Chapter 32 Tenacious Peers!

Lothar 11's voice trembled slightly.

Not installed.

Although he told himself before he opened his mouth to try his best to disguise hesitation, worry, fear and other emotions, but after speaking out, Lothar 11 found that it was completely unnecessary.

He was really scared.

Facing such a layered layout and interlocking 'behind-the-scenes planners', Lothar 11 instinctively felt that he was facing his father and elder brother, and the fear engraved in his bones surfaced in an instant. mind.

Why is he willing to come to the F area?

Come to this place where the 'Lothar family' is the weakest?

Came here to be a titular 'game' person in charge?

Not just afraid.

From a young age, Lothar 11 received the "elite education" of the "Lothar family": survival of the fittest.

And after seeing that his fifteen-year-old eldest brother calculated two of the hundred great clans without changing his face, and threw all their clansmen and members, a total of four thousand people into the steel furnace, Lothar 11 Determined to be a waste wood, salted fish.

What's wrong with being raised as a pig by the family?

I can still pass on the lineage!

Lothar 11 is very proud of being a healthy male.

And, he has been adhering to this concept by himself.

only……

Why are there so many people in this world who are similar to fathers and elder brothers?

Are 'brutal winners' all the same?

Unconsciously, such an idea emerged in Lothar 11's heart.

"Young Master Lothar 11, are you afraid?"

The electronic synthesis sound rang in my ears.

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted from the emotionless electronic synth.

The laughter was full of sarcasm.

as well as……

happy!

Why is the other party calling?

Lothar Eleven knew that.

Therefore, in the face of such laughter, Lothar 11 did not have any anger.

What the other party wants is for him to move from hope to despair.

Any of his anger will only make the other party happier.

Therefore, he has to calmly achieve his goal: delaying time.

Delaying time for Rosslow and Pells.

"You, who are you?"

asked Lothar Eleven.

Even though he told himself to calm down, the trembling voice explained Lothar Eleven's nervousness.

Faced with such a 'behind the scenes planner', what's wrong with being a little nervous?

As a waste wood, salted fish, you have done a good job.

Lothar Eleven consoled himself.

However, the louder laughter from the opposite side still made Lothar 11 uncomfortable.

nothing!

I'm just procrastinating!

Have a little more time to laugh!

Lothar Eleven began to make excuses for herself.

As usual.

Living in the shadow of his father and eldest brother, if he could not learn to "comfort" himself, he would have died of gloom long ago.

But just when Lothar 11 was expecting the other party to laugh a little longer, the electronically synthesized laughter stopped abruptly.

"Young Master Lothar Eleven, do you think your little trick is useful?"

The other party's words made Lothar Eleven's heart tighten.

Found out?

Has the other party found Rosslow and Perce?

Sweat immediately overflowed from his forehead.

Roslow and Perls who were found must be dead.

And next, it should be him and the others.

Immediately, Lothar 11's face turned pale, and his lips began to tremble.

Even the jaws kept hitting.

laughter!

Another burst of laughter!

The sound of Lothar 11 inspired such laughter.

Obviously, the other party deduced the appearance of Lothar 11 from the sound.

"Your family guard can't save you!"

"No one can save you!"

"Your end is only death!"

said electronically.

Lothar Eleven felt relieved.

It was not that Roslow and Perce were discovered, but the 'family guard' originally planned by the other party.

Almost subconsciously, when Lothar 11 was relieved in his heart, he was about to let out a sigh of relief.

He is so nervous!

As a piece of waste wood and a salted fish, he has never experienced such a battle.

However, in the moment of relief, Lothar 11 knew that it was not good.

As long as the other party hears it, he will definitely notice his abnormality.

therefore--

"Why?! Cough, why?!"

"Why do this?"

"I didn't offend you!"

"Why are you killing me?"

Forcibly turning that tone into a roar, immediately caused Lothar 11 to cough, but he didn't care about it at all, and questioned the other party with a hoarse attitude.

When the last word was shouted, Lothar Eleven gasped.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The voice clearly reached the ears of the 'behind-the-scenes planner' through radio waves.

The other party smiled again.

No longer laughing out loud.

But a chuckle.

A chuckle full of joy and contempt.

"You ask me why?"

"Then why don't you ask what you did?"

The other party asked back.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I have never participated in the family's decision-making, and I have never hurt anyone."

