Steel steam and flame

Buck and Jerbo looked a little ugly. Savina rested for a long time after dinner. At that time, her spirit was still very quiet and peaceful, which was the normal state of her always impatient character during the past few days of missions. But the situation now has changed dramatically. In their minds, the time that Savina spent in the basement was definitely not very long. Buck himself had not even finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, let alone the wine in the glass, which he had only taken a few sips of. That’s all.

There were obviously many differences in Savina who came out. Mentally, she was like an erupting volcano, spewing out countless energy. Their emotions were on the verge of losing control, and the excitement and heat radiating from their bodies quickly filled the entire spacious hall. It became impossible for Buck and Jerbo not to want to feel it.

Sitting back on the chair aside to rest, Savina recalled in her mind the feeling that had just touched her body, and rubbed her palms to find the heat that had not yet dissipated. The scorching gazes that Buck and the two looked at turned into air-like objects, and she ignored them.

"Because the airport is blocked by the Oria defense team, in order to avoid unnecessary risks, the Holy Emperor's Office has dispatched small airships from the surrounding areas to pick us up. The arrival time is tomorrow afternoon. By then we will Passengers disguised as returning from a trip took the airship with their luggage and left." Jerbo said at this time, but he was obviously talking to Savina in front of him, "They reminded us again that we must Make sure that a few people are alive and have basic thinking and speaking abilities." There was still a warning voice behind him that sounded worried.

But Savina's current state did not allow her to listen to these words. She opened her eyes and did not answer, nor did she nod or look over to Jerbo and the others to show that she understood. She refilled the empty glass with only half of the ice cubes left, and drank it in one gulp. Her whole body was filled with a pleasant tone that was completely incompatible with the serious atmosphere in the hall.

"Mr. Buck," Savina put the glass back, then thought of something, looked at Buck and asked, "Where did you put the things you found from those two people in the car? I need to use some of them now. .”

"In the first room upstairs." Buck said, "Selvina, what do you want to do? Their things are also needed by the person in charge, and there may be information hidden in them. I don't want to be caught because of them. Destroyed and held accountable by those above.”

"Don't worry, I'm just taking something unrelated to this." Savina stood up with a smile and was already walking towards the stairs to the second floor. "For example, tranquilizers or something. I think the existence or non-existence of this thing has nothing to do with us. There will be no substantial impact on the mission.”

"It would be very fatal if you don't bring this thing when you go on a mission." Buck said with a sneer.

Savina, who was walking on the stairs, didn't take it seriously and replied: "I didn't say it was for myself. As the most basic task preparation, I won't make any mistakes on it."

"It's just that the people below may need it, so I'm just preparing in advance. Like you, I'm worried about their life status." But there was no matching tone in the words. Instead, it was full of mockery. This was just Just say it casually when your emotions start to get excited.

After hearing these words, Buck's face became serious. He smoked the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand, and then stubbed out the cigarette butt in the glass ashtray.

"I'll go down and take a look." Buck stood up and said to Jerbo, his anger and helplessness coexisting with nowhere to vent.

With hurried steps, Buck walked into the basement. There was a sense of oppression in the air that was not present in the room above. As a functional basement for storing things, the temperature also complied with the standards of every basement. The air conditioner was turned on very high, and the temperature was a step lower than Buck imagined.

During the day, he was worried that Savina would not be able to control herself and go out of her way. He also came down here a few times, but the temperature at that time was not like this.

The sound of "ta-da" footsteps also seemed to have a different feeling at this time. The basement is inherently quiet, and the low temperature seems to have affected the environment in the basement. There is a feeling of being frozen in the space, and the transmission of the sound of footsteps can strike people's hearts, as if the vibration of the sound can be truly transmitted to Buck's body.

The sound became very crisp, as if instead of walking on a concrete floor, it was stepping on a piece of hard ice. The source of the coldness was those feet.

There is no mood to care about this. Even if the temperature drops, for Buck, this is not a problem worth paying attention to now.

He sped up and walked toward the room where the two surgeons were locked up. The light in the passage was pale, and there was no warmth inside either.

At the same moment, inside the house, Keshan's eyes were wandering around blindly, and the broken skin on her wrists had become scabbed. From time to time, she would glance at Cassia aside to see if there were any other changes in him. It has always been the same body posture, and Cassia still buried her head tightly and said nothing. The only breath that could determine his survival suddenly decreased at this moment.

Keshan's face showed worry, because this change happened very quickly, only taking less than two or three seconds. Within the time frame of a normal human breath, Cassia's originally loud breathing sound had been completely hidden, as if it had never appeared. Only the white misty water vapor condensed in front of him seemed to have no intention of blending into the surrounding air.

But this has made Cassia's state with her head buried like a dead person in custody. Breathing was missing, and even Keshan, who was a short distance away, could not feel the rhythm of breathing at all. Just like the ups and downs on his chest, the unique breath on his body also disappeared without Keshan noticing. By the time her brain reacted like an afterthought, she could no longer capture that unique feeling.

What is being detained next to her now seems to be a corpse named Cassia.

"Cassia! Cassia!" Fear arose in Keshan's heart. She tried calling out to Cassia who was motionless on the side, but the result was obvious and she didn't get any response.

Her mind became confused, and Keshan felt the helplessness growing in her heart. The words he kept shouting became less and less powerful.

Sensing something, Keshan shifted his gaze to the iron door of the house, and at this moment, his voice finally stopped hoarse from his throat. The sound of soft footsteps came from outside the door again.