Vol 3 Chapter 32: Tough and unparalleled Perce!

Lothar 11's voice trembled slightly.
Not pretending.
Although he told himself before speaking, he should try to disguise emotions such as hesitation, worry, and fear, but after speaking out, Lothar 11 found that it was completely unnecessary.
He was really scared.
Facing such a layered layout and interlocking'behind the scenes layout', Lothar 11 instinctively felt that he was facing his father and elder brother. The fear engraved in his bones surfaced in an instant. Upset.
Why is he willing to come to Area F?
Come to this place where the'Loshar Family' is the weakest?
Come here to be the person in charge of the ‘game’?
Isn't it just afraid.
Since childhood Lothar 11 received the ‘elite education’ of the Lothar family: survival of the fittest.
And after seeing that his fifteen-year-old eldest brother did not change his face and calculated two of the hundred big families, and threw all his clansmen, members, and 4,000 people into the steel furnace, Lothar 11 Determined to be a waste wood, salted fish.
What's wrong with being raised as a pig by the family?
I can still pass on from generation to generation!
Lothar 11 is very proud of himself as a healthy man.
And, stick to this philosophy by practicing.
just……
Why are there so many people in this world who are similar to their father and eldest brother?
Is it true that the "cruel winners" are all the same?
Unconsciously, Lothar 11 had such thoughts in his heart.
"Losha 11, young master, are you afraid?"
The electronic synthesis sound rang in my ears.
Immediately, there was a burst of laughter from the emotional electronically synthesized sound.
The laughter was full of sarcasm.
as well as……
Happy!
Why did the other party call?
Lothar 11 knew it well.
Therefore, in the face of such laughter, Lothar 11 did not have any anger.
What the other party wants is to let him face despair from hope.
Any anger from him will only make the other party happier.
Therefore, he has to calmly achieve his goal: to delay time.
Delaying time for Rosslow and Perce.
"You, who are you?"
Lothar 11 asked.
Although telling himself to calm down, the trembling voice still explained Lothar 11's nervousness.
Facing such a ‘behind the scenes’, what’s wrong with being nervous?
As a waste wood, salted fish, you have done well.
Lothar 11 comforted herself.
However, the louder laughter that erupted on the other side still made Lothar 11 feel uncomfortable.
nothing!
I just want to delay time!
Laugh more time!
Lothar 11 began to find reasons for himself.
As usual.
Living in the shadow of his father and elder brother, if he could not learn to'comfort' himself, he would have died of gloom long ago.
And just when Lothar 11 was expecting the other to laugh a little longer, the laughter of the electronic synthesis sound stopped abruptly.
"Luosha 11 young master, do you think your tricks are useful?"
The other party's words made Lothar 11's heart tighten.
Was discovered?
Has the other party found Rosslow and Perce?
Sweat overflowed from his forehead instantly.
Rosslow and Perce must be dead.
And then, it should be him and the others.
Suddenly, Lothar 11 turned pale and her lips began to tremble.
Even the teeth are constantly hitting.
laughter!
There was another burst of laughter!
The sound of Lothar 11 inspired such laughter.
Obviously, the other party inferred from the sound the appearance of Lothar 11.
"Your family guard can't save you!"
"No one can save you!"
"Your only end is death!"
Said electronically synthesized voice.
Lothar's heart loosened.
It was not that Rossro and Pells were discovered, but the ‘family guard’ originally planned by the other party.
Almost subconsciously, Lothar 11 would let out a sigh of relief when he felt relieved.
He is so nervous!
As a piece of waste wood, a salted fish, he has never experienced such a battle.
However, at the moment of relief, Lothar 11 knew it was not good.
As long as the other party hears it, he will definitely notice his abnormality.
therefore--
"Why?! Ahem, why?!"
"Why do you do this?"
"I have not offended you!"
"Why are you killing me?"
Forcibly turned that breath into a roar, causing Lothar 11 to cough, but he couldn't take care of it at all, and questioned the opponent in a hoarse manner.
When the last word was yelled, Lothar gasped for breath.
Huh, Huh.
The voice clearly reached the ears of the ‘behind the scenes’ through the radio waves.
The other party smiled again.
It's no longer the same laughter as before.
It's a chuckle.
A chuckle filled with joy and contempt.
"You ask me why?"
"Then why don't you ask what you have done?"
The other party asked back.
"What does this have to do with me?"
