Rebirth: Pampered Wife’S Counterattack

Chapter 853 - Total Annihilation

Fang Xinxin laid on the ground and pretended to be dead. She watched as the helicopter flew away into the distance and disappeared from her sight.

The sun was very warm and the spring weather was cooling.

She wasn't sure how long she needed to lay here before Bai Qinghao would come rescue her.

Considering his ability, he would likely be fast.

Ten hours? Five hours?

Perhaps it would take two to three hours.

Regardless, she was certain he wouldn't take very long.

She would consider this a sunbathing session. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She rolled down the slope and glanced towards the stream across the road.

From where she laid, she could only see the surface of the stream. Ya Lun's 'corpse' was nowhere to be found.

If she had guessed correctly, Ya Lun was most likely alive.

Although the bald man had been one step ahead and fired countless bullets at him, her eyes were sharp and she saw that Ya Lun was only shot once on his arm. How could he possibly die from such a wound?

However, Ya Lun's clothes were torn and covered in blood. It appeared as though he had suffered countless shots.

Although this place was under surveillance, even cameras had their blind spots. A portion of the cameras were likely also damaged by the players.

She dared to bet that Ya Lun had fallen into the drain and played dead because that was a camera blind spot.

The person watching the surveillance cameras must have assumed that he died from his bullet wounds.

Thus, both of them had successfully convinced the organizers and the gamblers of their death.

Otherwise, they would not have announced Bai Qinghao's victory.

However, Ya Lun, that idiot was truly pitiful. Of all places to fall into, why did he choose the drain?

Wasn't the drain water cold?

She wanted to move but did not dare to relax her body for fear of being noticed.

At this thought, she suddenly felt that Ya Lun was smart to have fallen into the drain.

There weren't any cameras in there which meant that he could move as he pleased.

Fang Xinxin sighed internally. Although Ya Lun was soaking in the drain water, he was definitely much more comfortable than she was.

An ant crawled onto her body and bit her. A patch of her skin immediately turned red.

She resisted the urge to slap the ant to death.

A mosquito also landed on her and sucked her blood.

She truly wished that she could jump up and kill the mosquito.

Her body was so itchy!

Unfortunately, she needed to lay here for several more hours.

She cried internally. By then, she would likely be covered in mosquito bites. She truly regretted it. Why didn't she run into a house before dying?

However, most of the homes here were surrounded by nature. They were infested with bugs and were not any better.

She laid in misery for less than ten minutes.

All of a sudden, an automated voice could be heard. "We will now begin pouring fuel."

Over thirty helicopters flew across the sky. Their propellers were especially loud.

Countless buckets of fuel were being poured down.

Fang Xinxin immediately had a sense of foreboding.

It was obvious that they planned on destroying this place!

There were so many corpses here. What better way to remove them than to start a fire?

With this much fuel being poured down, the moment a fire started, it would consume the entire place. Even if she was alive, she was doomed to be burned to death.

She immediately thought of running.

However, she was afraid that the people on the helicopters would notice her. If they fired bullets at her, she would similarly lose her life. Thus, she could only endure it.

Half an hour later, all the helicopters had retreated.

"We will now release the poisonous gas." The automated voice could be heard once more.

Fang Xinxin noticed that a white gas was pouring out from an underground pipe nearby.

Thick poisonous gasses like that were guaranteed to kill with a single inhale.

A mass of poisonous gas slowly spread and approached her.

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