MMB 180. In Times Of Crisis, Who Will Provide Reinforcements?
180. In Times Of Crisis, Who Will Provide Reinforcements?
A large area of flames swept towards Qiu Xiaoye like a wave.
Seeing that the flame was getting closer, Qiu Xiaoye was ready to call out his war horse, charge towards Shalu, pass through his body, and transfer the battlefield to other parts of the hospital.
There is no way, in this situation, we can only divert Shalu's attention as much as possible. Facing this guy, as long as you yell at him and make him anxious, he will probably come to a decisive battle with you without any explanation.
On the one hand, he doesn't have the brains of Qing Shui.
On the other hand, what Shalu was really interested in was the Solo card in Qiu Xiaoye's body, and there was nothing he wanted in Mo Zhibai's body.
The flames were already approaching, and just as Qiu Xiaoye was about to charge in on horseback, suddenly, sections of black mist emerged from the operation room, and the gap in the door of the operation room in his eyes diffused outwards. position is covered.
Qiu Xiaoye's whole body was also hidden in the black mist.
And Shalu's flame, as soon as it touched the black mist, immediately stopped burning, extinguished and dissipated.
"What's the situation? Fog ghost?" Shalu was a little at a loss.
This black mist was obviously created by the fog ghost's ability, but why did it appear at this time? Is there any fog ghost who wants to snatch Qiu Xiaoye from him?
Facing the black mist, Shalu did not dare to transform into a flame form, and tried to walk a few steps into the black mist, but as soon as he walked in, he felt that his human body could not breathe, so he quickly retreated.
"Damn it." Shalu cursed viciously: "I hate fog ghosts, and I hate ice ghosts."
After finishing speaking, he scratched his head, looking at the black mist in front of him, feeling a little at a loss. But soon, he thought of an idea, so he immediately took out his phone: "Hey, Ling Feng, you hurry up and send me my bazooka to the hospital, I'm going to blow up this operating room, watch him Qiu Where is Xiaoye going?"
Ling Feng was in his early fifties and was a level 73 [Shiyan Ghost]. He was originally the head of the traffic police department of the police station. After Du Yike died, he was temporarily arranged by Shalu to be the acting chief of the police station.
After finishing the phone call, Shalu stood impatiently at the door of the operating room, looking at the black mist in front of him, and cursed countless times in his heart.
But at the same time, he was also very puzzled, why there was no sound of fighting in the black mist?
Could it be that Qiu Xiaoye has already been dealt with by this fog ghost?
No way, Qiu Xiaoye wouldn't be so easy to deal with all of a sudden, right?
The more Shalu thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he began to pace back and forth, feeling restless.
Soon, after about twenty minutes, hurried footsteps were heard approaching, a middle-aged man in a police uniform, carrying a bazooka, ran up profusely in sweat.
As soon as he saw Shalu, he smiled, for fear of offending him.
Shalu looked at him and said, "I said, why did it take you so long to arrive? I've been waiting for a long time."
Ling Feng nodded and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, eldest son, the traffic is too heavy this way, and I can't use ghost power in the city."
Shalu sneered: "You Shiyan ghost, even if you use ghost power, where can you go so fast? Stop talking nonsense, give me the bazooka, I can't wait to blow up this place."
Ling Feng handed out the bazooka, with suspicion in his tone: "My lord, it's not good for you to bombard the hospital with rockets. If Mayor Ji finds out, I'm afraid—"
"You fucking shut up." Shalu was already impatient: "Mayor Ji, Mayor Ji, I put you in this position, let me tell you, if that old Ji really pissed me off that day, he Don't even think about being the mayor."
Ling Feng didn't dare to say any more.
So Shalu adjusted the rocket launcher, and immediately aimed at the pile of black mist, and said, "Damn it, don't care what Qiu Xiaoye or fog ghost you are, I'll blast this house to pieces for you as soon as I shot it in." !"
While speaking, he was ready to pull the trigger.
But at this moment, suddenly, all the black mist dissipated, and the entire front of the operating room became extremely clear again, leaving only a closed door, and above the door, the red light It's been darkened, and it's no longer lit.
Ling Feng said to Shalu: "My lord, why did the fog dissipate all of a sudden, can we blow it up or not?"
Shalu thought for a while and said, "Go in and see what's going on."
"Ah?" Ling Feng didn't react.
Shalu kicked over and scolded: "You open the way! You still want me to open the way for you?"
Ling Feng quickly said: "Yes, yes, I will go right away, right away."
Ling Feng immediately changed, and the skin on his body turned into hard rocks, and then he dared to walk forward slowly, to push open the door of the operating room.
He didn't want to gamble, if he pushed the door open and that Qiu Xiaoye slashed down, wouldn't he be completely cold?
The skin that had mutated into a stone, although it couldn't fully withstand Qiu Xiaoye's slashing, was at most just a few flesh wounds, so it wouldn't be cut in half by a single knife.
Ling Feng approached the door cautiously, then kicked the switch on the wall next to it, and the door of the operating room opened slowly.
But surprisingly, Qiu Xiaoye was not found in the operating room.
Only one doctor, with a few assistants, was packing up the props used in the operation.
On the operating table, only blood-stained gauze remained, without any trace of human beings.
Shalu couldn't bear it anymore, and walked in with the bazooka on his shoulders.
As soon as I entered, I found the emergency exit on the side. The small door was wide open, leading to an unknown direction.
Just as Shalu was about to chase after him, the doctor slowly took off his mask and said, "They've already gone far, you can't even catch up with them."
The doctor is Han Er.
When Shalu saw that face, he recognized it instantly.
"It's you." As soon as Shalu looked up, he saw the line of white characters above Han Er's head: [Fog Ghost: Level 65].
"Huh? Haha?" Shalu threw away the bazooka and landed on the ground, making a heavy pounding sound.
He scratched his head, with a puzzled expression on his face: "I don't understand, I really don't understand? You also released the black mist? Aren't you a ghost? Why are you saving a human being? Your behavior should be called What? Ghost rape?"
Han Er's expression was very calm: "This is my idea, it has nothing to do with these assistants, let them go first."
Shalu waved his hands impatiently: "Go, go!"
The assistants looked at Han Er without moving his body, Han Er shouted: "What are you thinking? Go quickly, don't forget, you are doctors, and you will save people in the future!"
Hearing this, the assistants quickly turned their heads and ran out towards the door.
In the cold operating room, only Han Er, Sha Lu, and Ling Feng were left.
"Is there any smoke?" Han Er suddenly asked.
Shalu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over. Han Er reached out to catch it, pulled out one, and put it in his mouth.
At this time, a flame flew quickly and ignited it for him.