The Thunder and Lightning King was shot in the chest, and the large-caliber bullet teared the heart. The upper body was covered with sticky blood, and the body still had warmth.

Thunder Zhan Ji looked at his body blankly, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

After joining Baoze Executive Office for so many years, Thunder Zhan Ji has seen many colleagues sacrificing during the mission, and even thought about one day that might be her turn. This idea became more and more profound after meeting Li Xianyu again.

But she never thought that the Thunder and Lightning King would die here, and in this way.

The Thunder and Lightning King is the leader who commands the overall situation. His talent is not in combat, and it should have been safe.

It's so frustrating that I was actually killed by my beloved woman.

Such a serious injury, if rescued in time, there might be a chance of survival

The light suddenly lit up in Thunder Zhan Ji's eyes. She found that she was trapped in a blind spot in her thinking, her heartbeat, breathing and pulse were gone, which could naturally be defined as death.

But in the field of medicine, the real standard for defining death is brain death.

Brain death is irreversible and unchangeable.

"A normal person will die in brain after his heart stops beating for more than 8 minutes. The Dharma King is a bloodborne and his vitality is stronger than that of ordinary people." Thunder Warrior was surprised.

She and the King of Thunder and Lightning went upstairs and separated at the toilet door until she killed the female secretary, which was not more than fifteen minutes in total.

Thunder Warrior is not an elite in the medical department. I don’t know how long the bloodborne brain death will last, but it is inevitable that it will last longer than ordinary people.

Maybe there is still a rescue

According to time calculations, it is definitely too late to send him to the medical department at this time. It is very likely that the next moment, the brain of the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King will not be able to hold on and die completely.

But it doesn't matter, she has blood medicine.

She opened her wallet and searched for Li Xianyu's blood medicine inside. Because she was too nervous and excited, her hands kept trembling.

Before, Thunder War Ji was going to participate in the alliance mission, so Li Xianyu gave her several tubes of blood medicine, two more tubes than other employees, and her boyfriend's personal goods.

But later,

Li Xianyu suddenly changed her mind and kicked her out of the group.

The blood medicine is still lying in her wallet.

She remembered that Li Xianyu said that blood medicine can treat all trauma. As long as there is no brain death, no matter how serious the injury is, it can recover. The premise is that the dose is sufficient.

Thunder Zhan Ji wiped his tears, took out all three tubes of blood medicine, and injected them into the neck and jugular vein of the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King.

She didn't dare to stop. After taking one shot, she didn't have time to check the condition of the Thunder and Lightning King, and continued to inject the second and third shots.

After injecting all the blood medicine, Thunder Zhan Ji tensely looked at the chest of Thunder and Lightning.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, and thirty seconds, the ferocious flesh and blood squirmed slightly, like a dying octopus tentacle.

Gradually, they began to become active. Only half a piece of the heart began to proliferate, and blood vessels reconnected. After a few minutes, a brand new heart formed and pounded. The flesh and blood of the wound healed simultaneously, wrapping the heart.

When the wound recovers 70% to 80%, it will no longer be peristaltic and heal itself. This means that the effect of the medicine is exhausted. To completely repair the wound, more blood medicine is needed.

Thunder Zhan Ji was relieved and breathed out a breath of turbid air. Only then did she feel the severe pain on her waist. Her vitality was not so fragile. The military spear was not enough to cause fatal injuries, but it would be very painful.

"I should leave a small tube for myself." She leaned against the desk, crying and laughing: "Dharma King, you have such a big life."

The office was quiet, and the sound of explosions and fighting came faintly below, which was very subtle, proving that the battle had not yet affected this place.

Most of the employees of the executive department have come home from get off work and cannot come for a while. They don’t know if the security department can settle the matter. Even if it can be settled, it will be destined to suffer heavy casualties, because there are likely to be spies from the board of directors within them.

However, these Thunder Warriors were powerless. She had exhausted her physical strength in the battle just now and was injured again. The large-scale tearing of muscles made it difficult for her to move a finger.

Whether the spy forces will come up or whether the security department can win has nothing to do with her.

Leave fate

First floor of Baoze Building.

In the special passage, the elevator leading to the underground opened with a "ding" sound, and the Black God walked out of the elevator car and came to the main hall.

At a glance, more than a dozen corpses lay in the spacious and bright hall. In the chilly temperature in early spring, the blood quickly solidified, but the smell of blood could not dissipate.

The battle here has ended, and there is no living person.

All elevators leading from the lobby to the floor are on red, which means they are unavailable.

"This should be done by the security department to prevent these traitors from escaping." The Black God left the hall, entered the corridor through a small door, and came to the second floor.

The second floor is also empty, and there are no important departments here. Judging from the corridors that are not seriously damaged, there was a short battle here, but it was quickly transferred.

Walking to the fifth floor, the Black God heard the fierce gunfire. There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the corridor, some wearing security uniforms, some wearing suits, and some wearing casual clothes.

