Chapter 53 Chapter Fifty-Three

Mark stumbled all the way down the spiral staircase, holding his hand on the cold railing, his rifle under his arm, his shoes stepped on the blood on the steps, and almost slipped and fell several times.The injured man stumbled down the stairs, screaming as he ran.Every time you pass through a floor, you will encounter curious people gathered on the platform. When the people see this large group of them, they all scream in fright.Behind them were guards chasing them, a group of surviving mechanical and electrical workers. They yelled as they chased, intending to kill them all.In this way, Mark rushed down one floor after another, screams, screams, and roars surrounded him, but he could hardly hear them.

There was a "humming" in his ears, and he could hardly hear other sounds.It was caused by an explosion.That fatal explosion.However, it wasn't the time when the gate of the information area was blown up.That time, he was mentally prepared, and everyone lowered their bodies to seek cover.Also, it wasn't because of the second explosion.The second bomb was dropped by Knox, at the turnstiles in the information area.The worst thing is the third time.the last time.The explosion was caught off guard.He didn't expect that the bomb in her hand would fall to the ground.That silver-haired old lady, the leader of the supplies area.

McClane's bomb.The bomb exploded right in front of his eyes, killing McClane and nearly deafing him. And Knox.That strong and burly leader of the Electromechanical District, his boss, his good friend.He also died. Mark sprinted down the stairs, hurt and terrified.It will take a long time to reach a safe place - the bottom.Moreover, he was anxious to find his wife.He was preoccupied with finding his wife as soon as possible and trying to put the terrible explosion behind him.That explosion claimed his best friend, derailed their plans, and destroyed their chances for justice.At this moment, he could only put all of this behind him.

He vaguely heard gunfire from above, and the clang of bullets hitting the iron stair steps.Fortunately, the bullet hit metal.Mark stayed as far away from the outside rail as possible.The guards would stand on the landing and take aim, hunting them down one shot at a time.This group of workers in the mechanical and electrical area and the material area are good people. They ran all the way down, resisted all the way, and ran for more than ten floors.Mark prayed secretly, hoping that the people above would stop chasing him and give them a chance to rest. Unfortunately, the footsteps continued and the bullets still rained down.

After running half a floor, he caught up with the workers in the three material areas.The one in the middle was injured and put his hands on the shoulders of the two people next to him.There were bloodstains all over their backs.He yelled for them to leave quickly, but he couldn't hear his own voice, he could only feel his own voice vibrating in his chest.He stepped on the soles of his shoes with blood all the time, and his walking was very slippery.Some of it was his own blood. He was wounded in one arm.He held the rifle to his chest with the wounded arm, holding on to the railing with his other hand in case he tripped.In case of tripping, the whole person will fall forward, head first.The spiral staircase is very steep.There is no one of their own in the back.are all dead.When they were still struggling on the top just now, he fired while telling the others to retreat first, but he almost couldn't run away.However, those people above are still chasing after them, not giving up.Occasionally Mark stopped, hastily loaded the gun, and fired aimlessly up the stairwell.He could only try to delay time in this way.

Then, he stopped to catch his breath, leaned against the railing, stretched his upper body out of the railing, and fired at it. Unexpectedly, the bullet could not be fired. So, leaning against the stairwell's central pillar, he reloaded.Reloading is time consuming.His rifle is not the same as the enemy's rifle.His gun can only fire one bullet at a time, and it is difficult to aim, while the enemy's gun is a new type of rifle he has never heard of, and it can fire one round in almost a second.He leaned closer to the outer railing and looked at the platform below. He saw someone open the door and peek outside with his hand on the door frame.right here.Forty-second floor.It was here that he had been separated from his wife before.

