Chapter 22: Crisis Strikes Again Under the combined persuasion of Old Wan and me, the defenders believed what we said. Everyone got their gear ready, preparing to go out and meet up with the defender troops. Whether they could find their companions, I couldn't guarantee, but I believed we would definitely be able to find them, hehe!
Gan Er and Gan San slightly opened a crack in the door, peeked outside, and then gave us an OK gesture.
“Not bad, there are no ghosts outside. Let's go.” Grandpa Gan waved his hand and moved out the door first. The other defenders followed closely behind. Old Wan carried the unconscious Bullet on his back, and exchanged a glance with me, his face full of a sly smile.
‘~Tap, tap, tap.' We all walked quietly out the door, and I again felt that sneaky feeling of a thief.
The defenders looked a bit nervous, their eyes darting around. When we reached the stairwell, Dead Demon made a pause gesture and quietly approached the stairs alone, crouching down to look below. After a while, he nodded at us.
The stairwell is the place that requires the most attention because it's the best spot to observe the situation below—Dead Demon did well.
Everyone felt somewhat relieved but was not completely at ease. When we reached the fourth floor and looked around, hey! This floor is safe. Grandpa Gan, walking ahead of me, suddenly turned around and looked at me: “Are you sure everyone is on the fourth floor?”
“Mm!” I nodded my head, but the fourth floor was not my target; I should trick them into going to the third floor. So I continued: “At that time, we were battling a large group of bio-ghosts on the fourth floor. It's possible they're on the fourth floor, but the third floor is more likely.”
“Oh… mm?” Grandpa Gan had been listening happily, but when he heard the last sentence, he was stunned.
“You're not messing with me, are you? First, you say fourth floor, now you say third floor?”
“I'm dizzy!” I shook my head and sighed. “Grandpa Gan, think about it. At that time, we were in a fierce fight with the defenders, and suddenly a group of bio-ghosts appeared. What would we do? Of course we would scatter to save our lives. Under the ghosts' pursuit, no one could escape very far. If they ran to the lower floors without hiding places, they could easily be wiped out. So anyone with a bit of sense would hide somewhere in the building.At that time, we were fighting on the fourth floor, and I thought the most likely chance to escape was to the third floor!”
“Oh, that makes sense.” Grandpa Gan nodded and said to everyone, “Everyone, look around the fourth floor; if you can't find anything, we'll go to the third floor.”
Phew! Luckily this captain is an idiot, otherwise, I wouldn't even know what to say.
“Frustrating captain!” At this moment, the Dead Demon approached. As for me, he no longer had the anger from before, instead, he walked over with a smile. After all, he had spoken well for us, and I felt a bit grateful to him, even though he was a 'frightening' guy.
“What's up?” The Dead Demon asked with a smile as he walked over. Even before reaching me, he instinctively glanced at my chest. Huh? So big? I wonder what it's made of...
“Nothing!” The Dead Demon reached me, looking at me with a half-smile: “I just wanted to ask, if our guardian companions aren't on the fourth floor, and not on the third floor either, what would you do?”
“Hehe, they definitely won't leave this building!” I felt a bit puzzled. What exactly did this guy want to say?
At this moment, the search on the fourth floor was completed, and Grandpa Gan commanded, “Be careful, everyone, now go to the third floor.” Hearing this, the Dead Demon smiled and walked away, casting a strange glance at me as he left.
What exactly did this guy want to say?
Just as I was confused, Old Wan came over and poked me with a mischievous grin: “Hehe, although I don't know what he just said to you, from the perspective of a bystander, it seems like there's a bit of a flirtatious atmosphere between you two!”
What?! Flirtatious?! Damn, me and the Dead Demon? Thinking about these words instantly made me want to puke! I forcibly suppressed the urge to smack him, glaring at Old Wan: “I really want to shoot your head off!”
“Hehe, just joking, just joking!” Old Wan flinched to one side and followed the team to the third floor. He seemed even afraid that I would chase after him, constantly looking back while walking.
“You can eat food carelessly, but not words… hmm?” Watching Old Wan occasionally glance back with a guilty look, I was stunned on the spot: “O-Old Wan.”
“What? It was just a joke, you're not that petty, are you?”