Lothar Eleven questioned again.

When he said these words, there was no guilty conscience.

Because what he said was the truth.

Obviously, the 'behind-the-scenes planner' also knew this.

The other party was rarely silent.

This process takes about two or three seconds.

After that, the other party spoke again.

"Who made you 'Lothar'?"

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone directly.

There is no more entanglement.

The opponent's goal was achieved.

The other party felt the despair of Lothar 11.

Next?

Naturally, it's a "little surprise" to welcome the first stage.

Lothar 11 naturally knew all this.

The moment the other party hung up the phone, the eleventh in line to the Lothar family fell to his knees and began to pray.

He was praying for the success of Roslow and Perls.

Must be successful!

As long as it is successful, I will not eat meat for a year, I will not eat fish for a year, I will not eat sweets for a year...

Lothar Eleven began to make a wish.

And the 'behind-the-scenes planner' somewhere took out a remote control and pressed it slowly.

boom!

bang!

Pers kicked the door in front of him with force, and the overwhelmed wooden door slammed directly into the wall of the inner room, and bounced back again. Rosslow supported the wooden door.

"I think we should be quieter."

Luo Luo, who is a doctor, said very politely.

"If I can, I also want to be euphemistic?"

"But we're in a hurry."

Pers rushed into the room as he spoke.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the vent above his head.

The first step is successful!

The next step is to enter the place where the bomb is placed through the exhaust channel!

bomb!

Thinking of the words that Lothar 11 told him just now, Pers was in a bad mood.

He always felt that his life in the previous 20 years was far less exciting than today.

Or……

horrible!

He was so frightened that his legs were shaking now.

Had to cover up with some behavior.

For example: just kicked the door.

"Hands up."

Pers, who was much calmer, began to move the chair in the room, and then stepped on the chair and began to dismantle the window of the vent.

On leaving, he brought a toolbox from his apartment.

At this time, the toolbox is in Rothrow's hands.

"Give you."

Rosslow handed the Phillips screwdriver up.

Then, watching Pells twist the screw, Rosslow couldn't help but ask, "What kind of job is a 'contact'."

Undoubtedly, it is obvious that there is nothing to say.

Simply put, Roslow was also a little nervous.

"Long vacations, good pay, and a bit of a risk, and not being able to keep cats, a job I like very much."

Pers said truthfully.

When it comes to not having cats, Pells accentuates his voice.

"Do you like cats?"

Ross Luo asked in surprise.

"like."

"My original dream was to have a small apartment of my own, and then have both cats and dogs."

"And now it's a quarter of the way through."

Pers said with certainty.

"A quarter?"

Rosslow didn't quite understand what Pells meant.

Even if there is a cat or a dog, isn't it a half?

"I have a cat litter."

Perce replied.

Have a cat litter?

Cats and dogs, cat kennels and kennels?

Rosso was stunned.

Then, inexplicably wanted to laugh.

However, Roslow, who was a doctor, did not say it.

Instead, he sincerely thanked him.

"thanks."

Rosslow said.

Perls: ?

"I know you saw my nervousness, that's why you told me a bad joke. Although you do have a cat litter, that's what you kept cats from before, right?"

"No pets are allowed in the 'Game Building', so you left the cat with your relatives or friends."

"Your relatives and friends should also like cats very much, so they have a full set of cat-raising things."

"So, you left this cathouse behind, didn't you?"

Rossello raised his head, looked at Peres who was twisting the screwdriver, and said confidently.

Your reading comprehension is really good!

You're a real underachiever as a doctor.

Why don't you write it?

Perce looked down at Rosslow, but said nothing.

"Am i right?"

Rosslow asked a question.

"Yes, that's what I thought."

With a nod, Pells removed the vent window and handed it to Rosslow, then grabbed the corner of the vent with both arms and pushed it hard to get in.

Then, it was Roslow's turn.

Roslow followed Peres' example, jumped slightly, grabbed the corner of the vent with both hands, and then pushed hard, and then... did not support it.

After trying several times in a row, Pells, who got into the ventilation channel, finally found that something was wrong.

He stuck his head out and looked at Luo Luo who was flushed but still couldn't hold on.

"I'll pull you."

Rosslow said and stretched out his hand.

"thanks."

Perce held out his hand.

Then……

Ross Luo exerted force, but did not pull.

