"Someone inside threw a needle onto the trash can? But why throw a needle onto a trash can?"
"Maybe they wanted to use the ricochet to hit us with the needle?"
Someone holding a shield ran over. They saw that the needle, after bouncing off the trash can, was indeed heading in their direction.
Their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly pulled the trash can away.
"How does this woman’s brain even work? She actually thought of such a method?"
"Good thing we discovered it early."
"Hurry and throw the trash can out! Check the corridor, and throw away all metallic objects."
"Alright, Brother Wang!"
Little Squirrel curled up inside a trash bag, thinking that once they started checking, it would dart out and run away. Unexpectedly, they didn’t check at all and threw it out, trash bag and all, along with the trash can.
Little Squirrel: ...Did I just get through that easily?
The lights in the corridor suddenly went out.
Immediately after, the five people guarding the door heard a whimpering, sobbing sound.
"I died so miserably~~"
One of the more timid men shivered immediately. "Did you hear that? Is there a ghost?"
Wang San slapped him sharply.
"Ghost, my ass! It’s definitely those people inside causing trouble. You, and you two, go check. Take your shields."
"Ah... ooh... give me back my life..."
The piercing, wailing cries made their scalps tingle.
The two men pushed forward to investigate flinched, then desperately tried to convince themselves:
There are no ghosts in this world! No ghosts!! No ghosts!!!
The two exchanged a glance and together moved towards the room where An Yan and the others were being held.
An Yan closed her eyes, listening intently to their footsteps. When the footsteps reached the door, she had an Acupuncture Needle ready in hand.
The easiest acupoints to hit are all non-lethal, she considered. Besides, there are two of them. And most importantly, they’re both holding shields.
An Yan took a deep breath, refocused her energy, and waited behind the door like a leopard poised to strike its prey.
Only when the footsteps stopped right outside the door did she seize the opportunity, sending a needle flying.
It landed perfectly, embedding itself in the scalp of the guard’s forehead.
The guard suddenly felt his eyelids grow heavy. In the next second, he fell to the ground with a THUMP.
His companion instinctively turned to help him.
However, he didn’t anticipate that as he turned, his shield would also shift its angle, exposing him.
An Yan seized the chance and sent another needle flying.
The second man fell too.
The remaining three were stunned.
"Don’t move! Don’t go near there! This woman is too formidable!"
"Why didn’t we search her before locking her up?"
The two subordinates didn’t dare to speak.
Why wasn’t she searched? How would we know? Aren’t these decisions made by the higher-ups? they thought.
Just as Wang San was fuming, another needle flew over, striking him directly.
With a scream, two underlings rushed to support him.
"What’s wrong, Brother Wang?"
"The needle! The needle!"
Wang San trembled, pointing to the needle lodged right between his legs. "Get it out! Quick!"
One of the underlings wrapped his hand in cloth and pulled out the needle.
"It’s not an Acupuncture Needle. It’s... a syringe needle."
"My god, how did she hit me from so far away?"
Wang San shouted angrily, "Enough talk! Retreat! To the fire door!"
Wang San was furious. That woman had actually stabbed his prized possession! He didn’t know if there was anything nasty on the needle—now his ’jewel’ felt completely numb!
The two quickly dragged him towards the fire door.
Just as they reached it, the door suddenly burst open with great force, slamming into them!
Then, a figure rushed out and, with a few swift moves, took down all three of them.
The commotion outside brought a sliver of joy to An Yan and the others. If someone is fighting the bad guys, it must be one of ours! they thought.
"Who could it be?" Mu Enyu asked curiously.
An Yan looked through the peephole and said, "It’s one of the children’s parents."
An Yan remembered this man. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, powerfully built, with slicked-back hair, wearing a leather jacket. He looked like a gangster!
A moment later, Zhao Meng’s voice came from outside the door, "Professor An, are you all safe?"
Hearing the response, Zhao Meng knew he had been recognized. He then used his key to open the door.
"Hurry! They all have walkie-talkies. The others will realize what’s happening soon!"
An Yan nodded at him. "Thank you!"
"You’re welcome. My name is Zhao Meng. I’ll still need to trouble Professor An regarding my daughter’s illness."
After saying that, he turned and quickly retreated the way he came.
A loud explosion came from below.
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The Masked Man abruptly stood up. "What happened?"
A subordinate quickly reported, "Reporting to Master, the oxygen tanks stored in the basement exploded."
The Masked Man gave a cold laugh. "Tell the staff to come out and maintain order. All patients must return to their rooms! Anyone who dares to run will be killed without mercy—"
Another explosion sounded.
The Masked Man finally realized that things were no longer under his control.
"Go see if An Yan and the others are still there! Forget the patients for now! Everyone, block the exits and find An Yan!"
A subordinate dashed out to convey the orders.
The Masked Man thought for a moment, then said to another subordinate, "Bring test subjects 147 and 148."
"Master, the building is going to collapse! We should..."
Forget a few exploding oxygen tanks; even if all the oxygen tanks in the hospital blew up, this building wouldn’t collapse, the Masked Man thought.
The Masked Man looked up coldly into the night sky.
The moon was bright, the stars sparse.
He thought he could faintly hear the roar of an airplane.
Li Tianyao is almost here, he mused. Good! Excellent!
"Forget An Yan! Proceed as planned!"
The Masked Man chuckled with satisfaction. He stood up, entered the elevator, and quickly fled through the underground passage.
After An Yan and the others escaped, the first explosion sounded.
Immediately after, the inpatient building began to shake.
Zhao Meng scooped up his daughter in one arm and a fellow patient’s granddaughter from the same ward in the other.
He was the first to charge out of the ward.
His wife followed closely, shouting loudly, "Earthquake! Run! Everyone get out!"
Led by the couple, the entire hospital floor erupted into chaos.
Countless patients and their families ran for their lives.
An Yan listened to the commotion behind her, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
The earthquake was Little Squirrel’s doing, An Yan knew. Its purpose was to get everyone in this building to leave. If I can’t stop Li Tianyao from coming, then at least the innocent can escape.
Almost at the same time, fully armed staff members rushed into the basement, going against the flow of people.
Of course, they were destined to catch nothing.
An Yan and her group had already broken out of the encirclement. Only then did they realize they didn’t have a car.