“No!”Seeing Lao Wan's back from behind, a sense of foreboding suddenly surged in my heart: 'Lao Wan, you… where did the bullets on your back go?' I remember clearly that when everyone left the room, Lao Wan had the bullets on his back and went out with us. But… but now?! Looking at Lao Wan's back from behind, I wiped my eyes: no way, how are the bullets not on him?
'Ah!' Hearing my words, Lao Wan froze on the spot, his face full of acne suddenly turning pale. He even turned back to look at his back, clicking his tongue, 'No wonder something felt off…'
'You total idiot!' I was completely exasperated with him now. How could someone not notice when the bullets on their back disappear?! But the bullets had been infected with the virus and had collapsed, how could they just disappear into thin air? Could it be…?
This is bad! Could it be that the bullets have already…?
'Ah! It's a ghost!'
Sure enough! While we were still standing dumbfounded at the staircase, the security guard unit on the third floor suddenly sent out panicked gunfire, accompanied by a very familiar roar—'Aow!'
Oh my god, it can't be the bullets, right?! Lao Wan and I hurried downstairs and saw a biochem ghost leap up and swipe at a guard with a massive claw!
'Damn it!' Seeing his subordinate fall in front of him, Grandpa Gan shouted, throwing down his M4 and switching to the more powerful Thompson, bullets rattling onto the biochem ghost.
'Hey, hey!'
I panicked when I saw this—the guy was holding my Thompson. Hey, save some, that's the last magazine! At this moment, Lao Wan reacted quickly. While they were dealing with the biochem ghost, he rushed forward with all his might. But he wasn't going after the ghost empty-handed; that would be suicide.
Lao Wan delivered a kick to a guard. The person was fully engaged with the ghost and didn't notice Lao Wan suddenly springing up; with a 'ugh!', he was kicked flying!
'Homerun!'
Lao Wan shouted in excitement, and before the guard could get up, he kicked him again and grabbed the M60 heavy machine gun that had been taken away.
Good job, Lao Wan!I also wanted to go and snatch the Thompson for myself. Who knew that when Grandpa saw Lao Wan's movement, he was already on guard and aimed the Thompson at me: 'How dare you betray me, die!' Saying that, bullets flew toward me...?
Seeing the gun aimed at me, I rolled on the ground several times with a shout, and the place where I was standing was pierced with several black holes by the Thompson bullets!
'Still running!'
Grandpa, seeing that he hadn't hit me, was even angrier and aimed the gun at me again. Oh my, would I die at the hands of this idiot? Just as he was about to fire at me, a red shadow suddenly jumped from behind!
It was... the Biochemical Ghost! The Biochemical Ghost grabbed at Grandpa's head, and Grandpa was sent flying more than three meters away with a 'smack', clearly not going to survive. After Grandpa fell, the Biochemical Ghost's two glowing big eyes stared at me.
I faced the red ghost, staring eye to eye for a long time, completely stunned...
'Dadadada' Lao Wan picked up the M60 and fired at the ghost. The Biochemical Ghost shrieked in pain and ran back toward Lao Wan! Lao Wan, though incapable in other things, had a very sharp reflex! Seizing the moment before the ghost arrived, he continuously fired the M60, and with his foot, flicked a Defender's M4 toward me.
'Good gracious!'
As soon as I received the gun, I started firing fiercely at the Biochemical Ghost: 'Everyone, let's deal with this trouble first!' The other defenders also knew that the biochemical monster was the most threatening, and they kept firing their machine guns.
Everyone fired together at the Biochemical Ghost, lifting Lao Wan's crisis off him. I quickly ran to his side: 'Stop shooting, let's go!' 'What?' Lao Wan said while firing: 'What are you doing? We almost have this guy handled!'
'Trust me!' Not caring what he said, I pulled Lao Wan and ran.
Hearing the intense gunfire behind us, Lao Wan and I ran faster than rabbits, secretly laughing in our hearts: dear defender friends, I will miss you, bye-bye!
Seeing us running farther and farther, Lao Wan couldn't help but say: 'Sophie, what the heck are you doing? We almost killed that ghost!'
'What else could we do? This is the third floor, don't forget what our original goal was!'“Look, we've arrived.” Only after I said this did Old Wan remember that we were supposed to meet up with Gaara and the others.
“Don't move!” A female voice suddenly came from behind. When we turned around, we saw that the mouth of the machine gun held by the corpse demon was pointed at us! (End of this chapter)