Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 807: Open the door with command (2)

The man's face gradually turned deep red, and embossed veins ran through his forehead like earthworms, extending all the way to the center of his eyebrows.

He was squeezed between the suspension cabin and the iron door. Under the accelerator that Woyu never relaxed, even his breathing became a faint thread; but his reaction was not slow, and he finally struggled half way before being hit. Twisted around. Although one of his hands was pinned beneath him and unable to move, his other hand was placed on the suspension cabin.

The cabin head was like a piece of ice cream under the sun, gradually melting under his palm, and pieces of raw materials fell in clusters. The cabin head looked shorter and shorter. The originally silent suspension cabin made a clicking sound again amid bouts of violent shaking, as if the engine was beginning to be affected.

In just half a second, Woyu felt cold sweat pricking his eyes, but what blurred his vision was nervousness and panic - in his original plan, he should have bumped into this man's back. Back; in that case, the other party will be hit straight at the door by his sudden attack, along with that hand.

But instead of landing on the iron door, that hand was eating away at his suspension cabin piece by piece.

Woyu didn't dare to retreat, but he also didn't dare to remain in this stalemate; the suspension cabin was shaking more and more violently, and it seemed that it would fall from mid-air at any time. The blood-red face on the opposite side looked as if it was going to explode. He smiled twistedly at him, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "What will you do if it's gone...?"

At that time, he was seriously injured and had no choice but to die.

It wasn't until Woyu heard himself roaring that he suddenly realized what he was doing - fear and anger drove him to suddenly lean out and reach for the console.

On the console that was chopped in half, the black lever was tilted to one side. The wire connecting it was cut, and sparks were flickering. Woyu didn't dare to relax the accelerator. Amidst the increasingly frightening sounds of the suspension cabin, he pressed the man against the iron door; he stretched his body, stretched out his hand from afar, and put his fingertips on the iron door. The lever was crossed several times.

When the suspension cabin suddenly fell, Woyu finally held it - he thought he was going to fall, but he didn't expect that after the suspension cabin slipped, he managed to maintain his balance. There was no time to be happy, so he immediately pulled hard and pulled the lever out of the console.

Please, Woyu thought, if there is a God, let this suspension cabin last a little longer.

When the thought echoed in his mind, the black lever in his hand stabbed the man's face hard.

That moment seemed to be stretched into dozens of minutes. He clearly saw the man's eyes that suddenly widened; he also saw how the straight nose tilted when the lever hit the bridge of his nose. On one side. Immediately, the man's eyes were closed tightly, and his entire face was shrunk by the force of the impact. Blood and teeth flew out from under the pole, accompanied by a long cry of pain that seemed to have no end.

Almost subconsciously, the man whose face was covered in blood raised his hand, trying to block the pole that hit his face again and again. At this moment, Woyu suddenly felt no pain in his body, and there was only the vigorous sound of his own blood beating in his ears. His reaction had never been so quick, and he suddenly retracted his hand, and then raised the pole upwards, against the The heel of his palm pressed the gloved hand against the iron door with a "thud".

The gloves immediately picked up the color from the door and quickly turned into an iron gray color.

...It wasn't until this moment that Woyu truly felt how strong this man was.

He had exhausted all his strength and put all his weight on the pole. However, the hand still gradually left the door little by little and slowly raised it.

"Do you think I'm so squeezed into your suspension cabin that I can't move?" The man laughed breathlessly, but there was no smile at all. "I think... this is a rare opportunity to destroy this suspension cabin."

Woyu felt tears well up in his eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek, not daring to say a word. He could only desperately press that hand back on the door. After just half a second of contact, a man-sized man suddenly appeared on the iron door. hole; the cold air from the other end suddenly turned into a gentle breeze and blew in.

It took him nearly two seconds to realize that this was an impossible task.

He threw the lever suddenly and controlled the suspension cabin to retreat rapidly; when the man left the iron door in a few steps, the engine of the suspension cabin clicked and white smoke came out from all the gaps, as if He's going to die soon. In fact, it was already a surprise to him that it was still able to float without a third of its body.

