355 Chapter 9, Dangerous

bark. With a soft sound, the bandaged soldier was cut open like the guy who had been disembowelled before. The tall one and the short one started to do the same to the bandaged soldiers, taking away the internal organs.

Hoffa stood outside, staring blankly at what happened in the secret room. This is not a sight that can be seen under normal circumstances. Under normal circumstances, the person hanging on that hook should not be a human being.

"What should we do? It's cold outside and there are bad people inside, we can't go anywhere." The girl asked Hoffa close to her ear.

Hoffa turned his head and looked at the girl beside him. There was a light of fire flickering in her deep pupils. She seems a little excited?

"What's that look on your face?" he asked.

"I'm a little sick."

The girl said softly.

"Where does it hurt."

Hoffa asked concerned.

"Feel uncomfortable."

said the girl.

As she spoke, she held her hand on the doorknob.

Hoffa quickly grabbed the back of her hand and said softly: "No, I'm like a headless chicken now, I don't remember anything, if I act rashly, it may put us in danger."

"We're in no danger."

The girl grinned and said, "We are the danger."

Hoffa's eyes widened suddenly.

Then, before he could react, the girl unscrewed the door first and walked in leisurely.

The two people in the room were quickly and skillfully handling the internal organs, transferring them from the human chest to the black plastic bag, completely oblivious to the girl who walked in behind them.

The girl briskly walked up to the two of them, patted the shoulders of the tall one and the short one respectively, and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The tall one and the short one probably didn't expect a person to appear suddenly. They turned their heads and looked, and were taken aback. The short one was a little better, probably with a lower center of gravity, but he just petrified on the spot and didn't move. But the tall one fell directly to the ground, kicked back, pointed at the girl and screamed, the sound was the same as a frightened Chihuahua.

The cry was so piercing that Hoffa was extremely worried. The girl entered the room so hastily and rashly and dragged them into an unknown situation. God knows how many people the cry will attract and what consequences it will cause.

The short man was the first to react, and he made a decisive move, slashing the sharp scalpel towards the girl's neck. Hoffa, who was not far away, saw this scene, rushed over in three steps and two steps, and knocked the girl away.

"Ha ha."

The girl smiled happily.

She stepped back and kicked the dwarf's wrist with an upper hook, causing the sharp knife to come out of his hand. Then, with the help of Hoffa's impact force, she stepped on the operating table and swayed flexibly to the rope system hanging the corpse, raised her legs, and said to the two people below: "You guys are so brave to collect organs here, you guys Is it a private organization or a public organization?"

"court death!"

The dwarf cursed darkly.

At this time, the tall man also recovered from the shock. He got up from the ground, pulled off the bloody black rubber sleeve on his chest, pointed to the golden lion logo on the inner lining and said sharply: "We are researchers from the Royal Hospital of Great Britain. , who have the most formal business license, who are you! Are you those damn reporters?"

Hoffa stared at the two men, both dull and vigilant, and things were out of his control from the beginning. It seems that it has never been under his control, and he can't find any other way except adapting to the situation.

"Hello, Hoffa."

Suddenly, the girl called him.

"Um?"

Hoffa responded nervously.

"Do you remember that Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain once issued a privateer license to pirates?"

Hoffa said after a moment of silence, "I don't remember."

He really didn't remember anything, but the girl's words hurt the tall and short people in front of him. The short man was furious, and he cursed: "Where did the stinky reporter come from here to meddle in my own business!"

After saying that, he picked up a belly knife and threw it at the girl. But the girl stood high on the rope, dodging the sharp knife like a sailor in the storm, and giggled: "Hoffa, help me kill them."

"How do I kill them!"

Hoffa turned his head and said angrily.

As a man who can't remember anything, Hoffa feels that the girl has a lot of unrealistic expectations of him. From the appearance, he is only a boy of about eighteen years old. Could it be that he is the opponent of the two big and three rough adults in front of him.

However, no matter whether he is willing or not, the tall and short people who got up from the ground have already regarded him as a serious problem. They waved the cutting equipment and smashed at Hoffa.

Seeing that the shining blades were so close to him, Hoffa couldn't help twisting his waist, retreating and dodging continuously, shaking the blades, and flashing, he began to be surprised. It's like a cyclist who hasn't ridden for a long time sits on the bench again, and like a painter who hasn't painted for a long time picks up his brush again, everything is so natural and easy, as if he was born to avoid knives.

"Hey, calm down!"

Hoffa said anxiously while dodging the knife proficiently: "If you cut it too hard, something will happen!"

"Don't move!"

The short man shouted like a madman: "Who sent you here?"

"We're here to find something."

Hoffa said that he hid faster and faster, and those knife lights were judged out of the trajectory before he even made a move. He felt that the two men were too disorganized when they swung their knives.

