But no matter what, he couldn't develop a good impression of "religion", especially after the "Gate of Truth". More than a hundred people in the room reminded him of the lunatics at the Gate of Truth, and an unknown thought suddenly jumped out of his mind - it could be the remnant of the Gate of Truth, right?

However, before he could figure it out, people had already walked out of the room in groups of three or three. They became as usual, and even joked with each other.

Dai Bingcheng looked out carefully through the long small glass window on the storage room door, waiting for people to gradually dissipate. He was a little anxious because he had to finish the next step before someone found out that he was no longer in that room.

After five minutes or more, the two people finally walked out of the room. They were two men, both of whom were slightly fat. One was bald and the other was a middle-class person.

So Dai Bingcheng slightly opened a small gap in the door of the medicine storage room.

But to his disappointment, neither of these two people noticed the abnormality here.

Dai Bingcheng had no choice but to sigh in his heart - civilians.

He had to open the crack of the door wider and gently rolled out a bottle of pills. The light yellow pills hit the plastic bottle wall, making a "rattle" sound. The sound finally attracted the attention of the two men. Zhongdian looked here and hit the person beside him with his elbow: "Hey, why is the door open?"

The bald man glanced casually and shook his arm: "What do you care about him? Go to the cafeteria quickly, it's almost time to have a meal."

Dai Bingcheng wanted to slap this unemployed guy in the face. But the middle distributor did not disappoint him - generally speaking, most people who were meticulously care for their hair were paranoid and sensitive - he frowned: "Go and have a look, so that you can avoid being scolded."

Dai Bingcheng speculated that the "Zimei" he mentioned might be a female worker in charge of this medicine storage room.

So the bald man walked with him reluctantly. The people who had left before had already walked towards the other end of the corridor. No one noticed them.

Dai Bingcheng took two deep breaths and held the steel needle on his waist in his hand and leaned against the door.

The lights were not turned on in the medicine storage room. Although the lights in the corridor were not bright, the two people always had to adapt to the sudden darkness. It took about one to two seconds to take a rod-shaped cell responsible for low-light sensing on the retina to take over the work of cone cells responsible for strong light sensing, so that they could see the indoor environment clearly.

So after opening the door, the middle distributor stopped at the door for a while. But the bald head behind him squeezed him in and muttered, "Where is the light switch?"

The middle distributor turned around and helped him explore the wall together.

At this moment, two steel needles in Dai Bingcheng's hand were quietly inserted into the necks of the two people. He was inserted into the cervical vertebra - between two and three sections below the skull.

As a result, there was no suspense. The two of them fell to the ground without saying a word. Because Dai Bingcheng caught the two people's bodies, their sound of falling to the ground would not be louder than a gentle cough.

However, a second later, the bald head woke up. He touched his neck with his hand and shouted in panic: "What's going on? There's a leakage??"

While saying... a layer of dense scales grew on his exposed surface. The scales looked so hard that tiny sparks were wiped out with the steel needle inserted on his neck.

This person has strong abilities and will not be worse than Ying Jueran. But if Ying Jueran is here, he would never let Dai Bingcheng's sneak attack be easily succeeded. Even if he succeeded, he would not ask "Is it a leakage?" but would immediately call for support against the wall and be prepared to launch a counterattack to the position where the sneak attacker might be.

Dai Bingcheng sighed in his heart again - civilians.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the needle from the neck that was distributed, and stabbed the bald man's eyes with his backhand. At the same time, he stirred hard. The bald man fell down without saying a word for a second time, without even having time to make a scream.

So Dai Bingcheng closed the door, peeled off the white coat he had distributed in the dark, and covered himself with his body. The hair he shaved during hibernation only grew a short layer, but it looked normal. What surprised him was that the hair was black - his white hair was already mottled in the past.

He waited for another five minutes, and the people in the corridor gradually dispersed.

So Dai Bingcheng went out. He lowered his head slightly and walked along the corridor to the east side. At the end was another room with a closed door, with the words "sterile area" sticking on the glass. He looked at no one on the left and right, and pressed the bag of palm-sized things in his hand tightly against the wall, and then quickly walked towards the middle hall.

Delay detonation - Because he was very disciplined by instructors when he was young. They asked to use all possible things at hand to create explosives. The time error of delay detonation cannot exceed three seconds. Naturally, he is not as good as that time, but the resources in the drug storage room are very rich. So he is confident that this time it will not be too bad.

