The empty operating room was quiet except for the faint sound of breathing.
Fan vigilantly examined the unfamiliar environment around him.
His body was covered with bandages, and his right hand was locked in a sealed alloy jar.
He moved his carefully bandaged left arm with difficulty.
The left arm that was supposed to be necrotic had obviously been treated accordingly.
The pain caused by moving the wound proved that the nervous system was still functioning.
Although Fan didn't know how he got here, the person who brought him here obviously didn't want him to die.
He continued to look at the entire room carefully.
The walls of the entire room were painted completely white.
Apart from his own hospital bed, the only other furnishings were the bedside tables beside the hospital bed.
At this moment, the door of the operating room was opened, and a tall and slender red figure slowly approached with his waist twisted.
"Mandala."
Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Mandala's face was filled with a proud smile belonging to the winner.
"Dear captain, are you a little surprised to see me here?"
Mandala's bright red lips opened and closed gently.
"As expected, you still chose to defect."
Fan frowned.
"No, no, no, dear captain, if I really choose to defect, do you think I will save you?"
Mandala sat beside Fan's bed.
Fan Ben wanted to put some distance between the two, but in the end found that it was in vain.
Mandala smiled softly and stretched out his hand to remove the silver hair tied into a ponytail.
The loose silver hair shone under the light.
Mandala suddenly leaned down and leaned his face against Fan.
Fan could even feel the other person's warm kiss.
Breath.
Going down from Mandala's face, the two huge snow-white masses wrapped in the unzipped combat uniform attracted all of Fan's attention almost instantly.
Fan seemed to be unable to control himself, and he finally stretched out his left hand tremblingly.
This brief "tenderness" only lasted a short time.
Mandala stood up slowly, then zipped up without any trace, and opened and closed the corners of his mouth gently, seeming to express something silently.
Finally, she left Fan's hospital bed and walked to the door of the room without looking back.
Just when she was about to leave the operating room, she suddenly turned around, made a shooting gesture with her hands, and then imaginarily buttoned the He pulled the trigger with a faint smile on his lips.
Then she completely disappeared from Van's sight.
"What on earth is she doing?"
At this time, in the monitoring room outside the operating room, two soldiers were looking at each other with puzzled faces.
"Who knows, maybe he's in heat."
One of the soldiers said seriously without a smile.
The other soldier could only shake his head helplessly, acquiescing to his colleague's speculation.
Anyway, the entry and exit of this frivolous adult were strictly checked, so he was not worried about any mistakes.
And more importantly, he is not qualified to care about this matter.
Fan in the room was leaning on the hospital bed with an expressionless face.
On the wall in front of him, a camera facing him was monitoring his every move.
Fan closed his eyes gently, seeming to miss the short-term "tenderness" just now.
But in his left hand, which was covered under the quilt, he held a bunch of keys tightly.
Of course, the scene that just happened was not the tenderness between the two people.
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It was just a way for Mandala to avoid the sight of the monitor.
This bunch of keys passed to Brahman by Mandala in such a special way obviously has its special function, and the mouth shape that Mandala made to Brahman when he stood up was clearly expressing a word.
"run."
The special movements she made before leaving had a meaning that only the two of them could understand.
This woman was obviously brooding over the failure of the competition between the two during her first mission with Fan.
Fan was shot in the left arm. , it was made by her.
The mandala reminds Brahman in this way, "If you defeat me in my area of expertise, then I will defeat you in your area of expertise."
This is the unique pride of this woman.
But Fan would not choose to appreciate this kind of pride, because the shot on his shoulder almost killed him.
There was absolutely no hesitation in Mandala's shot.
If Fan hadn't relied on his keen intuition to make a slight mistake, he would have been a cold corpse by now.
Although Mandala almost killed him, it is undeniable to Fan that she did save his life again, and she also tried to convey certain information to him in this way.
The complexity of this woman really made Fan unable to Guess it.
As for Mandala's inconsistent behavior, it left Fan even more confused.
"Now is not the time to think about these things."
Van reminded himself.
He closed his eyes tightly to disarm the people who were monitoring him.
In his rapidly running brain, he was carefully formulating his next action plan.
After a while, Fan slowly walked down from the hospital bed, then dragged his heavy alloy shackles and walked straight to the door.
The heavy alloy shackles are connected together by a very short alloy pillar, and Fan can only move a very short distance at a time under its restraint.
The door to the room was locked tightly, and there was no keyhole.
Obviously, the door could only be opened from the outside.
Fan continued to wander aimlessly in the room.
Except for a few bottles of medicine, there were no tools that could be used in this room.
Finally, he returned to bed as if resigned to his fate, covered himself with a quilt, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A few hours later, the locked door to the room was opened, and a heavily armed soldier walked in carrying a plate of food.
Behind him stood a soldier holding a weapon, and this soldier stood in front of Fan.
The weapon's safety was turned on, which was obviously a way of expressing some warning.
The soldier carrying the food slowly walked to Fan's side, and then placed the food on the bedside table.
After he glanced at Fan who was still sleeping, he turned to leave.
Just when he turned around to leave, Fan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly jumped up.
He put his left arm on the soldier's shoulder to maintain balance, and quickly reached out to the soldier's front with his right hand. , grasped the trigger of the rifle.
A series of gunshots came out from the barrel of the gun, and the heavily armed soldier standing at the door fell down in response.
"Crack" The sound of broken neck bones was harsh and hair-raising.
Fan then twisted the neck of the soldier in front of him with just his right hand.
This set of actions was incredibly fast, taking only a few seconds, but it was an almost perfect evaluation, both in terms of accuracy and the timing of the execution of the plan.
Fan immediately picked up the weapon of the dead soldier and rushed out of the room at a speed that was hard to see clearly.
On his hospital bed, there were quietly opened shackles and handcuffs.
Fan rushed out of the room and immediately discovered the monitoring room outside the room.
The door of the monitoring room was ajar.
It was obvious that the two soldiers who had just brought him food were the ones monitoring him.
So he relaxed a little.
It seemed that the security level of this base was not high, and his chances of successfully escaping increased a lot.
After carefully searching the control room, he found a sealed box in the corner of the control room, so he shot and broke the lock.
What was locked in the box was what he included in the combat security guard.
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All the equipment including the suit, but what surprised him was that the tiger lizard belonging to Kazel was also put into the box.
Fan quickly put on his combat protective clothing, assembled his equipment, then closed the door to his ward, and then shot the instrument that controlled the door switch and the monitor display.
This small move was not It's meaningless.
This will probably buy him some time.
The latecomer who doesn't know what's going on will definitely choose to open the door first and confirm the true situation of the room before confirming that he has really escaped.
Fan carefully left the room and turned on his perception ability to the maximum.
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