Feinting, hard fighting, my weapon.

A new batch of "slaves" is being brought into the warehouse at the west end.

The intake process was the same as usual. Neo-human caretakers rarely beware of shackled slaves, let alone old humans whose physiques were several times weaker than neo-humans.

They took a special knife and made a small cut on the arm of each of them, and the wounds remained unhealed, confirming their status as old humans. After this, they singled out Ding Qiuyun and Gu Xinzhi for transport to the higher level, Warehouse A, while the others were transported to Warehouse B. The others were taken to Warehouse B, where they were taken to the higher level.

While dragging the heavy chains towards the basement, Ding Qiuyun said, "If Vice-Commander Gu had agreed to surrender to the Neo-humans earlier, we wouldn't be in this situation."

Gu Xinzhi glanced at Ding Qiuyun, "And now this?"

Ding Qiuyun gave a mocking smile, "Ha."

Gu Xinzhi asked, "What's so funny."

Ding Qiuyun said, "Laughing Valley Chief has become a prisoner."

Gu Xinzhi asked rhetorically, "Is this what Captain Ding wants?"

Ding Qiuyun shakes the shackles on his hands, "Something like that."

Gu Xinzhi hid a smile at the corner of his mouth, "That's good."

One of the Neo-humans in charge of the escort was happy to see the two downtrodden men grumbling at each other, and he even enjoyed putting a small amount of food in the cell and seeing the once well-dressed Old Ones fighting over a small profit.

This kind of painless conversation between the two obviously couldn't satisfy his desire. So he kicked up Ding Qiuyun's hindquarters.

Ding Qiuyun dropped to one knee, a new wound tugging at his chest, his brow wrinkling slightly.

Gu Xinzhi, who was handcuffed to him in the same chain, also fell forward to avoid pulling Ding Qiuyun, just in time to see his flickering expression of pain.

That new human A didn't know what to do and laughed, "Noisy, continue to be noisy. ...... You, stand up."

He slapped the back of Gu Xinzhi's head, and lifted his foot and stepped on Ding Qiuyun's shoulder recklessly, and said to Ding Qiuyun: "Counting your strange words, let people walk you to crawl to the dungeon. ...... Quickly crawl."

Companion B, who was a new human, was a bit disgusted by this, "Stop playing around, throw them in early and get it over with. The shift is due in another 20 minutes."

A grinned, "What fun it is to watch a dog walk a dog."

B walked over to Ding Qiuyun rather disapprovingly and tried to pull him up, "Don't play dead, you ......"

Just then, Ding Qiuyun and Gu Xinzhi moved at the same time.

Ding Qiuyun slammed his head into the small of B's back, and while he was off-balance, he quickly hooked his left toe into the strap of his slanted back, which snapped with a sound, and B fell to the ground from the force of the kickback.

Ding Qiuyun stepped the body of the gun under his foot, and with a knock of his right foot towards the ground, a sharp pointed blade automatically popped out from his toes, pointing dagger-like straight at his throat.

Gu Xinzhi, on the other hand, directly wrapped the chain binding their hands around A's neck.

The chain was heavy and barbed, and without waiting for A to utter a cry, his neck was strangled raw by Gu Xinzhi!

...... The only way to completely kill a neanderthal is to create irreparable damage in a short period of time, so overall, head-breaking and burning are the most effective.

A splash of warmth hit the side of Ding Qiuyun's face.

Without looking back, he wiped the blood off his cheek with his shoulder.

With a face full of blood, Gu Xinzhi kicked the bony, scrambling head aside and walked over to the side of New Human B, who was already white with shock and unable to scream, and cocked his head, as if pondering how he should die.

Ding Qiuyun spat a hair pin out of his mouth and said vaguely, "Don't kill. Keep it."

At those words, Gu Xinzhi really put away the killing intent in the bottom of his eyes, and only removed his chin with his hands, cutting off the possibility of the other party to ask for help again.