"Shirley!" Calling her name, he rushed down the last few steps to the landing.In order to avoid being seen by the enemy above, he leaned close to the inside, and then looked at those who peeped in the door. "My wife!" he raised a hand to his mouth and asked them loudly across the platform.He forgot for a moment that he was the only one who was buzzing in his ears, not those on the opposite side. "Where is my wife?" The stairwell was dimly lit, and he vaguely saw a person on the opposite side opening his mouth as if to say something.But there was a "buzzing" in his ears, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Then he saw another man pointing downstairs.At this time, a bullet suddenly hit the platform with a "bang", and those people suddenly retracted into the door and quickly closed the door.There were people fleeing in a hurry at the bottom, and some people were chasing them at the top, and the whole staircase was shaking.He saw a wire hanging from the railing, and suddenly thought of those farmers who were planning to steal electricity from downstairs.He immediately rushed down the stairs following the wire.All he could think about was finding Shirley. Mark believed that his wife must be inside, so he mustered up his courage and rushed to the opposite side of the platform at the fastest speed, and stuck his whole body against the door.Bullets whizzed past him.Mark grabbed the doorknob and yanked it, calling his wife's name, but the people inside ignored him.There seemed to be a lot of people blocking the door, and the door couldn't be opened at all.He yelled and begged them to let him in, and at the same time he slammed on the small window in the door, leaving faint bloody handprints on the glass.At this time, several bullets hit his feet, and one of them grazed the door.Mark immediately lowered his body, put his arms around his head, and hurried back to the stairs.

Mark could only force himself to go down.He thought to himself, if Shirley really hid inside, maybe it would be safer.She can hide her weapon and blend in with the crowd until things are over.If she's down there, though, then he'll have to catch up to her quickly.No matter what the situation is, he can only go down. Coming to the platform on the next floor, he caught up with the workers in the three material areas just now.The wounded man sat on the platform, his eyes wide open, and the other two stooped to look at him.Their sides were covered with blood from just holding up the wounded.One of them is a female worker, and I met her face-to-face when I first went up.When Mark stopped to ask her if she needed help, he noticed a faint look of anger in her eyes.

"I can carry him on my back," Mark yelled, squatting next to the wounded man. The woman seemed to say something.Mark shook his head and pointed to his ear. She said it again, more emphatically, but Mark still couldn't hear her.Then she gave up and pushed his arm, pushing him away.The wounded man was holding his stomach, and there was a big pool of blood on his stomach that went all the way to the groin, and there seemed to be something protruding from it.He held the thing in his hand.It was an iron pipe with a wheel at the end.That is a chair leg. The woman pulled a bomb from her backpack.That little tin can is surprisingly lethal.She handed the bomb to the wounded man, looking grave.The man took the bomb, his hands were shaking, his knuckles were almost bloodless.

Then, two other workers hurriedly pulled Mark away.So, the man leaned on the platform like this, with a pool of blood on his stomach and a chair leg sticking out.The shouts from above sounded a little far away, but he knew in his heart that they were close to catch up.He looked at the wounded man.The man was hopeless, his eyes were so empty, he was staring at Mark's eyes, his fingers were tightly clasped on the terrible little tin can, his hand was slowly raised, his teeth were clenched, and he was almost grinning.Mark was startled by him and couldn't help but backed away. Then Mark looked up at the stairwell above and suddenly saw shoes on it.It was the black shoe of a ruthless, relentless enemy.Along the way, they stepped on bloodstains.That was the bloodstain left by Mark and his companions.They leave no one behind their guns. Mark was dragged by two other people, almost backwards down the stairs, holding on to the railing with one hand, and staring at the comrade they threw on the platform.At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the door being pushed open. A little boy poked his head out through the crack of the door, but was soon caught by the adults again. Mark was dragged down the stairs for a short distance, and he couldn't see what was going on above the winding stairs.But even though his ears were hard of hearing, he heard faint shots and then an explosion that shook the stairs and knocked him and two others against the banister.His rifle hit the edge of the railing and almost flew out of the railing, and Mark reached out to grab it just in time to keep the gun from falling to the bottom. He froze for a moment, then shook his head, knelt up with his hands on the ground, and slowly stood up.A little dazed, he stumbled down the stairs, feeling the vibration of the stairwell.The whole bunker seemed to circle around him, sinking into a crazy dark world.