"I have never participated in the decision-making of the family, let alone hurt anyone."
Lothar 11 questioned again.
He didn't feel any guilty conscience when he said these things.
Because what he said is the truth.
Obviously, the ‘behind the scenes layman’ also knows this.
The other party was silent for a rare moment.
This process takes about two or three seconds.
After that, the other party spoke again.
"Who made you'Losa'?"
After speaking, the other party directly hung up the phone.
There is no more entanglement.
The other party's goal was achieved.
The opponent felt Lothar 11's despair.
Next?
Naturally, it is a ‘small surprise’ to welcome the first stage.
Lothar 11 naturally knew all this.
As soon as the other party hung up the phone, the eleventh heir to the Lothar family just fell to his knees and began to pray.
He was praying for the success of Rosslow and Perce.
Must succeed!
As long as it succeeds, I will not eat meat for a year, I will not eat fish for a year, and I will not eat sweets for a year...
Lothar 11 began to make a wish.
The ‘behind the scenes’ somewhere, took out a remote control and pressed it slowly.
boom!
Cang Dang!
Pells slammed the door of the room in front of him with a strong kick. The overwhelmed wooden door slammed directly into the wall of the room inside and rebounded again. Rosslow held the wooden door in his hand.
"I think we should be quiet."
As a doctor, Rosslow said very tactfully.
"If I can, I also want to be euphemistic?"
"But we are in a hurry."
Perce rushed into the room as he spoke.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the vent above his head.
The first step is successful!
The next step is to go through the exhaust channel and enter the place where the bomb is placed!
bomb!
Thinking of the words Lothar 11 had just told him, Pells was all ill.
He always felt that his life in the previous 20 years was far less exciting than today.
Or……
terrible!
He was so scared that his legs were shaking now.
Have to use some behavior to cover up.
For example: just kick the door.
"Help."
With a lot of peace of mind, Pells began to move the chair in the room. Then, he stepped on the chair and began to disassemble the vent window.
When he left, he brought a toolbox from his apartment.
At this time, the toolbox was in Rosslow's hands.
"Give you."
Rosslow handed the cross screwdriver up.
Then, watching Pells twist the screw, Rosslow couldn't help but ask: "What kind of job is a contact person?"
Undoubtedly, it is obvious that there is nothing to say.
Simply put, Rosslow is also a little nervous.
"Long holidays and high salary, except that it's a bit dangerous and I can't keep cats. I really like a job."
Pells said truthfully.
When talking about not having cats, Pers increased his voice.
"Do you like cats?"
Rosslow asked in surprise.
"like."
"My first dream was to have a small apartment of my own, and then, both cats and dogs."
"And now a quarter is completed."
Pells said with certainty.
"A quarter?"
Rosslow didn't understand what Pells meant.
Even if there is a cat or a dog, isn't it half of it?
"I have a cat litter."
Perce answered.
Have a cat litter?
Cats and dogs, cat litters and dog litters?
Rosslow was taken aback.
Then, inexplicably wanted to laugh.
However, Rosslow, who was a doctor, did not say anything.
Instead, he thanked him sincerely.
"Thank you."
Rosslow said.
Perce:?
"I know you saw my nervousness, so you told me a cold joke. Although you do have a cat litter, it was left by your cats before, right?"
"Pets are not allowed in the'Game Tower', so you leave the cat with your relatives or friends."
"Your relatives and friends should also like cats very much, so you have a full set of cats."
"So you left this cat litter, right?"
Rose Roh held his head up, looking at Perce who was twisting the screwdriver, and said confidently.
Your reading comprehension is really full marks!
You are really a poor man to be a doctor.
Why don't you write?
Pells looked down at Rosslow, but said nothing.
"Am i right?"
Rosslow asked, however.
"Yes, that's what I think."
Pells nodded, unloaded the window of the vent, and handed it to Rosslow, then grabbed the corner of the vent with his arms, and got in with a strong support.
Then, it was Rosslow's turn.
Rothro followed Perce's appearance, jumped slightly, grabbed the corner of the vent with both hands, then supported it hard, then... did not support it.
After trying several times in a row, Pells, who got into the ventilation channel, finally found that something was wrong.
He stuck his head out and looked at Rosslow, who was flushed and flushed, but still couldn't hold it up.
"I'll pull you."
Rosslow spoke and stretched out his hand.
"Thank you."