Ding Qiuyun leaned down, took a hairpin in his mouth, and inserted it into the lock hole and flicked it.

Before they came, they had practiced many times in the car, and the chains they used were the oldest ones. Needless to say, Ding Qiuyun, who taught them how to open the locks, had practiced a few times, and after that, Sun Bin was able to master □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□.

Ding Qiuyun Both hands are blood gushing out of the neck cavity of the armor, some slippery, directly affecting the progress of unlocking the lock, but also not good to clean up, it seems that we can only wait to be frozen into blood ice and then rub down.

Ding Qiuyun complained, "I'm getting my hands dirty."

The ...... subtext is, don't ever do it in front of me or my crew like that again.

Gu Xinzhi thought for a moment and said, "I'll pay attention next time."

...... His answer was, well.

Ding Qiuyun relied on a hair pin to unshackle the two men's hands before putting away the dagger on his toe, picking up the gun that had fallen to the ground, and signaling Gu Xinzhi to pick up the limp New Human B.

He turned to search A's body for anything of value, while Gu Xinzhi pressed B, "Is there anyone else guarding the warehouse?"

After getting a negative answer, he then asked, "When you open the door, is it facial recognition, iris recognition, or do you just take the key and open the door?"

Strings of saliva ran down the sides of New Human B's mouth because he couldn't keep his mouth closed.

He warbled a three in utter terror.

...... It's not that cumbersome, just take the key and open the door.

As he spoke, Ding Qiuyun also searched the key from A, silently shook it at Gu Xinzhi, and then whirled around to B, smiling gently, "Thanks a lot."

Spinning around, he covered B's mouth and drew a dose from the side of his boot, directly into B's carotid side aorta.

The drug was made by Sister Lu, who was also a new human, and on purity it was enough to anesthetize a cow, but for new humans, it would only make them sleep for eight or nine minutes at most.

When he was sure that B had completely passed out, Gu Xinzhi consciously picked him up and carried him on his back.

Ding Qiuyun didn't say anything more to him either, looking towards the monitor on the side wall where the red light signal had gone out, and patting away the footprints on his shoulder in passing.

From the moment they entered the slave warehouse, its signal was blocked by Sun Bin.

Counting the time, it's time for Sun Yan and the others to make their move.

Before they parted, Ding Qiuyun's only request to them was to solve all the troubles they encountered without causing a riot or using guns.

As he walked with Ding Qiuyun toward Dungeon A, Gu Xinzhi said, "You're really relieved for them."

Ding Qiuyun : "They can do it."

"I've seen their skills many times, but that's all." Gu Xinzhi sidled up to Ding Qiuyun, his tone certain, "The only one who can work with you flawlessly is me. Is there anyone on your team that can do what I do?"

Ding Qiuyun said bluntly, "I trust you to kill. I just don't trust you as a person."

Gu Xinzhi's heart stung at the blunt words, a cold sweat seeped out of the back of his heart, and it hurt so bad that his voice went cold, "You ......"

Ding Qiuyun, however, no longer cared about his feelings, looking at him without looking at him, only using a small calorimeter to calculate how far they were from their destination.

Gu Xinzhi The raised breath was let down little by little, and in the end, there was only the slightest hint of insidious pain left in the chest cavity.

He heard himself calling him, "Qiuyun."

Ding Qiuyun responded with a very emotionless, "Uh-huh."

Gu Xinzhi said, "You have to admit, I'm a good gun."

Ding Qiuyun said, "Well, you are."

"I'm useful."

"Yes, it's okay."

Gu Xinzhi stares at Ding Qiuyun: "So, take care of me before I break."

Ding Qiuyun raised his eyes to him and nodded slightly, "Hmm. I've always been a big fan of weapons. But I'm not a big fan of weapons that fire on their own."

Gu Xinzhi laughed lightly and stopped talking.

As long as you still find me useful.

...... Until you identify with me, I will be your best and unique weapon.

