but they still held back the fear and did not look up. At this mont, Duanyang didn't forget to tie the suture wound on his palm, and even carefully wiped the iodophor, removed the tape, fixed the gauze covering the wound on his palm, and finally raised his head to him. He said, "Brother, okay, how about the seam?"
Lin Chen feels that Duanyang's psychological qualities have the potential to be a battlefield doctor.
"Okay," he said lightly.
But then, Dr. Duan resud his nature. He looked up carefully and looked at the two gangsters, stuttering: "You ... you ... who are you!" Then, he held the dical scissors tremblingly. , Doing a defensive job.
Lin Chen motioned Duanyang to drop his "weapon" and raised his hands: "We want to live, we can listen to respect, and we can cover our eyes if necessary."
His voice did not fall, and a thunder broke out of the window. He looked at the sky that was suddenly lit outside the window, and stopped talking.
The two gangsters glanced at each other again, as if judging his worth. Then, one of them pulled out the rope and tied him tightly, and the other held a gun and aid at them silently.
Although he is not proficient in knotting and other issues, the level of knotting on the other side has clearly surpassed that of ordinary gangsters. His wrists are sore and unable to move. He glanced at the one who held the gun to suppress them. The other side was aiming at them calmly and steadily, and his eyes remained unchanged. Except for killing others, Lin Chen could not even see any clue from his eyes. These two are more like trained rcenaries than robbers everywhere on the street, but when did the rcenaries begin to take care of pet hospitals?
Duan Yang was also aware of the problem. The young people wanted to talk to him, but Lin Chen shook his head and motioned the young man to shut up.
They perford very well from beginning to end, so they did not suffer from flesh, they were tied and strong, their eyes were covered with cloth, their mouths were covered with tape, and the other party even put sound-proof earplugs in their ears. Instantly, Lin Chen felt that he was completely separated from the world. The air was wet and hot, and it was very sticky. After that, the cold wind ca, and it should be a rainstorm.
The five senses are sealed and the four senses are sharp. Lin Chen lays his legs flat, and Ren Zhen feels the floor shaking. The other party obviously looks for sothing back and forth in the room. The dical information that should co from Duanyang is very light. No nonsense, just perform the task accurately.
The other party's search activity ended quickly.
About ten minutes later, Lin Chen felt lifted, the cold barrel pressed against his back, he stumbled with Duanyang, and was directed downstairs.
It was late at night, as soon as he stepped out of the threshold of the pet hospital, the torrential rain that ca on his face caused him to tremble suddenly. He stepped on the water, and the cold rainwater instantly penetrated the clothes. He couldn't see anything. The sponge earplugs blocked most of the thunder. He could only guess the mont when the sky was suddenly lit by lightning based on guessing the tremors of the surrounding air.
He very much hoped that there would be so occupants in the night who saw this scene in the alley by the light of street lamps and lightning.
After walking for a while, they were pressed onto a truck. At the beginning, he didn't raise his leg high enough, and bumped his knee into the truck with a loud noise.
The other party seed to perceive his intentions, grabbed his hair, pressed the barrel of his head against his head, and whispered, "Be careful."
Lin Chen lowered her head and was pushed obediently onto the truck. The doors closed and the vehicle started, driving them to an unknown distance.
Lin Chen was still guessing the destination at first, but gradually, the loss of sensory brain activity gradually numb. Psychologists have done similar experints. After isolating subjects from external stimuli, most subjects will report pathological psychological states, including emotional tension, slow thinking, hallucinations, etc. The world ’s most cruel punishnt is sensory deprivation. .
Lin Chen felt that he could not calculate ti, and his thinking began to drift. In a short period of ti, many pictures suppressed by him suddenly burst out.
Bloody water and fire flared up, and the faces of the dead and the murderer appeared cyclically.
He kept trying to get more skin on his hand, the tingling sensation in the wound was sober, and finally he lay down suddenly in the compartnt.
It was probably that he was moving too much, and Duan Yang squeezed to him, cuddling him, as if reassuring.
He didn't know whether the young people knew the Morse code, but he touched the back of the other's cold hands and beat them at will, so as not to dull his brain.
He slowly knocked down the words "Zhou Rui Pharmaceutical
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