People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 174 Sister, I'm scared, I need your back

Robin's cries foreshadowed her choice.

But there was no joy on Anthony's face.

This choice is unspeakably painful for anyone.

"I find that all of you girls are stubborn. Zoya was the same when we were in Che City."

Qi Yan walked out from behind the melted ice shield and turned to chat with Hemer: "Her code name is Wormwood now. She is the little girl who follows her father all day long like a little tail.

She is just like Robin, she wants to take on everything by herself and solve everything by herself, and she has no sense of companionship at all. "

Robin stopped crying and stared blankly at Qi Yan who looked like nothing had happened:

"I stabbed you, so why didn't you die?"

"This requires mentioning Hemer's powerful medical skills." Qi Yan turned around and showed his smooth back. "Look, there's nothing wrong."

Hemer grinned, giving a forced smile.

If she had such great abilities, she would have become the backbone of the medical department long ago!

Even Kal'tsit, Shining and others came to learn medical skills from her.

However, meeting Robin's eyes that were filled with renewed hope, Hemer forced himself to smile and nodded affirmatively.

Faced with the hope that had reappeared, Robin seemed a little timid. He stared at Qi Yan and whispered:

"But you're undercover."

"It's not over yet, is it?"

Qi Yan glared at her, causing the little girl to shrank back in fear.

Anthony gritted his teeth and propped himself up, not letting Robin's words affect him.

When a team is in crisis, once internal divisions appear, it will not be long before it falls apart.

Anthony didn't know whether Qi Yan had any plans, but he didn't care. There was no free benefit in this world. Qi Yan was willing to take the risk and go to the prison to save him, so it must be because he had corresponding value.

It was a deal Anthony couldn't refuse.

"Now that the elevator has been destroyed, everyone must cheer up. We can only fight our way back up the stairs to the infirmary on the bottom floor of the prison." Anthony said in a deep voice.

Hemer came forward with a bandage, simply bandaged Anthony's wound, and carefully checked whether Anthony had any internal injuries.

The results shocked Hemer.

Anthony endured the impact of the Originium bomb, but he only suffered some superficial injuries, with the most serious wound being no more than half an inch deep.

Seeing Hemer's shock, Anthony explained in a low voice:

"My physique is naturally different from that of ordinary people. Someone once commented that my physique was born for fighting. Although I don't like fighting, I do benefit a lot from it."

"When you arrive at Rhodes Island, be careful of the medical department. They..." Hummer reminded gently, "They may do some tests on you."

Anthony tilted his head in confusion, not understanding Hemer's reminder.

He stood up, moved his body briefly, and made sure that Hemer's bandage did not affect his movements. Then he took the lead and walked out of the main control room.

Everyone followed behind him, ready to deal with the prison guards who might rush out at any time.

Only Qi Yan came to the staircase, looking at the stairs extending downwards, and looked at Qi Lin with a face full of grievance:

"Sister, it's so high. I'm scared. I need you to carry me on your back!"

Qi Lin's face turned dark and she kicked her brother down the stairs.

As her brother's screams gradually faded away, Qi Lin's nimble wolf ears twitched twice. She turned her head to glance at the corridor behind her, and then walked down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, Anthony caught Qi Yan who was kicked down with one hand, and carried him to lead the way.

Along the way, Anthony remained highly nervous and ready to fight at any time.

But the prison seemed to have turned into an empty ghost town, and not a single prison guard came forward to stop their actions.

This strange situation made Anthony even more nervous, and he quickened his pace to rush to the infirmary.

As he pushed open the door of the infirmary, the situation inside made Anthony's heart sink to the bottom.

People, lots of people.

A large number of prisoners gathered in the infirmary, holding obviously more sophisticated weapons in their hands, silently waiting for their arrival.

Duma had his hands tied and was pressed into the corner. The two prisoners guarding him put their cold daggers directly against Duma's fair neck.

"It seems that some people have failed."

Jeston stood at the front of the line of prisoners, looking at the group that looked a little embarrassed but had not lost any members, his tone full of mockery.

Then he saw Qi Yan, who was held in Anthony's hands, with blood all over his back.

A hint of coldness flashed across Jeston's eyes, and he said deliberately:

"Let this gentleman go, he is one of ours!"

Anthony glanced at Qi Yan, gently put Qi Yan on the ground, and said expressionlessly:

"Maybe you two are indeed in the same group, but according to my judgment, you have internal disagreements, so now facing you who are stopping me, you are my teammate."

Seeing that his false accusation failed, Jeston did not get angry. Instead, he picked up a glass of red wine from the table beside him, held it between his fingertips and shook it gracefully.

He said calmly, "It's a very rational choice, but no matter what choice you make, you will eventually die in this prison. All of you will die."

Jeston's gaze finally fell on Qi Yan, and the murderous intent in his tone was undisguised.

"Jaston, Jayston."

Qi Yan said with regret: "You are too narrow-minded."

This sentence seemed to touch the pain in Jeston's heart. He pretended to be elegant and paused, his face twisted slightly:

"Shut up, Rupert. Since we both work for Mr. K, I can give you a quick death."

"You don't know me, nor do you know Mr. K." Qi Yan was not frightened by Jeston and continued, "Guess what Mr. K would do to you if I died?"

This sentence made Jeston's killing intent froze.

He looked at Qi Yan, who was calm and composed, and suddenly felt a little flustered. He began to worry that Qi Yan was really Mr. K's confidant, or had a way to inform Mr. K of the situation here.

But Jeston's hesitation lasted only a moment.

"It's too late to say anything more, Rupert."

Jeston regained his elegance, sneered, and waved his hand to give orders.

The prisoners rushed forward in an instant and attacked Qi Yan and others.

"Kafka!"

Anthony growled and took the initiative to rush forward to fight the prisoners.

Kafka's nimble figure shuttled across the battlefield, aiming directly at the controlled Duma.

The scissors flashed with cold light and instantly cut the wrists of the two prisoners. Robin followed closely and rushed forward to save Duma without hesitation.

Frost filled the space of the infirmary, and Qi Lin sealed the ankles of a large number of prisoners with a wave of his hand.

Seeing that the prisoners were at a disadvantage as soon as the two sides started fighting, Jeston's face remained calm. He silently watched Duma being rescued and the prisoners falling one after another.

When the last prisoner fell, Jason had a rough idea of ​​the combat power distribution of Anthony and his group.

Apart from Anthony, the only one who was really capable of fighting was the girl named Lupert in the prison guard uniform.

And then…all of Jeston’s malice was directed towards Anthony.

"You did a good job, but that alone is far from enough." Jeston sneered.

Anthony didn't waste any words and punched Jason with a growl.

Facing Anthony's powerful punch, Jason shook the red wine glass in his hand, casually raised his free left hand, and easily grasped Anthony's fist.