061 observed Gu Xinzhi's expression, not without worry: "Is it really okay to stimulate him like this?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't change his face, "He just wants to be some kind of special existence here in Ding Qiuyun, wants to be unique to Ding Qiuyun. Well, I'll give him that uniqueness."

In the past, a unique lover; in the present, a unique weapon.

Chi Xiaochi knew that the mind of a man like Gu Xinzhi was not easy to grasp, and that if he did not grasp it properly, it would backfire on him, so Chi Xiaochi induced and gave him a false hope.

While he was on guard, he chatted with 061, "Ding Qiuyun used to treat him as a human being, but he didn't want to be a human being; now he wants to be a human being, but it's not that simple."

When the key was used to open the door to the warehouse, the sudden light made a harsh clanking and rustling sound as all those whose feet were chained by the long chains instinctively hid themselves toward the darkness.

Gu Xinzhi flicked the unconscious neanderthal down the steps.

A number of people recognized by the light that the one who had been thrown to the ground was one of the men responsible for guarding them, and whispered at once.

Gu Xinzhi frowned slightly.

He didn't know how to explain their coming in this situation, he wasn't used to playing savior and had to turn his attention to Ding Qiuyun.

Ding Qiuyun pointed to the people on the ground, and without much color on his face, he made his identity clear and concise: "We are also old humans. Those who want to go out, stand up. Those who don't want to go out, cover your faces and stay where you are. We respect everyone's opinion and only take those who are willing to go."

Soon, one group staggered to their feet, while another crouched in place, covering their faces and not moving.

Seeing this, Gu Xinzhi pursed his lips and let out a light laugh.

No matter what time of year it is, there will always be those who feel that enjoyment under slavery is a better deal than freedom in wanderlust.

Ding Qiuyun, however, had some respect for these men's choices and glanced at Gu Xinzhi, "Unlock the door."

The shackles of the first person they rescued were fastened to the ankles of the new Human B.

Gu Xinzhi learns everything a line faster than normal people, and after a few tries, the speed of lock picking has even caught up with Ding Qiuyun, who has so slowed down the progress of lock picking on his side, and made a simple categorization of the slaves.

Those who have combat experience and are in good health are categorized into a separate group, and those who have combat experience but carry minor injuries are categorized into a group that protects and watches over those who are more seriously injured, or who have no combat experience or ability at all.

After briefly summarizing and categorizing, Ding Qiuyun peeled off the neanderthal's work uniform and draped it over himself while turning his head, "Within range."

Gu Xinzhi frees a man from his shackles: "Huh?"

"Twenty minutes is almost up."

Anyone else who heard Ding Qiuyun's words would have had to stare for a moment before realizing what he was referring to, but Gu Xinzhi only nodded briefly and took a step toward the outside.

Ding Qiuyun instructed from behind, "Lieutenant Gu, do a better job."

Gu Xinzhi pressed his lips together, "Yes, Team Ding."

Sun Yan They stumbled at the overwhelming smell of blood as they led a group of slaves, probing their way up the other passage.

Gu Xinzhi had lit some incense and turned on a ventilation fan, while he himself was sitting at a computer in the hotel's closed front desk, his bloodstained right hand holding a foggy cigarette, his left hand clicking away on the keyboard, leaving a trail of undried blood, and his two military daggers crosswise in a parchment sheath on his back, slung across his backside.

Look at the scene, here should have just occurred a fierce armed struggle, but the ground is not blood and bodies, and the ground has just mopped with a wet dunnage traces.

Choking on the fishy smell, Sun Yan fought back the churning nausea and shoved a mint scavenged from the knocked-out guard into his stupid brother's mouth first, so as to suppress the taste, before asking, "Where's Team Ting?"

Gu Xinzhi didn't even bother to look at them, "Be right there."

Sun Yan pressed the transmitter on his belt and told Uncle Lo, who was waiting outside, to drive the truck to the front door to meet them, pushing his brother along so they could head out first: "Lieutenant Valley, what are you doing?"

