The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

There was a slight smell of burning gasoline. Wen Qiu said quickly, "There will be an arson scene tomorrow, so there are a lot of flammable materials piled up on the first floor. Let's get out!"

He didn't even think of this danger, nor did he tell Pei Du about such an important matter in advance!

However, the fire was so fierce that as soon as they ran to the stairs, they saw thick smoke billowing up and an all-consuming heat wave rushing towards them. In an instant, the first floor was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Pei Du frowned. He had seen the pile of miscellaneous items covered with plastic sheets on the first floor when he came in the afternoon, but he did not even think of asking a question. This was an unforgivable mistake. However, it was too late to regret at this moment. He quickly closed the door of the stairwell and took Wen Qiu back to the second floor.

All the windows are equipped with iron bars, and even jumping out of the window is impossible. The prison in the play has now become a real cage.

The bodyguard's voice came from the phone: "Boss, they just threw drugs into the window and set the first floor on fire! Both doors are blocked, don't come down, go upstairs first!"

"Don't panic." Pei Du said calmly, "What's the situation outside?"

"It's under control. We caught a bunch of them and not many of them escaped."

"Very good. Before the firefighters come, try to put out the fire. It will take a while for the fire to spread."

Indeed, this is not a residential building. Except for the first floor where flammable materials are piled up, the upper floors are relatively empty and it is difficult for the fire to get up. However, the thick smoke made people cough, and the crackling burning sound and the piercing fire alarm sounded in their ears, making people panic.

The two men wet their bodies with water in the bathroom, covered their mouths and noses with wet clothes, and waited for the fire downstairs to be brought under control.

However, a minute later, a despairing message came: "All the firefighting equipment here is broken! They can't be used!"

Wen Qiu's heart sank, thinking about how he had spent a lot of money to buy "designated fire-fighting equipment" in order to pass the fire inspection, and that matter was also manipulated by Xie Guangming behind the scenes... This vicious plan was linked together and had a far-reaching layout, and it would definitely put them to death once it was launched.

Now they could only wait for the fire brigade to come, but the film and television base transformed from this factory was extremely remote, and it would take at least 40 minutes for the fire brigade to arrive. During this time, their large number of staff could only wait anxiously outside and could do nothing.

"We bought enough fuel to burn for half a day, which we can't finish in a moment. Well, let's go to the top floor, where there is a large balcony. The smoke here is too thick..." Wen Qiu said anxiously, holding Pei Du's hand. He knew that many victims of fires were not burned to death, but choked to death by poisonous smoke.

"Shh." Pei Du didn't know what he was thinking. He pulled him and walked very slowly. When he walked up the stairs, he looked around, as if he was on guard against something. "Don't talk."

Wen Qiu was startled, and immediately understood what he was worried about - they knew that the fire could not burn up, how could Xie Guangming not think of it? Fire is not a weapon to kill, but a barrier to hunt. The danger prepared for the two of them may still be hidden in the depths of the thick smoke.

He looked around terrified, and heard Pei Du whisper in his ear: "They may have guns, but it is impossible for them to aim accurately in this situation. If you encounter danger later, you should lie down and find cover immediately."

"What about you?" Wen Qiu also asked in a low voice.

However, Pei Du patted his head and did not answer the question.

They went up to the fourth floor carefully, and the smoke was finally thinner, and they could breathe. However, the power system had burned out, there was no light, and it was still dark everywhere, which made people panic. Along the way, they only found a steel bar and a fruit knife as weapons.

Tap, tap... Their footsteps sounded softly in the corridor on the fourth floor. The doors on both sides opened and closed like dark eyes. Wen Qiu's palms were damp with sweat, but Pei Du's hands were still dry. He held him tightly, bringing a reassuring strength.

When passing by the toilet at the corner of the fourth floor, Pei Du suddenly stopped and pointed his finger inside. Wen Qiu nodded and immediately understood his idea - although the large balcony had a wide view and good air circulation, it was also the place most vulnerable to ambush and had no way out.

He reached out to open the door, but at this moment, he heard a few light and dull noises.

That was the sound of the bullet being fired, muffled by the silencer.

The next moment, the sound of weapons hitting the wall exploded beside my ears. The sound was so close that it seemed like the scythe of the god of death was passing by my ear.

