Qin Si felt a dull pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by needles, and the pain was spreading. He couldn't help but press the position of his heart with his hands, and then guarded the girl at the door who was protecting him.
Qin Si pursed his lips, held the weapon Qiao Nian gave him tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will get out alive."
Qiao Nian could hear the emotional fluctuations in his voice. He looked back and saw nothing strange, so he frowned and thought for a while.
Throw him something.
“Take this with you.”
Qin Si caught it and looked at the round thing in his hand: "What is this?"
Qiao Nian was quite calm: "Bomb."
Qin Si: "..." Is it okay if he loses it now?
"Did you see the black button below?" Qiao Nian didn't care about him.
Qin Si found the button she mentioned with a hard scalp, and it felt uneven to the touch: "Yes, I saw it."
“Electromagnetic bomb.”
Qiao Nian said: "This is the same as a grenade. You press it and throw it within three seconds. As far as you can throw it, then find a bunker to hide yourself. Hide your arms and legs. I don't want to watch the inkstone." When I picked you up, you were missing arms and legs. It's hard for me to explain."
"Qiao, sister Qiao." Qin Si probably heard about electromagnetic weapons from Bo Jingxing. His handsome face was pale, and he tried to force himself to be calm and gave her a thumbs up. His thin lips almost trembled: "You are awesome."
Other than these words, he couldn't think of anything else to say to describe his psychological feelings at this moment.
Tonight was more exciting than he had been in the entire previous half of his life.
He held an electromagnetic weapon in his hand... the kind that would explode within three seconds... Qin Si's face was pale, and the blood in his body was about to freeze.
It's a pity that Qiao Nian didn't have the energy to pay attention to his feelings. She narrowed her eyes and looked forward as she spoke: "Here we come..."
Qin Si pricked up his ears but had not yet opened his mouth.
Just listen to the sound of gas jets outside.
Then there was a flurry of footsteps.
Someone is talking.
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