Gu Xinzhi said, "Look for information on them. We might be able to use it."

Sun Yan, still trusting in Gu Xinzhi's abilities, nodded, then looked up to see Uncle Luo's truck leisurely parked at the main gate, and commanded the slaves to be put on board.

Seeing a string of people boarded the car, Gu Xinzhi gripped the cigarette, thinking, a bunch of little lambs.

Inside the front desk, the small door to the tool room was closed.

Anyone who pulled open the door would be horrified to find, crammed into that small space, the bodies of a dozen new humans, heads in two horrible places, with the dungarees he used to clean at the top of the corpses.

When everyone had left, Gu Xinzhi unscrewed a thermos of who-knows-who on one side and, with the goji berry water inside, cleaned his face and hands against his own reflection on the computer screen, trying to disguise himself as a compliant lamb.

While waiting, Uncle Luo, as they had planned, climbed into a conversation with a new human who was also transporting slaves, and took the opportunity to knock the man out and shove him into a dungeon for temporary confinement, while he himself drove off in his car.

Sun Yan drove off with this vehicle and loaded all the non-combatable slaves in the West Side warehouse into cardboard boxes they had already prepared, sealed them from the outside, leaving air holes, and pretended they were transporting goods as they attempted to leave through the West Side exit.

Ding Qiuyun keeps a close eye on the car from the peephole in the back of his family's truck.

The car was stopped at the usual entrance/exit to Westtown.

Sun Yan poked his head out of the driver's seat and talked and laughed with the neo-human guarding the gate, and quietly handed over a pack of cigarettes, claiming that although he had come to deliver slaves plus buy goods for someone else, he had violated the law this time by stealing and buying a cheap little slave back, intending to use it for himself, and asked for the accommodation of the brother in charge of the checking of the goods.

They opened the trunk and sure enough, they found Sun Bin, shivering like a chicken cub.

No matter how much the world changes, things like humane accommodations never change. They accepted Sun Yan's cigarettes without checking the so-called "goods", and let him go out.

Ding Qiuyun relaxed as he watched the truck drift away.

One member of the team asked, "Team Ding, what do we do next?"

Ding Qiuyun looked in the direction of the market that was gradually boiling, rubbed the blood ice that had condensed in his palm, and said, "Rest. Wait for the night's bustle."

About half-past six o'clock in the evening there came to the west warehouse to pick up men, sixty in all.

Ding Qiuyun, who played the role of the receptionist, warmly entertained them in his capacity as a newly recruited administrator, let them rest in the lobby, and instructed to bring up ten "A-ranks" and fifty "B-ranks", all of which were the old humans rescued just now, and were experienced in fighting and capable of fighting, mixed with members of the team. All of them were old humans with combat experience and ability that had just been rescued, and among them, there were some members of the team.

Before being brought out to meet the people, all the slaves were escorted to take a hot bath, rubbed to make their skin red, and then changed into uniform white clothes, looking decent, very satisfied with the leader who came to "pick up the goods".

The leader of the group saw Gu Xinzhi, the most conspicuous in the "A" group.

These days, Gu Xinzhi raised in the Ding family, slightly fattened up, the body shape back to normal, clear and cold, and showy and clean, slightly long hair was tied up by a blue hair band in a high ponytail, stood with a slightly angled chin, a kind of motionless eye-catching sense.

The leader took two steps around him and nodded in satisfaction, "The most sought after ones are like him."

Ding Qiuyun smiled gently, "Is that so?"

Gu Xinzhi doesn't look too good.

He wasn't happy that Ding Qiuyun was treating these new humans better than even he was.

Even if it's just a game.

Ding Qiuyun wouldn't make a point of taking care of his mood, and with a polite bow, after sending the group of new humans away, he walked to the door, exchanged a glance with Uncle Luo, who was sitting inside the car and smoking, and then locked the front door of the West Warehouse with its own lock, changed into another thinner-looking personal clothing, fetched his motorcycle, and drove solo towards the slave market that was gradually becoming more and more lively.

