Chapter 258: Fire Scene

"All follow me, fuck it up..." Jingtiao actually started to curse.

It can actually make the always calm and calm Thorns panic so much. You can imagine how terrible the threat is in the nightclub. After all, Thorns, who don’t blink their eyelids, can’t show such a panic look so easily.

Everyone was puzzled by the thorns, and they didn't understand what was inside this nightclub.

Bramble led everyone into the alley next to it, which was completely occupied by darkness, and then ordered everyone: "Let's go down, let me lie down."

Hearing what she said, the sound of creeping on the ground sounded in the darkness. They believed in the thorns, and his orders were absolutely beneficial to them.

Boom, boom.

The moment his arm touched the ground, a big thunderbolt sounded in the sunny day, and a big flame suddenly soared into the sky in the direction of the nightclub, as if a rocket was launched from inside, forming a large mushroom cloud.

Before they could see clearly, the air shock wave generated by the mushroom cloud actually hit the front of them. The powerful force ripped their bodies hard, as if they were about to lift them up from the ground.

Fortunately, their arms firmly grasped the ground, otherwise they would have flew into the air with this gust of air and then allowed the air to tear their bodies apart.

Rumble, rumble.

Deafening explosions exploded one after another from the direction of the nightclub, and waves of air vibrations wanted to overturn their bodies, but they did not succeed.

At this moment, they had only one thought, which was to firmly fix themselves on the ground. If they were a little careless, they would turn into a smoky ashes and drift away with the wind.

The banging explosion filled their ears with noise, and no matter how they wanted to drive out the noise that made their minds cloudy, it would be useless.

I don’t know how long I had persisted in this situation, but when I finally couldn’t hear the sound of my body tearing apart, I got up from the ground one by one.

At this moment, they all turned into gray people, all over their bodies were covered with dust. Even though only a small part of the debris produced by the explosion in the nightclub fell to this place, they still completely covered them.

"Cough cough, cough cough." Yin Hui coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, cleaned his mouth, and then he dared to cover his mouth and said, "This... is this a time bomb arranged by Onmyoji?"

Bramble nodded, then looked at the nightclub that was blown into ruins, and let out a long sigh and said, "Okay, today's victory and defeat have been decided."

"Let's see? We haven't really fought yet?" Conan Doyle leaned over with a look of reluctance: "Let's go, we still have a chance now."

"Stop." Seeing Conan Doyle going to walk to the nightclub, Yin Hui called her at the order: "No, you can't go."

"Yin Hun, Master Bird and Taoist Nun are still inside, it's still time to save them now." Conan Doyle's voice was crying. What she most hoped was that Yin Hun could stand on her side to support her. How could he bear to watch his colleague who had been working with for more than ten years die like this?

"Conan Doyle, wake up. Since they have the ability to get so many people caught in the Gu and set up bombs in such a meticulous nightclub, their power is enough to blow all of us into pieces. Master Bird and Rice... Okay, you have to accept the facts." Yin Hui leaned over and shook her arm hard, as if this would wake her up from her addiction.

"Yin Hun...you...you are so disappointing to me." Conan Doyle shook Yin Hun's arm like an angry lion, then turned around and prepared to search for the figures of the two in the ruins of the nightclub.

"Listen to me, it's obvious that you're going to die." Yin Hui didn't care about Conan Doyle's resistance and grabbed her tender arm.

A hard thing raked his hand.

"Hiss." Conan Doyle took a breath of cold air and trembled all over because of the pain.

"What's wrong?" Without caring about a lot, Yin Hui gritted his teeth and thorned open his sleeves.

A piece of glass penetrated the clothes and pierced into the flesh of the arms, and blood was pouring out.

"You are injured, why didn't you say it earlier?" Yin Hui said in a reproachful tone, then pulled Conan Doyle into his arms, fixed her with his body, and prevented him from moving: "What are you still standing there? Help stop the bleeding quickly."