"Excuse me, have you ever heard of the Heart Stone?"

While dodging, Hoffa asked.

"What heart stone?"

The short man was out of breath, with red eyes, and asked like crazy.

"I don't know, it seems to be a stone in my heart, literally."

Hoffa slashed and slashed more than a dozen times in a row, and explained seriously.

"Stone in the heart, what are you kidding!!?"

The short guy was about to go mad with anger, and the boy was as slippery as a fish, yet he still managed to find time to ask him questions.

"Heart stones, that's what my friend told me."

Hoffa said.

"Go to Nima's heart stone, how could there be stones in the heart!!"

The short man swung the knife almost like crazy, but due to his crazy actions, his wrist accidentally hit the corner of the raised metal dissecting table, and a huge gap was made in one blow, and the bone was visible deep.

Now he couldn't hold the knife anymore, and screamed while covering his hands, curled up into a ball on the ground.

"John!!"

Seeing that the short one was injured, the tall one didn't want to chop any more, threw away the knife and went to check the short one's injury.

"That's what I said too, how could there be stones in my heart!"

said Hoffa, looking up disapprovingly. I hope that girl can understand the absurdity of the term "heart stone" from the testimony of this professional.

But the girl sitting on a high place had extremely cold eyes, which made Hoffa shiver involuntarily.

The short man squatted on the ground, clutching his hands and howling. He wailed: "Pike, when do you want to see it! Do you really want to expose our shelter?"

Hearing the short man's wailing, Hoffa couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. He didn't seem to be speaking to the tall man. The tall man was frightened to the ground as soon as he met him, and he didn't look like a person who could reverse the situation. But if he yells like that, it means there is a third person in this place

A thought flashed through his mind, and then he rolled subconsciously.

boom! !

As soon as he lowered his head, a stream of sparks appeared on the metal operating table in front of him. A searing bullet hit the metal console and bounced off the tall man's ear, shaving off a chunk of flesh from his ear.

The tall man who was hit by the stray bullet covered his ears and screamed, "Pike! Don't you have eyes?"

Accompanied by the tall man's screams, I saw a gentle young man with a cigarette in his mouth and gold-rimmed glasses holding a double-barreled shotgun, coming out of a secret door at the other end of the room. He complained as he walked: " What kind of plane, why did you let strangers in."

After finishing speaking, he raised his double-barreled shotgun and fired a shot at the girl on the height. As soon as the gunshot rang, the girl fell to the ground.

"You should hurry up!"

The short man squatted on the ground, clutching his wound and cursing angrily.

"Calm down John, nothing is more important than closing a position first."

The young man said calmly. He reloaded the double-barreled shotgun twice, aimed at Hoffa, and fired again with a bang.

The moment the trigger was pulled, Hoffa saw the gunpowder smoke and unburned gunpowder when the bullet flew out of the barrel, and he could even see the lines produced by the friction on the surface of the bullet clearly.

But all this only lasted for a short moment, fleeting like a hallucination, Hoffa fell to the ground with his head in his arms, hiding behind the metal operating table, he used his hands and feet to avoid bullets, and kept crawling towards the fallen girl move.

The young man named Peak kept his hands on his hands, continuously took out oversized bullets from his waist and loaded them into the shotgun, and then continued to shoot at the place where Hoffa was crawling, one shot after another, one shot at a time. Gun after gun.

But the strange thing is that every time those bullets are fired, Hoffa can see their trajectory. Although that glimpse is always as fleeting as a hallucination, it is enough for him to make a judgment and avoid the direction of the bullet. .

The flames continued to explode in the slaughterhouse, the disemboweled corpses were smashed into sieves, and the ice buckets containing the internal organs were smashed into pieces. Even the viscera in the ice bucket turned into pieces like raindrops, falling down in a rustle. Made a bloody mess on the ground.

In the chaos, Hoffa rolled and crawled to the girl's side. At this moment, the girl was covered in blood all over her body, and she was clutching her chest, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Seeing the girl's movements and that look in her eyes, Hoffa suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and asked in horror, "Are you all right?"

"Are you worried about me?"

The girl clutched her chest and asked breathlessly.

Seeing her so weak, Hoffa almost fainted, and some broken images quickly flashed in his mind. It was a detailed conversation under the tower, a kiss in the snow, and the images flashed by. The severe pain made his face instantly pale as paper. He covered his head, stared at the girl in cold sweat and asked, "Tell me, what's your name?"

The girl stared at Hoffa's face, the expression on her face gradually changed from weakness to dissatisfaction, and finally to disappointment.

"snort."

She moved her hand away, turned over and sat up, and opened Hoffa's hand impatiently.

"Just kidding, I don't die so easily."

Such a huge contrast made Hoffa almost faint from anger.

This guy pretended to be dead so much, he was comparable to the top theater actors, he was so worried just now for nothing.