Redemption (12) _1
Every thread in the biochemical poison mist was like a thread. Through various methods, they penetrated into the skin.
This poisonous fog was not a biochemical weapon that existed in the country.
There was almost no light in the White Tower, and the first floor had the most poisonous fog. Meng Fu's breathing was so shallow that he could not breathe. All the sounds and light in front of him turned into pictures.
She made a prompt decision. She took out a golden needle and directly inserted it into an acupoint.
Her eyes regained some clarity. She kicked away the obstacle in her way and walked up directly.
Without changing his expression, he took out another golden needle and inserted it into his arm.
Upstairs.
The control panel was the place Guan shuxian was most familiar with. He had been there several times with Dean li, so he knew the equipment here the best.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the complex algorithms on the central supercomputer.