The scalpel Huang Helou and the others reacted from the surprise just now, and went up and used a bandage to stop bleeding, while pinching their arms and pressing the blood vessels.

The raging fire illuminated the alley, and the darkness was completely expelled.

However, there was still a place where a shadow was blocked by the broken walls. The thorns were sitting peacefully inside, like a fairy.

Seeing the few people rushing to clean up Conan Doyle's wounds, she smiled, laughing so brightly, mixed with a faint sadness.

Looking from Yin Hui and others, they could not see the sad expression of thorns.

Bramble's left hand gently lifted the sleeve of his right arm, and a shocking wound appeared in front of him. Blood slowly flowed down his slender arms, ticking and ticking, mixed with the sound of tears falling to the ground.

However, this slight sound seemed insignificant in the crackling sound of the fire, and no one noticed it.

Bramble still clearly remembers that when he fell to the ground just now, an Onmyoji was flying up from the top of the exploded nightclub, and at the same time threw out a shining thing similar to a blade, pointing directly at Yin Hui's forehead.

The speed was too fast to allow her to react. Almost subconsciously, she stretched out her arm to block it. The blade passed through her arm, finally changed the trajectory, and finally penetrated deeply into the cement wall.

The thrilling scene just now was still happening in her mind. She couldn't understand why she, who always regarded other people's lives as a must, risked her life to block others' knife?

While watching Conan Doyle lie obediently in Yin Hui's arms, she was treated with the wounds by her subordinates, while cleaning up her own wounds alone.

A drop of salty tears gently dripped into his mouth. He licked it gently, making him feel bitter.

"What's going on? What's this liquid?" Jingtie stopped his hand that bandaged the wound and wiped it gently.

"Team leader? Where is the team leader?" When Huanghelou counted the number of people, he suddenly found that thorns were not around, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm here." Jingtie hurriedly replied, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes in panic and walking out of the corner.

"Oh, I still think you went inside the ruins of the nightclub." Huanghelou felt relieved when he saw the thorns.

"By the way, where is your assistant Lao Mao? Why can't he be seen?" Jing Thi was stunned, and then he remembered that Lao Mao, who had always been inseparable from him, had mysteriously disappeared when he was dealing with several security guards.

"Is it... Lao Mao still stayed in the nightclub?" Jingthorn's eyes finally shot towards the ruins of the nightclub. Looking at the mess with blue smoke, he said coldly: "Now I order you to stay here honestly. Whoever dares to disobey the order will kill you."

"Hmph, it's such a cube of ice. My closest friend died in the ruins. Even giving a sad expression was a waste." Conan Doyle actually said angrily when he didn't know where the courage came from.

"Remember once." Jingtie shouted in a cold tone, while leaning back against the wall and panting.

He felt his back was heavy, as if he was carrying something weighing thousands of pounds on his back, and he was not so free to breathe.

"Onmyoji must have been ambushing nearby, just waiting for us to enter. They are preparing to catch turtles in the jar, so we should not be emotional." Yin Hui understood that Thorn's consideration was reasonable.

Conan Doyle has only one problem. He is very concerned about emotions and is often broken through his mind by emotions. It is also one of the concerns about him, the leader of the group.

Leaders must have the spirit of breaking the situation and not be confused by emotions, while Yin Hui has done a good job in this regard.

The others didn't speak, just searching for their respective hidden points.

Now that the enemy is in darkness, I am in light, and I must be the one who suffers losses when acting.

And based on the current situation, Master Bird, Taoist nun and Lao Mao may have lost their lives. To a certain extent, Onmyoji has won, and they can only make unnecessary sacrifices if they continue to resist.

The only thing they can do now is to hide in the dark corners and wait for dawn.

All night, they were in a sense of extreme crisis and did not dare to be negligent, for fear that the Onmyoji who came and went without a trace would come out of a corner.

They kept feeling sad and sad in their hearts. Although they had not seen the tragic death of Master Bird and the Taoist nun in the nightclub with their own eyes, this matter was almost the same.