Wandering slowly among the dazzling artificial iridescence, he found seven or eight slaves that he had just hand-delivered.

They were placed in a special iron cage on the display stand, and when they saw Ding Qiuyun, they only nodded briefly and continued to wait with lowered eyebrows for the "time" Ding Qiuyun had agreed with them.

The original inhabitants of Slaver's Town had long since left, and only those whose entire families had evolved into new humans chose to remain here, living off of slavery and the sale of their own kind.

Incense was burning everywhere in the streets, and the incense had the cold stench of corpses in it.

Ding Qiuyun circled the city for a few weeks, and after figuring out the layout of the city, he parked his motorcycle by the side of the road, and by the light of the streetlamps, he took a cigarette case and the tip of a pencil and drew the gorgeous and sad streetscape of this post-apocalyptic world.

He heard children who had died young and were resurrected ask their mothers questions in a milky voice: "Mommy, why did you lock up that sister?"

Mother laughed, "We are different from them."

"It's obviously the same." The little girl pointed to herself, "The nose, the eyes, they're all the same."

"Not the same."

"What's different?"

Finding herself unable to accurately convey this sense of superiority to her daughter, the mother smiled and shook her head, using the usual delaying tactic parents use when teaching their children, "You'll know when you grow up."

At that, the man leaning against the motorcycle smiled and shook his head softly.

It's not up to a mouth to decide what the world looks like when these kids grow up.

By about nine o'clock there was some fog on the street, and the people on the street who had come with their children to see the excitement were tired and returned to their hotels one after another, ready to rest.

According to Ding Qiuyun, they asked for information that nine o'clock at night was a watershed.

Before nine o'clock, there is often a "Showcase" and "Talent Show", where the organizers will have old humans dancing in cages, fighting, or fighting with less lethal animals such as canines, which is more suitable for women and children.

The real "licensed goods" are sold after nine o'clock.

Ding Qiuyun didn't forget to observe during the painting process.

He raised his eyes several times and noticed a whip-wielding man on the stage, playing the part of a lowly governor, turning around the stage with his head down, but dressed thickly, with a thick white breath coming out of his mouth, which at a glance made it clear that he was an old human being.

The man scurried around the stage, and when the slave moved, even if it was only to raise his hand to scratch, he would scurry over with exceptional dexterity, banging on the edge of the cage with his steel whip, telling the other party to be honest and not to move.

...... Enslaving old humans with old humans, pretty toxic tactics.

Ding Qiuyun ignored the man who was pretending to be a tiger, took out his watch to check the time, and while looking down and continuing to run his pen, he pressed the "eraser" on the end of his pencil and spoke, "Lanlan."

Yan Lanlan, about three kilometers away, raises an eyebrow and reaches for his headphones, pretending to adjust the cable.

Ding Qiuyun said, "Watch out for fireworks."

The fireworks announcing the opening of the evening market will be set off at exactly nine o'clock.

That's when they agreed to do it.

Yan Lanlan glanced back at the man in charge of guarding the statue.

He had long since eaten his dinner and dozed off with his chin propped up on a radio station that played old commentaries.

Yan Lanlan got up quickly and silently, took a pack of gum from her bag, pulled out the top one, put it in her mouth and chewed on it, the rest of the miniature bombs, she pasted them silently in the positions she had already carefully projected on the paper several times, then tiptoed behind the dozing caretaker, covered his mouth, and pushed a tube of syringe fluid into his neck.

Team Ding had practiced countless times with the dummies used in hospitals to do chest compressions, and now that they were doing it on real people, Yan Lanlan was a little panicked, but his hands were steady and precise.

The man struggled fiercely for a while, but soon the drug took hold and he was unable to move.

Yan Lanlan puts him in a natural sleeping position, picks a hiding place close to the statue where he can observe the aftermath of the explosion, and chews gum while watching the minute hand as it reaches "12."