No matter how hard I tried, it still didn't pull.

"Sorry, I've been eating well and gained weight lately."

Rosslow explained embarrassedly.

"Back off, I'll go down and push you."

Pells said.

"it is good."

Rosslow nodded.

Then, Pers picked up Rosslow's legs, put them on his shoulders, lifted them up, and shoved them into the ventilation channel abruptly.

After confirming that Rosslo had entered completely, Rosslo put his hands up again and entered the ventilation passage.

But, right away, Pells regretted it.

puff!

In the loud and long voice, a strong stench filled Pers's face.

Pers, who had just drilled into the ventilation channel, instantly felt dizzy.

The 'contact' jumped down faster than before.

"Bastard, what did you eat!"

Perls roared.

"Sorry, I ate leeks and eggs for lunch."

"I usually have a good stomach."

"Today my stomach caught a cold because of that stinky river."

Ross Luo's voice full of apology came.

Pells pouted, full of despair.

Yes, it is despair.

Not only because the smell in the ventilation channel is not dissipated.

Also because of the smell that may come next.

More importantly, he still had to go in.

As for having Roslow at the back, he's at the front?

He had already tried it just now, and in the narrow environment in the ventilation passage, he couldn't use it at all, and with his arm strength alone, he couldn't pull Roslow at all.

So, he can only be behind.

So……

What will happen to him?

The despair on Pells' face became more and more obvious.

At this time, he even raised a thought of death.

But in the end, he still crawled into the ventilation tunnel.

In the following time, Rosslow was in the front and Pells was behind, bit by bit, heading towards the destination.

Of course.

Among them, there was a rather long sound.

When the goal was reached, Perls nearly suffocated.

"Sorry, sorry."

Rosslow looked apologetically at the oxygen-deprived Peres.

Perce shook his head, but didn't speak.

Because the tip of his nose still smelled of chives, he was afraid to take a bite...

Is this 'you want to fart'?

So desperate!

Pells had to use distraction to keep such despair out of the way.

Thankfully, the bomb in the corner of the room gave him absolute attention.

"Why does Master Lothar Eleven know that the bomb is here?"

Ross Luo couldn't help asking.

"Because this is the room where the load-bearing wall is located, there is no better way to destroy the 'Game Building' than to place a bomb here."

Pells replied.

Then, without waiting for Rosslow to ask any more questions, Pers urged.

"Toolbox."

Roslow didn't talk nonsense and handed over the toolbox.

Pells deftly began to defuse the bomb.

As a qualified 'contactee', Pells will defuse bombs. This is a course that 'contactees' must learn, the same as shooting and driving.

However, when the shell of the bomb was removed, Pers' hand shook involuntarily.

two lines.

a red wire.

A blue wire.

That's how it appeared in front of Pells.

This is completely different from what Peres imagined.

Shouldn't it just be a thread cut?

Why are there two?

Rosslow was quick to see what was wrong with Pells.

"What's wrong?"

Rosslow asked.

"Something went wrong."

"Blue line, red line."

"Cut the bomb right and stop it, cut the wrong bomb and it will explode."

"Fifty percent chance."

Pers said with a serious face.

"How about we contact Master Lothar Eleven?"

Ross Roman said.

"There's no time."

"One after another, this place has already exploded."

"We didn't bring a walkie-talkie to avoid being monitored."

Perce shook his head.

"Then what do we do?"

Rosso panicked.

"Gamble!"

As Pers said, he stretched out his pliers and aimed at the red wire.

However, the pliers kept trembling and couldn't be aimed at the target at all.

Clearly, Pells was nervous again.

After several attempts, Perce wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and handed Roslow the pliers.

"You're a doctor, your hands are steady, you can do it."

Pells said.

"I can do surgery, but I can't defuse bombs!"

Rosslo took the pliers and stammered.

"The truth is the same."

"Just align it with a cut."

"Remember, a doctor who can't defuse bombs is not a good doctor."

Pers patted Roslow on the shoulder hard and backed away.

Rosslow opened his mouth, and finally, in the "encouraging gaze" of Perls, handed out the pliers.

As Pells said, Roslow, a doctor, has a steady hand.

Not the slightest tremor.

The pliers are getting closer to the red line little by little.

Just when the pliers touched the red wire and were about to open——

"and many more!"

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