Pells held out his hand.
then……
Rosslow tried hard, but didn't pull.
No matter how hard it was, it still didn't pull.
"Sorry, I have eaten well recently and have gained weight."
Rosslow explained embarrassingly.
"Get away, I will push you down."
Perce said.
"it is good."
Rosslow nodded.
Then, Pells picked up Rothro's legs, put them on his shoulders, lifted them up, and stuffed them into the ventilation duct.
After confirming that Rothro entered completely, Rothro pushed his hands again and entered the ventilation channel.
But immediately, Pells regretted it.
puff!
In the loud and long voice, a strong smell filled Perce.
Perce, who had just gotten into the ventilation channel, felt dizzy instantly.
This ‘contact’ jumped down faster than before.
"Asshole, what did you eat!"
Perce roared.
"Sorry, I ate chives and eggs at noon."
"I usually have a good stomach."
"Today I caught a cold in my stomach because of the smelly river."
Rothro's apologetic voice came.
Pells curled his lips, desperate.
Yes, it is despair.
It is not only because the smell in the ventilation channel has not disappeared.
Also because of the smell that may appear next.
More importantly, he had to go in.
As for letting Rosslow be behind, he is in front?
He had tried just now. With the narrow environment in the ventilation channel, he couldn't use it at all, and with his arm strength, he couldn't pull Rosslow at all.
Therefore, he can only be behind.
Then...
What will happen to him?
The despair on Pells's face became more and more obvious.
At this time, he even had a thought of letting go.
But in the end, he climbed into the ventilation tunnel.
In the following time, Rosslow was in front and Perce was behind, and headed towards the destination bit by bit.
Of course.
Among them, accompanied by a rather long sound.
When the goal was reached, Perce almost suffocated.
"Sorry, sorry."
Rosslow looked apologetic at the hypoxic Perce.
Pells shook his head without speaking.
Because the tip of his nose still smells of leeks, he is afraid of a mouth...
Is this "you wanna fart"?
How desperate!
Pells had to use a diversion to repel such despair.
Fortunately, the bomb in the corner of the room gave him absolute attention.
"Why did Master Lothar 11 know that the bomb is here?"
Rosslow couldn't help but asked.
"Because this is the room where the load-bearing wall is located, there is no better way to destroy the'Game Mansion' than to plant a bomb here."
Pells replied.
Then, without waiting for Rosslow to question again, Pells urged.
"Toolbox."
Rosslow didn't talk nonsense and handed over the toolbox.
Pells skillfully began to dismantle the bomb.
As a qualified ‘contactor’, Pells can disassemble bombs. This is a course that ‘contactors’ must learn, similar to shooting and driving.
However, when the shell of the bomb was taken apart, Perce's hand shook involuntarily.
Two lines.
A red thread.
A blue wire.
It just appeared before Perce's eyes.
This is completely different from Perce's imagination.
Shouldn't it be a thread cut?
Why are there two?
Rosslow soon discovered the anomaly of Perce.
"what happened?"
Rosslow asked.
"Something happened."
"Blue line, red line."
"If you cut the bomb right, you can stop it. If you cut it wrong, the bomb will explode."
"Fifty percent chance."
Perce said seriously.
"How about we contact Master Lothar 11?"
Rose Roman said.
"No time."
"After coming back and forth, it exploded long ago."
"In order not to be monitored, we did not bring the walkie-talkie."
Pells shook his head.
"Then what shall we do?"
Rosslow panicked.
"Got a gamble!"
Perce said, he stretched out his pliers and aimed at the red thread.
However, the pliers were trembling constantly, and they couldn't point to the target at all.
Obviously, Perce was nervous again.
After trying several times, Perce wiped the sweat on his forehead, turned and handed the pliers to Rosslow.
"You are a doctor, your hands are steady, you can do it."
Pells said so.
"I can do surgery, I can't dismantle bombs!"
Rosslow took the pliers and stammered.
"The truth is the same~EbookFREE.me~ just align it with a cut."
"Remember, a doctor who can't defuse bombs is not a good doctor."
Pells slapped Rosslow's shoulder hard, and straightened away.
Rosslow opened his mouth, and finally, in Perce's "encouraging look", handed out the pliers.
As Pells said, Rosslow, a doctor, has a steady hand.
There was no tremor at all.
The pliers were getting close to the red line little by little.
Just when the pliers touched the red wire and was about to open--
"and many more!"
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