She was still anxious, there was a difference between the sound of the explosives and the sound of the fireworks, and there were many patrols in the neighborhood, so if the ice sculpture failed to blow up once and drew people here, wouldn't she fall into the hands of those people again?

She is to complete the task entrusted by the Ding team, but he looked at people's beautiful girl without clothes for three hours, but also some feelings, and then leave people behind, the Commission is not fair.

But here must be the focus of those new human guard zone, once there is a loss, will certainly be a large encirclement, the pretty girl is a new human, even if the bombing injury can also be healed by themselves, Yan Lanlan can only rely on their own platelets and the optimism of the revolution, once the injury is to the whole team to add to the trouble.

But Yan Lanlan's many doubts were overridden by his trust in Ding Qiuyun.

...... The ding team instructed themselves to do so, so it must have taken into account all aspects, it is correct.

Three minutes to go.

Three kilometers away, Ding Qiuyun clips a painted cigarette case into the Little Prince in his backpack, puts it in his backpack, and walks towards a grandstand specializing in the sale of "A" products.

Gu Xinzhi was there, right in the center of the stands, in the most prominent position.

In the midst of the crowd, his spine was straight and he sat demurely, his eyes downcast, his bare toes frozen and slightly green, and he didn't bother to warm them.

He was full of cool teenage feeling, attracted a lot of people to start a charming thought, and argued about the value of this "No. 6 exhibit", worth how many pieces of cotton clothes and compressed cookies in exchange.

Ding Qiuyun was lying on his back by the isolation railing, looking away from his family's deep-rooted humanoid weapon.

He was quite a striking looker himself, and staring at someone for an instant like that was really conspicuous.

A middle-aged man next to him smiled and patted him on the shoulder, chatting with him, "Young man, you've got your eye on that number six too."

Ding Qiuyun commented, "It doesn't look bad."

The middle-aged man said, "I look hot too, but I'll just look twice. He's already booked by that one."

Ding Qiuyun looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a burly man with two followers behind him, and judging by their attire, they were obviously the main members of a sizable material gathering team.

Ding Qiuyun was noncommittal to the middle-aged man's words, "Number six is mine."

The middle-aged man glanced skeptically at Ding Qiuyun, thinking that he was a real person and didn't dare to put his words too full, and said tentatively, "If you want to exchange such an extreme product, a car's worth of supplies may not be enough."

Ding Qiuyun said, "I want him, and a whistle is enough."

The middle-aged man froze, then burst into laughter, "Ouch, you youngsters--"

As he spoke, the piercing chirp of fireworks rising into the air and heat streams cutting through the cold air came from behind him.

At the same time, a dull popping sound came from the east side.

Under the double symphony, Ding Qiuyun put his index finger and thumb against his lips and whistled.

The power of the whole city was cut off instantly, and the once glorious streets were plunged into a dead-like darkness, except for the fireworks that kept exploding in the air, and the brightly glowing golden threads and silver threads cascading down from the sky, like a compassionate eye gazing at the dark city.

Gu Xinzhi quickly pulled the dagger strapped to his thigh, kicked open the de-energized cage, and in the process slit the throat of one of the Neo-humans who had sniffed and intended to come on stage.

By the time the next firework lit up, Gu Xinzhi, with blood splattered on his cheek, was standing in front of Ding Qiuyun and the jaw-dropping middle-aged man.

Ding Qiuyun rolled over the barrier and fired a shot straight into the air as the fireworks lit up.

The shot was a code word they had agreed upon long ago.

Uncle Lo, who had been waiting in the parking lot and had taken the opportunity to break all the tires he could, opened fire, and several members of the team in the cage took their hidden guns out of the lining of their white robes and fired into the air.

For a time, the gunfire was intense, all over the place, sounding like popping beans, as if the whole town had been surrounded by some unknown army.

Even if the new human's physical ability is strong, but also live for ten, decades of human, for the fear of guns and bullets has long been burned straight in the bottom of the heart, screaming scattered to run, or fall on the ground two warring not a few.