It's going to be turned into scrap metal soon. Before that, let it play its last role.

Woyu turned the cabin and flew away in the other direction. The man behind him roared, and heavy footsteps followed closely.

Please, support for one more minute, just one minute will do!

He prayed in his heart, suddenly pulled up the cabin head, and turned back close to the man's head. Amidst the curses behind him, Woyu wiped his eyes, stepped on the accelerator, and flew straight towards the hole as big as a human head in the iron gate.

When the color of the iron gate suddenly filled his field of vision, the only thing he could do was to curl up in the driver's seat.

The impact was more severe than he imagined.

The skull, blood, internal organs, thoughts... seemed to have been smashed into a ball in an instant. In the swirling darkness, he clung to his seat tightly, not knowing which side was up or down, or whether he was about to die. Broken pieces of iron flew out and hit the cabin and body piece by piece; the suspension cabin trembled as if it was about to break into pieces, drowning all his senses.

When he finally realized that he had broken through the landing port gate, the suspension capsule was no longer levitating. He rushed into an empty hall with his cabin, and fell to the ground together. Woyu raised his eyes and looked around, gritted his teeth, struggled out of the driver's seat, and limped towards the other end of the hall - the other end was not a wall, but a huge circular passage door.

He stopped tremblingly by the passage door and touched the console tremblingly. This console was more complicated to set up, but fortunately it had corresponding labels and instructions; he glanced at it briefly, hurriedly pulled a lever and clicked the button a few times, but he was not sure what he was doing. By the way no.

Wuyu had done everything he could, and the circular passage door still stood quietly; only the sound of strong wind hitting the ship faintly reached his ears through the metal. With just one glance, he knew that this door was different from the iron door just now: it was so wide and thick that even a rocket launcher might not be able to make a hole in it.

He let out a long sigh and slid along the console to the ground. He felt that his whole body was soft and broken, as if he had been run over by a train.

From the ruins of the iron gate behind me, heavy footsteps sounded one after another.

"So, what you said is true?" The man with a **** face and a broken nose stepped into the hall, glanced at the closed circular passage door, and exhaled. Shi Shi suddenly laughed: "The woman who bought my house is following Exodus now? Are you trying your best to enter the landing port just to let her in?"

Woyu didn't even have the strength to raise his eyelids.

He watched the pair of black boots on the ground getting closer and closer until they stopped in front of him.

The man did not rush to deal with him, but admired the tightly closed circular passage door for a while.

"If you can't open this door, your efforts will be in vain." He said softly, with a moist feeling of blood in his throat. "Once you die, she will have no hope of catching up... I have used the emergency recovery code to reset a route for Exodus."

Wuyu has no interest in knowing what route it is. He was about to die here, and he would leave it to Lin Sanjiu to worry about. He did try to steal her once ~IndoMTL.com~ but he felt like he had just paid the debt.

He felt his hair being grabbed by the man and pulling him up from the ground.

Obviously, in the eyes of that man, he was completely dead. The other party frowned, shook his right hand, and murmured to himself: "With so much damage, it seems that the price will have to be doubled the next time the house is sold..."

His gloves emerged again, this time capturing the texture of the circular passage door, forming a thick and heavy layer on his hands.

"Goodbye," the man whispered: "Have a happy death."

When the glove was about to touch Woyu's face, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded, making people unable to tell where it came from. When the two of them were excited at the same time, the whistling sound also rushed to their ears from far to near; then, the ground under their feet suddenly shook heavily, and the roar of the engine filled their ears.

"Where is it?" The man's expression changed and he glanced around, "Where did the sound come from?"

A pale smile slowly appeared on Woyu's downcast face.

The next moment, the circular passage door opened, revealing a straight tunnel behind it, so long that it could not be seen at the end. A black aircraft slowly slid into the hall from a distant track. Two "scythes" more than ten meters high did not shed a trace of luster in the hall lights, as if they had absorbed all the light.

The man pulled up Woyu and pinched his throat.

"I advise you to let go. The person who threatens me," a tall figure jumped off the black aircraft, his steps light and powerful. There was no warmth in those amber eyes: "It usually doesn't end well."

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