Wen Qiu remembered the instruction and wanted to lie down immediately, but Pei Du quickly opened the door of the toilet, pushed him in, and then slammed the door shut. The whole action was as smooth as flowing water, and Wen Qiu had no time to react. All he could see was the closed door. He shouted, "Pei Du!"

That's a bullet. If a mortal body is hit by it, it will kill him. No one can escape!
"Don't come out," Pei Du's calm voice came through the door, "If you come out, we will be in more danger. Wait for me for a while and protect yourself."

What he said was right, and Wen Qiu couldn't refute it. However, when he thought that Pei Du might be injured or even killed, his brain began to buzz, and countless terrible guesses shattered in his head like sharp glass.

“Pei Du, Pei Du…” Wen Qiu didn’t dare to make any noise. He whispered his name in confusion. His body was so stressed that he could hardly move. His nails clenched his arms, unconsciously leaving bloody marks. “Please don’t get hurt. I beg you…”

I can't live alone without you.

Outside the door, Pei Du stood alone against the wall, the only weapon in his hand was a steel bar he picked up from downstairs. This was a corner with complex terrain, which limited the use of guns and was only suitable for close combat - which was exactly what he wanted.

Pei Du counted his steady heartbeats, his mind became unusually calm, and his five senses were open to capture all the subtle movements. His muscles were moderately tense, adjusted to the most suitable state for hunting. This was the innate talent of the superior ALPHA, and it was also the result of strict training.

A low sound of footsteps approached, Pei Du narrowed his eyes slightly, imagining how this poor prey would try to dilute its presence, and then pounce on it when the opportunity arose. Unfortunately, he did not intend to strike back, and after counting to three heartbeats, he unexpectedly took the lead in launching an attack.

The man was holding the gun and didn't even have time to fire before Pei Du grabbed his arm and bent it hard. With a crisp sound, the man's arm was twisted at a strange angle and the bullet, which had lost its accuracy, exploded on the wall with a bang.

His dark and bloodthirsty pupils were reflected in his terrified eyes. Pei Du strangled his neck with his arms, his expression as cold as if he was just pinching a blade of grass. There was another creepy cracking sound, and those eyes lost their luster.

He did not put the heavy man down immediately, but held him up in front of him like a shield. The bullets that followed did not avoid their companions, but sank dully into the body of the dead.

And at the moment the gunman showed up, Pei Du did what he had rehearsed three times in his mind. He threw the steel bar in his hand out with great force and hit the bull's eye.

A shrill scream sounded, and blood flowed out from another corner. One, two, Pei Du moved his finger bones, how many were left? He gradually became excited, and a faint smile appeared on his face, as if he had found some kind of fun in it. He bent down to pick up the gun and tried it, but he regretfully found that there was no bullet left.

Yes, there were five guns and 30 bullets in total. Pei Du counted them clearly in his mind, not one more or one less.

The bullets allotted to each person should be limited, and should be intended to be used up at the beginning, because they must try their best to avoid such a situation - after they kill the first person, they get a gun and more bullets than they have heads.

Smart decision, after all, he never misses a target and never wastes a bullet.

Pei Du threw away his gun and used the knife he found on the man. He caught three breaths. They were already panicking, so they were breathing heavily. They must have figured out their situation. So the next moment, they rushed out at the same time, holding long knives and sticks in their hands, roaring to give themselves courage.

But there were four of them!
The only one who was not panicking, the only one who came out unarmed, walked slowly behind the three people with a strange smile on his face.

Pei Du's eyes immediately locked onto him, and his brows knitted slightly. The man had the look of a condemned prisoner, his mouth opened in excitement, and two streams of saliva flowed from under his sharpened teeth.

This is an extremely superior ALPHA.

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Wen Qiu hid in the toilet alone, standing by the door and listening anxiously. He heard dull gunshots, collisions, and screams, but none of them belonged to Pei Du.

However, the trouble was not solved immediately. The sounds gradually became complex, chaotic, and distant, as if they were leaving the area around the corner.