When he walked to the central hall, he saw the elevator door in front of him from a distance. There was a card swiping slot next to the door, and a small red light was on it. If only this thing was the only thing he could brute-force, but the problem was that there might be other verification methods in the elevator, and even someone else.

The staff here performs such rituals every four days and will definitely be recognized by themselves.

so……

He stood against the wall, opened his mouth slightly to protect his eardrums.

Three seconds later, a shocking sound came. The entire floor was trembling violently, the lights on the roof flickered and the surging air waves rolled over from the west side of the corridor. Dai Bingcheng was blown forward several steps. The air was filled with heat, a burning smell, and the strange smell of medicines burning. Most drugs are good combustion aids, and the effect is particularly obvious when they are mixed together.

This explosion was much stronger than Dai Bingcheng expected - he looked at the west corridor and found that half of the corridor was burning.

The chaotic scream sounded, and some people rushed out of the room and watched the fire at a loss. Others who had the life to escape from the west corridor ran to the east corridor. People who were originally in the east corridor found that people were running towards them and ran dizzyly.

Dai Bingcheng pretended to run eastward, but after just taking a few steps, he pretended to be tripped and lay on the ground.

Another earth-shaking explosion, and the explosives he had stuck to the wall were also detonated. This time the destructive power was much less, and no one was even injured, and only a rolling smoke was burned out. However, the people running east were still at a loss, and screams filled the entire floor.

Dai Bingcheng got up from the ground and pointed out a "bright road" for them, and shouted in panic: "Go out quickly!! This place is going to collapse! We are going to be buried alive!!"

People suddenly had a backbone and took out 120,000 points of courage to rush into the central elevator. Dai Bingcheng scrambled into the crowd and stayed in the middle. When the elevator door opened, he knocked a few of them overturned three punches and two kicks, followed the first few people into the elevator. No one noticed his movements, because he was not the only one who fists and feet were facing each other.

People who advanced to the elevator planned to close the door, but more people used their hands to squeeze it into it. The elevator was overweight and quickly made a sharp alarm. As usual, the elevator could not leave. But Dai Bingcheng knew that such institutions - such institutions ten years ago - would always have some emergency measures. He looked around as usual and found the emergency door behind a person. It was a red small door the size of a palm, hidden behind the elevator handrail. He squeezed over, punched the door, and pressed the button.

So the elevator door ignored the hands blocking the door and began to slowly close. Dai Bingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but soon realized that he had overlooked something--it was not ten years ago now.

Almost at the same time, the tendency of the door to close was stopped. Because someone used his ability - his arms became thick and powerful, and he pushed the door without any effort. Not only did he hold it back, but he was also pulling it to both sides. More people realized that they had trump cards, and for a moment, the elevator door turned into a parade of demons, and some people even climbed up to the ceiling and squeezed in from above.

Dai Bingcheng immediately showed his skills - he shouted in panic: "They want us to die together!!"

Hearing this, the people in the elevator became angry immediately - in this case, these civilians interpreted well what "collective unconsciousness" - the one at the door immediately turned around and roared wildly, and smashed the one blocking the door like raindrops.

Another person rushed up at the door with fearlessness. Dai Bingcheng saw that he was not like a power-type person, so he stretched out a leg from the crowd and kicked him back decisively.

Taking advantage of this, the elevator door finally closed and rose while shouting "drip".

There were more than fifty meters above the ground, and the elevator could only be filled with more than a dozen people. Dai Bingcheng was afraid that these people would find him during this period, so he kept creating tension air and repeatedly shouted "Let's hurry up and fall," and so on. After he started, the civilians quickly took over his job, shouting and wishing he could reach his hands under the ladder room and lift it up.

So Dai Bingcheng finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief. He turned his back to the crowd and saw his face from the metal wall. He was still the same as he was ten years ago, but he was much more energetic. If this face hadn't reminded him, he really felt that he had rejuvenated.

What should I do if I go up? He hasn't thought about it yet. But he has experienced many such situations when he was young. Not to mention that it is as ordinary as eating and drinking water, but it is not much different. He counts his heartbeat and calculates the time when the elevator door opens.

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Chapter completed!