A security team was called out, but Ding Qiuyun demanded that everyone must shoot once and change places, so that the security team was puzzled and had to fire warning shots, so that the sound of gunfire became denser and denser, which in turn gave people the illusion that "the more you shoot, the more you shoot".

A member of the team who was scattered in the crowd with Ding Qiuyun chose the right moment and, as previously agreed, raised his voice and shouted, "They're coming with a hundred or so people! It's an army!"

With that, he took a grenade from his belt and threw it at a stand that had long since been emptied.

The whole city panicked with a bang.

A total of 20 armed men, front and back, used the darkness and chaos to create the illusion of a large army, raw.

The AI in the city is also in an unknown panic.

After using the backup power, more than one AI noticed the oddity, "Oh my god, it's that resistance system that's labeled S-Class! He's gotten into our town!"

All the messages were unified at the main system, which knew that it was not too late and immediately sent a call for help to the higher system, "Hello, hello, this is Aggregate System 1277, our power system has been destroyed by an S3 level hazardous system, requesting for support!"

After a long time, a warm voice gave an answer, "Hello guys. I have received your feedback. Thank you for the ratings you have made on me, and for the information that allowed me to locate your hub location."

With a gentle greeting, countless viruses swarmed into the main system, and every operable icon turned into a small milk panther with a crooked head and tongue.

The city's AI was destroyed in this way, and it fell into an indefinite silence.

In the East Square, as Yan Lanlan expected, the roar of the bomb attracted nearby patrols, while the ice sculpture was mostly destroyed and the girl in the ice fell to the ground, her life unknown.

Yan Lanlan retreated back to the corner where she was hiding, hesitating for a moment, but she still felt that she couldn't let Shu Wenqing face so many Neo-humans by herself, and she was about to take out her gun to fight with them, but she didn't expect that before she stepped out of the hiding place, a hand with broken ice would block her back, and directly cover her mouth.

"Shh."

Yan Lanlan's eyes widened.

...... She forgot that the new humans are not afraid of the cold, and their cellular repair ability is several times or even dozens of times that of normal people.

Shu Wenqing was clad in the jacket that Yan Lanlan had once draped over the ice and eventually left behind, the hemline revealing two long, muscular legs, the knees and calves still covered in thin ice, and the heels of his feet looked like they had been blown up quite badly, but had now fully recovered, leaving only a thin layer of bloody ice.

Shu Wenqing gave some of her remaining light to the Neo-human soldiers who had realized that the ice sculpture had been blown up and were searching around in a panic with their rifles, and only when she noticed that the body temperature of the person under her palm was not right did she reveal an expression of mild surprise.

She wiped her fingers on the side of Yan Lanlan's neck and realized that the "corpse spot" was smudged.

Shu Wenqing was really curious now, "Old humans?"

Yan Lanlan doesn't answer either, focusing only on the situation at hand, "Going or not?"

Shu Wenqing also just casually expresses surprise, sniffs without hesitation to grab her hand, picks a direction and catwalks quickly.

She doesn't ask where she's coming from, she doesn't ask where she's going.

Three hours together had allowed them to develop a wonderful, silent understanding.

Yan Lanlan follows her as one fish leads another through the depths, knowing the location of every clump of coral, every reef.

Yan Lanlan was almost confused by her until she led him to the door of a basement on the second basement level and Yan Lanlan asked, "Is it safe here?"

Shu Wenqing: "Sort of safe."

"I'll take credit for that then." Yan Lanlan pats his chest and says, "See you later, I'm off to find my team."

Shu Wenqing said, "Little girl, lend me a knife."

Yan Lanlan covered his bag warily, "What are you doing."

Shu Wenqing: "Scared of me?"

Yan Lanlan said bluntly, "Why not be afraid, I'm afraid you'll cut me down and rob me of my supplies."

Shu Wenqing lost his smile, "Blades are fine. Besides, you always have a gun in your bag, right? You don't have to worry about me robbing it."