He couldn't stop trembling, and wanted to go out to take a look like crazy. Every second he couldn't see Pei Du's situation, his heart seemed to be burning in a raging fire. But he couldn't do it. He was too weak. Going out would only cause trouble. Reason held the reins tightly, so he could only let Pei Du risk his life for him. He waited here in despair, unable to do anything.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and someone turned the doorknob - was it Pei Du who came back? Hope ignited in Wen Qiu's eyes, and he leaned against the door and asked carefully, "Pei Du?"

"It's me." A deep and rough voice responded to him, "It's me, Mr. Wen."

Gong Changyang! Just as this terrifying name popped up in Wen Qiu's mind, a huge force suddenly rushed in. The toilet door could not be locked. Gong Changyang, who was almost twice his weight, broke the door open!
Wen Qiu was knocked down unexpectedly, and his head hit the sink, causing severe pain in his forehead.

The blood flowed down and blurred his left eye. Through the blood, he saw Gong Changyang's hideous face.

His face was so droopy that it was almost distorted into another person by alcohol and hatred. His eyes embedded in the fat were shining brightly, flashing with abnormal excitement.

"Are you surprised to see me? I didn't die in the stinky ditch outside, and I can see you again, all thanks to Mr. Xie." A morbid smile appeared on Gong Changyang's face. He grabbed Wen Qiu's blood-stained hair and pressed his knee down directly on Wen Qiu's stomach.

"Ugh!" Wen Qiu screamed, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be crushed by him. Not to mention struggling and resisting, the pain was enough to make him pass out.

Gong Changyang's smile widened when he heard the scream, as if he had heard some beautiful music. He grabbed Wen Qiu's hair, looked at his face, and said, "Boss Wen, to be honest, you are so beautiful. No wonder CEO Xie always talks about you. When we talked privately before, we always imagined what it would be like to fuck you."

Wen Qiu's eyes went dark, he couldn't see anything clearly, yet he saw everything. Different hideous faces, perpetrators who insulted him, obscene words and obscene desires... It was like this every time, he thought it would change, but in fact nothing changed...

"But I heard that the more beautiful a person is, the more ruthless they are. Are you as cruel to your subordinates as you are to me? Anyway, I only paid a small amount of money, and someone was willing to sell your information to me."

"Huh... Huh..." Wen Qiu breathed hard. He didn't respond or look at him. He just stared at the door.

Gong Changyang was so angry that he slapped him hard, "What the hell are you looking at?!"

Wen Qiu was hit so hard that his head tilted to one side. He bit his lips tightly and said nothing. The burning pain on his face seemed to remind him that he was still alive. He still had a little strength left in his body. He slowly clenched his fist.

"I'm telling you, the person you're waiting for won't survive. Humph, 'Mad Dog' is here today, too." Gong Changyang said with a smile, "Boss Wen, you're shaking so hard. Don't be afraid. I won't touch you now, or else Director Xie will blame me. But Director Xie also said that when he gets tired of playing with you, he'll give you to the people below, and everyone who sees you will get a share. Of course, I heard that you used to be a male prostitute, so dealing with these people shouldn't be a big deal..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and turned all the anger and pain in his heart into obscene humiliation, spewing it on Wen Qiu. But what annoyed him was that, perhaps because he was stunned by the beating, Wen Qiu's eyes were always distracted, as if he didn't exist, just staring blankly at the door.

"I told you not to look!" Gong Changyang raised his hand angrily again.

However, Wen Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen something, and he shouted in surprise: "Pei Du! Here!"

"What?!" Gong Changyang's heart was filled with alarm and he looked back suddenly. The door was still pitch black and there was nothing there.

However, at the same time, he felt a strange pain in his stomach, as if a hot knife was cutting into butter, and the skin and flesh were melting and spreading to both sides.

He lowered his head in shock and saw a fruit knife inserted into his fat belly. Wen Qiu held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed the knife downwards in front of him.

He opened his mouth in horror and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhh——!"

Wen Qiu struggled to crawl out from his shackles, his clothes were soaked with blood. He huddled in a corner with a knife in his hand, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath as if he had survived a disaster.

He doesn't want to stay in the past and always be a victim, he has to save himself.

His distracted eyes became clear and sharp, and finally, as Gong Changyang wished, he just looked at him, watching him wailing and rolling around, and destroying himself.

(End of this chapter)