Just as he was about to cross the stacked body, a security employee suddenly jumped up at his feet and stabbed the black god in the heart.

The black god held the other person's wrist and looked at it: "Where are you from."

"Traitor, you are a traitor, everyone is a traitor." The security officer seemed excited and kept shouting "Traitor".

Another crazy one, just like the Thunder Emperor

The black god sighed and pointed his finger at the other party's eyebrows to soothe the spirit of the security guards.

He and Bai Shen are both mental abilities, and they are master-level in this regard. They just used mental shock waves to attack the Fighting God underground, causing him to briefly fall into dizziness and chaotic consciousness, and then decisively take him away.

The security personnel's emotions gradually stabilized, no longer excited and irritable, and looked at the Black God with a little vigilance: "Black God, you, which side are you?"

The Black God glanced at him: "It's obvious that if I were a traitor, you wouldn't stand here, well, it doesn't matter if you hurt."

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. I just fainted accidentally, otherwise I could still fight." The security officer said gratefully, worried and panicked: "Hei God, what happened? Why are there so many traitors in the company?"

"We took action without warning, detonated the explosives hidden in the building and attacked and killed many of our colleagues."

"Some of them are from the Human Resources Department, some are from the Research Department, some are from the Equipment Department, some are from the Mission Department, and there are also many of our Security Department."

"The clerks and ladies have to carry the rifle to fight. Fortunately, we have the advantage of numbers and the situation is still stable at present."

The black god narrowed his eyes: "How many traitors are there in the executive branch?"

"I don't know this. Most of the employees in the executive department have gotten off work." The security staff said uncertainly.

The Executive Department is Baoze’s external law enforcement department and the most risky department. Especially before Baoze weakens the forces of all parties in the blood community, the casualty rate is very high.

If spies are installed, there will definitely not be too many personnel in such high-risk departments. After all, if you are not careful, you may be in vain.

Hei Shen estimated that among the departments of Baoze, the executive department had the least number of spies. Most of the board of directors were scattered in other relatively safe departments.

Damn, except for those who work, the others are Erwuzi. He cursed in his heart and asked again: "How to distinguish them."

Although they are not professional intelligence workers, they also understand that spies do not know their identities, otherwise it would be easy to catch one and lead a group of them.

So how do spies confirm their own people?

Everyone is wearing the same employee uniforms and needs to pull out their guns and shoot each other when they meet, which is easy to accidentally get hurt.

"They all have black seals on their chests, shield-shaped." The security officer pointed to a corpse not far away.

The black god followed his gaze and indeed saw a black shield-shaped herald on the other party's chest.

"You don't have to join the war anymore. Just rest when you are injured." said the Black God.

The security officer nodded immediately, and his eyes showed relief and relaxed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the black god's pupils becoming unfathomable, as if they turned into vortexes, swallowing his consciousness.

"Are you a traitor?" Black God looked at the security personnel with a dull face and a blank look and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm not."

"How to distinguish traitors?" asked the Black God again.

"They have seals on their chests." The security staff will answer questions and answers

I was also nervously sensitive by them!

The Black God silently exhaled a breath of turbid air, causing the security personnel to fall asleep.

And he himself picked up a pistol on the ground and walked towards the fifth floor where the battle was taking place.

The gunfire on the fifth floor stopped, probably because the bullets had been fired, and the employees and the traitors were having fierce hand-to-hand combat.

The Black God took a deep breath, cracked his mouth and let out a loud roar.

The sound waves were mixed with powerful mental power, echoing between the walls, plopping, and the employees in the battle fainted one after another.

Top S-level or below can't resist the spiritual storm of the Black God at all, and even those who awaken their mental power cannot do it.

It's easy to deal with these chubby chickens.

"According to the God of Fighting, these people are just creating chaos and buying time for him. So there shouldn't be top experts."

"Tsk, are there any traitors among the Ten Gods? I am now not easy to say whether the Thunder Emperor is a good citizen, but it is hard to say whether the others are wolves or ghosts."

"Wuwukai always stared at Bai Shen back then. There is a great possibility that he was a traitor. The god of ape likes to rely on his seniority and is not a good monkey at first sight. Tian Hao borrowed me 200 points and has not paid it yet. I hope he is not a traitor. The god of food has no brains and knows how to eat it all day long. It is not a suitable material for being a spy. Sanwu's melon seeds cannot be a traitor. She doesn't have that brain. Well, the good people who can be 100% sure now are Lei Di and Sanwu."

The black god thought endlessly, pulled the trigger and blew all the traitors wearing heraldic seals on their chests.

He swept over layer by layer, and the mental storm did not distinguish between enemies and friends. Whether it was a werewolf or a good citizen, he would knock it down and fuck it first. The good citizen would save his life, and the werewolf would directly shoot the head.

Soon, he came to the medical department.

The medical department heard fierce gunfire. It was not the gunfire that the pistol could make, but also the strong fluctuations of the aura.

The black god slowly walked to the entrance of the corridor, leaned against the wall, and looked out vigilantly.
To be continued...