Chapter 889 "Scale Man" (Ten)

The seats in the screening room are fixed, but the high-speed movement of the camera gives the audience the illusion of watching a 5D short film in a large amusement facility. Their eyes cannot leave the screen at all. Their expressions are either focused or slightly dull, and they have forgotten to move their facial muscles.

The double attack from inside and outside, the scale people's escape by Pan Qing's stroke of genius, Yan Bing's handsome face is distorted by anger. I don't know what he did specifically, but layers of data blocks emerge from in front of him and smoothly piece together into the shape of a mecha.

The mecha with ivory white as the main color is elegant and majestic. If the driver's actions were not too cruel, it would be difficult for the audience, especially the male audience, not to have the desire to buy peripherals for the appearance of this mecha.

"Start the defense! Protect the equipment!"

Yan Bing gave two orders, and the two wings behind the mecha spread out, and disappeared with a sound of breaking through the air.

The background music suddenly became exciting, and many red dots gathered together and kept moving suddenly appeared on the screen in the scientific research hall. They were the scale people who were staggering out.

Discovered!

Everyone immediately raised their guard.

"Over there!"

The scene changed quickly, Pan Qing was running in the front, holding a "small calculator" in her left hand, and typing on the keyboard with her right hand. Several light screens appeared in front of her, and she was giving instructions in an orderly manner. Her small body was now tall and powerful.

"Turn right at the first intersection and keep running!"

Pan Qing's voice was clear, and the panicked scale people did not doubt her and all ran in the direction she pointed.

What made people feel sad was that even at such a tense moment, the scale people all supported their companions who were weak or inconvenient to move, and everyone fled together, and no trampling occurred during the process.

Pan Qing stood at the edge of the corridor, like a traffic policeman constantly guiding the scale people behind, and when the last few people stumbled into the passage, she quickly took a few steps, rushed up the wall, knocked open the ventilation window, got into the ventilation duct, and desperately moved her limbs to crawl forward.

Faster, faster...!

Sweat dripped down, and Pan Qing's intact arm was rubbed with blood. Dust and blood mixed into a dirty mass, while the right arm covered with scales was unusually tough and easy to use, and seemed to have more strength.

After she found this, she used this arm as a fulcrum and moved rapidly sideways. The dim light and the pupils flashing with a stern light made people's hearts tremble heavily and moved.

Boom!

The screen switched again without leaving any reaction time. Rui and the other two rushed forward with flames, and the sparks as signals exploded everywhere on the ceiling of the medical base.

"Wait, it's our fellow tribesmen!"

Shu Zhen, who was leading the scale support team to rush, had a fixed look in his eyes, "Amber, save people!"

Amber was the man in the hoodie. He immediately responded and turned with the combat-capable scales without saying a word to welcome the first batch of compatriots who escaped.

The dense group of scales was thus divided into two groups, and the audience was amazed at their strong mobility. The petite Shu Zhen ran in the front, taking out flasks and other things and throwing them forward fiercely while running. He was strong and accurate, just like a human mobile turret.

Wherever the "cannonball" went, thick smoke rose up, effectively confusing the sight of the pursuing guards and buying time for the fleeing scale people.

The picture from the low angle to the side wide panorama and then to the close-up and close-up was smooth and tense, just like the hand of God quickly plucked the heartstrings of the viewer.

Bang! Boom!

Pan Qing, who was in a mess, broke through the small window of the fence and jumped down from the ventilation duct.

This place was all white, with bright windows and clean tables. It was the location of the backup central operating console.

Pan Qing did not think of escaping immediately, but chose this route at an emergency moment. Cong Ning'an and others gasped at her overall view and courage, and were shocked by the energy burst out by this little girl.

She rushed straight to the digital code disk next to the gate without hesitation. The code disk was fixed on the wall, only the size of a palm. Pan Qing snapped the small calculator on it, fixed it with one hand and flicked the five fingers of the other hand rapidly. A large number of bright red numbers densely poured out from right to left in the narrow display frame.

She was trying the code!

There was no decryption hint, so she could only use the crudest and simplest enumeration method to keep hitting the answer. A lot of sweat flowed down Pan Qing's forehead, her heart beat violently, her breathing was rapid, and her right hand danced on the small keyboard.

The scene turned, and Pan Hong was suspended in the air in shock, looking down at the huge number of fleeing scales not far away.

"Hey, what's going on!"

He was the one who had the least information at the moment, and was confused by everything in front of him, staring left and right in the air.

"Pan-Qing--"

The angry voice resounded through the mecha's speakers and the broadcast in the base.

Pan Hong looked up in surprise.

This is... Mr. Yan Bing's voice?

How is it possible? !

He did not hesitate, nor did he try to stop the fleeing scale people, and drove the mecha straight to the source of the sound.

The scene on the giant screen quickly flashed back, showing Pan Hong outside the base and Yan Bing inside the base. The next second, the camera cut back to Pan Qing who was trying his best to hit the password, and Lin Rou in the audience was so angry that her heart almost jumped out.

Da Da Da Da - Di Di Di!

The gate suddenly opened to both sides, and Pan Qing was refreshed and rushed in.

Boom!

There was a loud noise that caught him off guard!

Smoke and dust rose up, the screen was blurry and clear, and Pan Qing had been grabbed by the neck by the Yan Bing covered in mecha and lifted into the air.

"Really, it's disgusting."

Yan Bing's electronic voice sounded, "You two brothers and sisters——"

"Uh...cough..."

Panqing's face turned purple and he kicked his legs in pain, but it was of no avail due to the huge size difference.

"He actually ruined my good deeds——"

Yan Bing's fingers pinched Panqing's neck harder and harder. Under the irresistible pressure, Panqing couldn't even cry out in pain, and could only make a "click, click" sound from his throat.

Amid the violent suffocation, Panqing's pupils began to dilate, but at such a critical moment, she still retained the last trace of unyielding light in her eyes.

Snapped!

It was the small computer. It was thrown out by Pan Qing's right arm and hit the fire alarm button next to the console not far away.

A piercing alarm sounded instantly, and the fire extinguishing device in the center of the ceiling was activated immediately, spraying out a large amount of water vapor and filling the room with smoke.

"you……"

Before Yan Bing could finish speaking, Pan Qing suddenly bent his legs and stood up, hugged the mechanical arm around his neck with both hands, pressed it down with all his strength, and violently shook it off!

Poof!

She fell to the ground, not caring to pick up her dropped glasses, and rolled and crawled to escape. But how could Yan Bing's mecha be easily blocked by water mist?

"Little bastard—!"

He became even more furious and rushed over in a few steps, blowing the pan away with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan.

boom!

Panqing's back cracked the wall, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from his mouth, and his whole body slid down slowly like a rag doll.

Yan Bing was still angry and walked toward her with a slowed pace and a very oppressive pace. The huge mecha blocked most of the bright white light, casting a terrifying shadow on Panqing's painfully twitching face.

"Go to hell——"

Yan Bing's mechanical arm had already reached out of the gun barrel, and Pan Qing's eyes trembled, filled with fear and despair.

boom!

At the critical moment, an explosion came from above the two people's heads!

The dark heavy motorcycle shattered the ceiling with raging fire. Rui fell from the sky, picked up the plate, and protected it behind layers of fire walls.