Chapter 340 Have you heard my story?
Bifang subconsciously lowered his body.
Immediately afterwards, there was another gunshot, and the distance was not closer. It was obvious that the other party fired two shots in the same place in a short period of time. A moment later, there was a sound of a door breaking.
The audience was shocked and realized belatedly that the other party actually had a gun!
"They're using guns to pick locks! On this floor!"
The sound is very clear and very close, just around the corner!
How far is it, twenty meters? Or thirty meters?
After the other party broke through the door, they did not make any sound, but moved forward silently. The sound of their unhurried footsteps made the atmosphere more and more tense. Bifang quickly got up from the ground and suppressed his breathing. There was no other sound in the darkness except the footsteps.
Run away!
The audience now stood on a united front and without exception asked Bifang to leave quickly.
The pupils quietly expanded, trying to let more light into the eyeballs. Bifang looked around and retreated quickly and steadily like a tiger lurking in the dark.
The two parties that were about to meet each other staggered again. Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually weakening, the onlookers all breathed a sigh of relief. The roller coaster-like ups and downs of the plot almost made people's hearts jump out of their chests!
Bifang wiped the sweat from his forehead and was equally nervous. Fortunately, he avoided this wave. But when he took another step and flashed into a narrow path, the feeling under his feet suddenly changed!
"ah!"
"Don't kill me!"
…
Matthew fell to the ground, not daring to move. Beads of cold sweat were oozing out, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.
The sudden sound of gunfire almost broke his heart, and the sound of the door breaking afterwards was a death warrant. He covered his head with a black cloth, trying to get away with it under the cover of night.
But before he could dodge, a strong pressure came from behind, penetrating his sternum.
The man also didn't realize that there were other people hiding in the darkness. He stepped on Matthew's back, jumped up lightly, and slipped out of the narrow passage. The kick that penetrated Matthew's sternum almost broke his ribs, and happened to press on Matthew's lungs, squeezing out all his breath. He couldn't help but shout, then raised his hands in surrender.
"Don't kill me!"
Bifang was startled, pulled out the steel bar from his waist, turned around and squatted, then knelt on one knee. He kneeled down again, knocking Matthew, who was trying to get up, down with a knee. At the same time, the steel bar rotated, strangled the opponent's neck, and suddenly tightened!
"Don't, don't kill me, ugh!"
Matthew held his hands tightly against the steel bars. His expression could not be seen in the darkness, but everyone could see that veins on his face were bulging due to lack of oxygen.
"Shut up!"
Bifang cursed in a low voice, looked at the struggling man, removed the steel bar, restrained him with one hand, and led him into the narrow passage.
For some reason, the next second after hearing Bifang's scolding, the man really gave up struggling and let Bifang drag him into the narrow passage.
At the same moment the man's feet flashed into the narrow passage, a beam of flashlight came straight at them, and the light caused the two men's pupils to contract.
Bifang dragged the man and pressed him against the wall, staring at the white light in front of him. He could even clearly feel the man in front of him trembling slightly and his Adam's apple moving constantly.
"Is anyone there?"
The man in black waved the flashlight, paused when passing through the narrow path, and then shone it to other places.
The green-jacketed man beside him also explained: "Don't be afraid. Although we have guns, we won't hurt you. We just used them to open the door. We also need weapons to protect ourselves and others, right?"
After waiting for a long time, there was still no response.
The two men looked at each other, took out their pistols at the same time, and carefully approached the narrow passage.
One minute later...
"No one?"
The black-clothed man's eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot. The voice just now came from here, so how could there be no one here?
"Forget it, maybe it's a wild cat. The 'goods' nearby have been basically cleared out. How could we find other survivors just by randomly looking for a factory?"
The man in the green jacket kicked a stone casually, not feeling surprised. After the war, there wasn't much else in Yemen except for a lot of wild cats and dogs, and screams could often be heard in the middle of the night.
The man in black shook his head and insisted on his opinion: "No, there must be someone."
Once might be an illusion, twice certainly not.
How could it be such a coincidence? Even though the sound just now was blurry and distorted, it was a human voice!
But looking at the empty narrow road, the man in black couldn't figure out where the people had gone. After waiting for a while, he could only leave.
Neither of them saw, or saw but did not realize, that the beam at the deepest part of the narrow passage was covered with a black cloth, and under the black cloth, a thick hemp rope was tied straight.
Bifang grabbed the man with his left hand and wrapped the hemp rope around his right hand, hanging him straight down just below the beam!
So heavy!
Veins bulged on Bifang's forehead. He almost couldn't hold on under the weight of two people. Fortunately, the man also grabbed the hemp rope and took on some of the weight.
The audience even exclaimed 666, a scene that only appears in movies actually appeared in reality!
Unbelievable!
[Awesome! Too awesome! ]
[I would like to call Fang Shen the strongest creature on earth! ]
[Young man, you have great arm strength! ]
[It would be a shame if you don't use such strong arm strength to move bricks. We need talents like you on the construction site]
[Youthful Power Big Nzi presents to anchor Big Bone *666—blows up Fang Shen’s arm strength! ]
[Tonight, I will sleep with the senior sister in black silk stockings and give her a gift to the anchor, Meatball * 66—I will give you all the money for instant noodles this month! ]
"Can you catch it?"
After confirming that the two people above him had left, Bifang asked in a low voice.
In this situation, he also realized that the man he had just stepped on was not in the same group as the two men above.
"able!"
The man nodded hurriedly.
Seeing this, Bifang slowly loosened his left hand. The man did not let him down and grabbed the hemp rope without falling.
Having removed most of the weight, Bifang felt much less pressure. He grabbed the hemp rope with both hands and pulled himself up little by little. He then grabbed the beam again and pulled himself up.
Then he quickly turned around, grabbed the hemp rope and pulled the man up.
After finishing the whole set of movements, even with Bifang's current physical condition, he was still quite exhausted. He lay on the ground gasping for breath. After he recovered, he suddenly sat up and stared at the man in front of him.
The two looked at each other.
Matthew blinked, and with the help of the faint starlight, he was surprised to see the other person's clear-cut face that was so familiar, as well as black hair, black eyes, and a tall figure.
How could he not be excited when the person he had been thinking about day and night suddenly appeared before him? Matthew wanted to say something, but in his excitement, the contracted blood vessels seemed to strangle his throat. Before he could say anything, Bifang spoke first.
"Is it you?"
Bifang’s words shocked everyone. Did God Fang know this person?
[Fuck, do you know Fang Shen? ]
[Wait, they also appeared on the battlefield, and I recognize them. Could they be some comrades who are out on a secret mission? Is it okay to broadcast it live like this? ]
[What is this called? This is called a united front]
[Are you stupid? I was born and raised in China. How can I have foreigners as my comrades? ]
[Who can tell? Maybe he is in Cao's camp but his heart is with Han. There are also proletarian fighters in foreign countries! ]
"You know me!? Have you heard my story?"
Sure enough, after hearing Bifang's words, Matthew became even more excited, his face turned red, and he almost couldn't control his voice.
As a war correspondent in the past, Matthew was somewhat famous. Even though he later became a newspaper executive, his legend is still well-known in the world.
Matthew thought Bifang might have heard his story!
“I don’t know him.”
Matthew: “…”