Yan Lanlan retreated ten meters in a row, holding the bag containing the two guns, "No, what guns, don't be ridiculous."

Shu Wenqing reaches out to her, still not giving up on her demands.

Yan Lanlan considered it for a moment, but then felt for a small razor blade for shaving and threw it over to him.

Shu Wenqing smiled, "Little girl, thank you."

Yan Lanlan protested from afar, "...... I'm not little, I'm nineteen."

Yan Lanlan is really a person who can easily make people feel better. Shu Wenqing picked up the blade, pressed it twice on his left arm, found the right position, and cut it down.

Yan Lanlan's eyes fluttered as he watched.

With a muffled sound of blood and flesh separating, Shu Wenqing took a key out of his arm.

And after removing the key, the flesh and blood quickly coalesced back together and returned to normal.

...... All these days, this crucial key has been hidden under the skin of her arm.

Shu Wenqing said, "Blade, I'll clean it and give it back to you?"

Yan Lanlan shook his head, "I'm giving it to you as a souvenir."

With that, she turned and was about to run.

Shu Wenqing stopped her and pointed to the door in front of him, "Won't you come in and take a look?"

Yan Lanlan says, "Nah. My teammates should be pretty much done with their tasks, and I need to hurry up and find our Ding team-"

"...... Ding?" Shu Wenqing was stunned, "Ding Qiuyun?"

Yan Lanlan was alert enough to realize that he had blurted it out, and didn't answer positively, "I'll go first."

"Wait a minute." She had just taken two steps when Shu Wenqing called out to her again, "Your Ting team is going to make a feint to stir up the whole city and take advantage of the chaos to rescue the old humans, isn't it?"

Yan Lanlan didn't expect Shu Wenqing to be able to tell so much as a complete bystander, but still played dumb with a good-natured face, "Really?"

Shu Wenqing laughed.

Even as she smiled, her smile still carried a bit of the cold detachment of a flower of the high ridge, "Captain Ding Qiuyun, I know you can hear me, and I also know that you won't be relieved that a little girl is on a mission alone. I can help you, how about we cooperate?"

Yan Lanlan lifted his hand to hold his headphones and listened for a while, frowning a little in confusion, but still relayed Ding Qiuyun's words truthfully, "Team Ding said that cooperation is fine, but only if you open the right doors and show your sincerity, don't donkey our family's stupid Lanlan. ... ... Ding Qiuyun, people are still standing here, who are you talking about."

Shu Wenqing, unable to hide his happiness, went to the third door adjoining this one from the left and fed the key into the lock hole.

Yan Lanlan took two steps forward in surprise, "Wasn't that the door from earlier?"

"Of course not." Shu Wenqing admitted matter-of-factly, "I've been betrayed before, and knowing what that's like, I won't taste it again. The door to that room can also be opened with this key, but it's planted with a stepping invisible mine."

Yan Lanlan : "......"

Shu Wenqing smiles apologetically at Yan Lanlan, "I thought you were the bait those Neo-humans used to put out a long line to catch a big fish. ...... That room was the last bargaining chip I used as a cushion."

Yan Lanlan, no glassy-eyed girl either, shrugged and smiled, "Then I take back my apology for thinking you were going to cut me up earlier. We're even."

Shu Wenqing looked deeply at Yan Lanlan and opened the door.

Yan Lanlan, also curious, wrapped his arms around his bag and padded over to the door for just a quick look, nearly swallowing his tongue in shock.

The house was full of twenty or so people sitting in the basement of about a hundred square meters, at least opened up more than three rooms, and the walls were covered with light and heavy weapons of various colors, enough to arm a company.

Facing the dumbfounded Yan Lanlan, Shu Wenqing removed a wood knife from the wall and slung it across his back, removed another miniature electromagnetic submachine gun, and calmly said, "Little girl, your team wants to fight a muddled battle. But what I want to fight, is a hard battle."