At the last moment, Master Bird and Bird finally expressed his intentions with his actions. In fact, he was willing to die with Taoist nun.

This is enough, and there is no need to express too much verbal love. Even though there were many misunderstandings before, and even though the two of them had a lot of hatred before, at the moment when they died with her, all the misunderstandings and hatred turned into beautiful love.

This great love is tear-jerking.

The pain on her arm suffocated her again and again, but she still gritted her teeth and till she could hardly get through it. A layer of sweat from her forehead flowed into her eyes, which was extremely sour, but she blinked her eyelids hard, but she still couldn't let the tears fall.

Conan Doyle's overworked body collapsed a little, and he fell in Yin Hun's warm arms to rest with peace of mind.

The special forces soldier's burly body was in front, staring at the front with a bright look. If an enemy force him to come up, he would be the first to block it.

The sniper hid in a dark corner and was ready to feed the enemy bullets at any time.

The three people of Huang Helou, the scalpel and the blasting hand, were leaning back to back and meditating together, looking around vigilantly. The moment the Onmyoji discovered them, he would remind everyone.

After a night of fear, Yin Hui let out a long sigh of relief, gently woke Conan Doyle who was lying in his arms, and changed his position.

In order not to wake Conan Doyle, he persisted in one position all night, which made his whole body numb.

After a little movement, I finally felt a little bit of strength all over my body.

In the east, the white fish belly gradually emerged. The sun was still rising for a while, but they still dared not take any action. The opponent could not leave so easily.

After about an hour, the fire in the nightclub finally attracted the fire brigade. The sirens sounded, and the few people were completely relieved.

Even if the other party is strong, it is impossible to be exposed to so many people openly. Otherwise, the spitting stars of the onlookers could drown them.

"Let's go." Bramble spoke, then walked out of the shadow.

The cold temperatures all night made her skin feel a little purple. She covered her shoulders with her hands and looked at the busy fire truck, and the slightest feeling of fatigue appeared on her face.

"Let's go." Yin Hui looked at Conan Doyle who was still squatting on the ground and gently helped him up.

Following the thorns, everyone walked towards the fire truck. After the doctor who was with the car learned about the identities of the people, he seemed to be as busy as seeing his own father to clean up his wounds.

Through the window of the ambulance, you can barely see the flames three feet out of the air and the water columns that are on the way up. Water and fire are incompatible. The high-temperature fire encounters a slight explosion caused by the cold water. The rolling smoke from the air also turns into a huge monster, spreading its teeth and claws in the air, wrapping the ambulance.

Lying on the stretcher, Yin Hui felt the fatigue coming out of her body, her consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally she fell asleep in a drowsy way.

On the ruins of the nightclub, dozens of firefighters were holding water guns to put out the fire. As the fire became smaller and smaller, the captain gave the order, and the lifeguard rushed forward and began to rescue him.

Although they knew in their hearts that the possibility of surviving such a huge fire was almost zero, they still searched in a good manner and showed it to the people around them.

A young lifeguard was wearing fresh lifeguard clothes and was scattered in the ruins. What he feared most was that a corpse would suddenly appear under his hands.

I lived in peace since I was a child, and I never saw a corpse. When I was working, I just wanted to gang up in the team. I didn’t expect that the first time I participated in the mission was to contact the corpse directly.

Washe, Washe, he held back the food he wanted to rush out from his throat again and again, and half-closed his eyes to open the black ruins one by one.

A white thing appeared in front of him, very conspicuous in the black ruins. I didn't know what material it was made of, so I reached out to pick up the thing and observed it carefully.

Maybe someone left behind gold or valuables at that time?

But unexpectedly, the thing was very strong and firmly fixed to the ground. He could not pull him out of it even if he could pull it hard.

"It's strange, what's this thing?" He slowly reached out to his hand, forgot his fear, took a deep breath, and pulled it hard while holding his breasts.
To be continued...