.

The light bulb hanging on the iron wall glowed dimly, illuminating the boiling crucible and the messy metal fragments on the table.

In addition to the thunder outside the door and the heavy rain falling on the ground, in the closed space, there is only the turbid breathing like a bellows.

Red Glove's upper body was naked, and he gritted his teeth to change the bandage on his bloody half body. When he took off the gauze adhering to the flesh and blood, scarlet blood seeped out from behind the torn scab.

It was as if countless blades had been inserted into it, and those tiny incisions opened like small pink mouths, spitting out scarlet saliva.

"FUXK! That monster junior high school student from Dongxia..."

Red Glove cursed in a low voice, picked up the spray can, and pressed it against the wound. A burst of green spray fell on his body, making a hissing sound like sulfuric acid falling into an alkaline liquid.

In the suppressed roar of pain, the light green mist seemed to be alive, and penetrated into his wounds one by one. Then, the whole body squirmed, like a snake's nest.

He collapsed on the ground, convulsed in pain, and couldn't help screaming in pain.

Something was fighting on the battlefield with his body, and soon, bruises and fragments of internal organs flowed out from the wounds, with a deep green color and wisps of ink like ashes.

That was the Chang Gung poison that was forced out of the lungs...

If it were other people, they would probably be dead at this moment, right? If it weren't for the fact that Taksin, his Stigmata, could temporarily turn his body into a zombie, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand this attack of fighting fire with fire.

In just a few seconds, he was sweating profusely, and sweat mixed with putrid blood flowed from the wound.

It's like a living corpse pulled out of a coffin by grave robbers.

But no matter what, he is still alive.

Even this near-death experience gave him a lot more confidence in his ability to advance into the Night Dire and enter the fourth stage.

When the alarm clock rang, he finally had the strength to get up from the ground, picked up the tongs, and poured the silver liquid in the boiling crucible into the iron cup.

A squeaking sound.

Where is the delicious drink? It is clearly a pool of boiling metal solution!

Even though he was now half-zombified, Red Glove hesitated for a long time after picking up the cup. Unfortunately, this improvised silver blood potion was only effective when it was in liquid form.

He made up his mind and drank it all in one gulp.

In a burst of severe burning pain, he almost suspected that his esophagus and mouth had been burned to carbon, but this was a necessary price.

This liquid, which is fatal to ordinary people, is actually a gradeless micro-stigma - a short-lived miracle carried by liquid metal as a container, which can repair the damaged stigma and body in a short time.

, just like universal glue.

The technology of keeping it liquid at normal temperature is the secret of each alchemy workshop and can never be leaked. Now he can only prepare this version with serious consequences in a hurry to save the emergency.

Soon, his bloody half body healed up, and a trace of iron light emerged from the wound. The solidified iron seemed to merge with the flesh and blood, regluing the body that was on the verge of being broken back together.

And this severe pain also consumed his remaining energy, making him look more and more groggy, almost fainting.

With trembling hands, he fumbled for a package from his pocket, opened the package, took out the incense inside, and lit it with his own source of fire.

Wisps of smoke penetrated his nostrils.

His pale face gradually turned rosy, and his depleted energy slowly recovered a little under the stimulation of incense, but it was less than one-tenth of his normal state.

After all, the convenient creations with red bottles and blue bottles in online games are unrealistic. Even if they exist, they are so expensive that one can be sold for millions of dollars. After all, they are life-saving props in critical moments.

Metal repairs the body, and incense sustains the soul. This is the daily life of every border sublimator.

Until now, he finally took out his hand, put the phone that had been vibrating for a long time to his ear, and connected it.

"It's me, I'm still in Xinhai."

"How's the situation?" the person on the phone asked.

"I was injured a little and I'm still losing blood. Fortunately, I got the 4 of spades you gave me, otherwise I would have been really caught."

He put on his coat with difficulty with one hand: "Now Xinhai has been filled with leads from the Astronomical Society, and the backup safe house has been discovered... Don't worry, I will leave at midnight. The retreat I prepared will not

It will leave a mark."

"Be careful, don't stay here anymore, come back as soon as possible."

The person on the phone gave a final warning: "Although Xinhai's wedge has not been removed, it does not hinder the overall situation - your mission has been completed, and we will soon be able to open up the path to the Magic City... If the situation is critical, make your own decision

, prioritize saving yourself.”

Red Gloves hung up the phone indifferently and began to destroy all the things that could not be taken away. Soon, they were finished packing.

The time is 11:15.

It's time to leave this city of zombies...

Bang!

Suddenly, the roar of a collision was heard in the distance.

Red Glove was stunned and looked at the surveillance screen in the corner.

--somebody is coming.

He opened his palms, called out the fish tank, and lowered his head to peek into the water.

Just outside the door, a red sports car crashed into a mountain of containers, emitting black smoke.

Had a car accident?

.

.

.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."

In a burst of thick smoke, Huaishi climbed out of the car in embarrassment, feeling dizzy, and the cold rainstorm fell, waking him up.

He looked around blankly, seeing the mountains of containers piled up in the dock area, and the sea in the distance as cold as iron under the gloomy sky.

"Here we are?"

"Well, here we are."

The crow, who was almost alive, flew out of the car and looked around: "Don't you know how to find a parking lot? Even if I say you want to be reckless, you don't have to be so stubborn that you just drive your car and rush in, right?

?”

"Have you forgotten the sin you have made!" Huai Shi glared at him, "Even if the car is parked, I don't have the money to pay the fare, okay?"

"Then you won't abandon the car and let Liu Dongli pay for it after he is discharged from the hospital!"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and realized that in terms of the degree of heartlessness, this broken bird was better - in terms of the degree of black heart, I, Huai Shi, would like to respect you as the strongest.

Braving the heavy rain, he looked around to distinguish the terrain, and found that he was completely confused. It looked the same everywhere, with crossroads made of colorful containers.

I couldn't tell where I was at all.

Not to mention finding the red gloves hidden inside.

We agreed to go out and fight monsters.

The place has arrived.

Weird?

Crow pondered for a moment and came up with a bad idea: "Why don't you try shouting twice?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement, raised his hands to form a trumpet and put it to his mouth, shouting: "Hello? Are you there? Is there anyone? Open the door and send you some warmth...Brother Red Gloves, where are you?

Is it hidden somewhere?"

No one responded.

In the darkness, Red Glove looked at the reflection in the water indifferently, with no expression on his face.

"What is it? Are you here to be funny?"

Instantly, the water in the fish tank rippled slightly.

The distant perspective looked around, and after making sure that no one was ambushing him, he seemed to put down the telescope, and then picked up something again.

Then a neat and detailed cross mark appeared in the mirror...

While moving slowly, he aimed at Huai Shi's hood.

At the top of the tower crane hanging high in the air, the figure covered with dust-proof cloth and crawling on the crane stood up slowly, letting the heavy rain wash away his pale skin. There was no look in his dull eyes except for one.

The goldfish swims slowly.

The heavy sniper rifle was held flat in his hand.

Stop breathing.

In the midst of painful suffocation, the deep barrel of the gun pointed forward from the hands raised flatly, and the dark gun reflected the endless rainstorm in the sky.

At that moment, across hundreds of meters of sudden rain and wind, the scope had locked onto the unsuspecting blurry figure in the rain.

The thumb contracts slightly.

And at that moment, the scenery in the scope suddenly turned aside, and a huge scarlet eye emerged from it. It seemed to be staring directly at the red glove's face through the reflection of the fish tank.
To be continued...