Pampered By All In Different Planes

Wen Qingyu also thought of her family situation, and the look in his eyes immediately became much softer, filled with pity, and sentiments that were about to burst forth.

"If you're willing, we—"

"Bang—"

His words were interrupted by a sudden sound from outside.

"Gunshots!!"

Su Zhiruan couldn't even bother with eating anymore; she immediately stood up, her gaze sharp and piercing.

Wen Qingyu might not have heard them, but she had.

That sound was definitely a gunshot.

Being able to use such firearms now, one could imagine, the other party was no simple foe.

They couldn't exit through the hole they had dug, so Su Zhiruan quickly went up to the third floor.

Seeing her expression so serious, Wen Qingyu also rushed to the third floor, taking three steps at a time.

By now, the windows on the third floor had all been sealed, with heavy snow making it impossible to see outside.

"This snow is fresh and not so compact; let's try to open it without being discovered," Su Zhiruan said as she twisted the window handle and grabbed a small shovel from nearby.

The snow at the very top of the third floor was freshly fallen, so it was fairly loose, while the snow at the bottom of the windows had accumulated over time and was more solid; they primarily focused on shoveling the ice chunks at the bottom of the windows.

After two weeks of training, the two of them were quite experienced in shoveling snow. Their movements were extremely skilled, and soon, the window began to loosen.

"Let's go slow, don't get caught," Su Zhiruan said softly, trying to keep the shape of the snow pile intact, as she and Wen Qingyu slowly pushed the window open.

They were at the very top window, cautiously poking a small gap.

Now, they could clearly see the scene outside.

Somehow, two or three men had arrived at the gates of the mental hospital.

Su Zhiruan, watching them loitering outside the iron wire fence, felt a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she had used an item from the System Mall.

The iron wire fence was reinforced high, even higher than the top third floor of the mental hospital, indestructible. This made the three burly men in camouflage coats wander continuously, trying to find a breakthrough.

All three men were armed with heavy weaponry.

The man on the right had a long scar on his face, and his expression was full of impatience, the barrel in his hand smoking.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu watched cautiously.

"Will they charge in?" Wen Qingyu squinted, "I know how to deal with them."

But Su Zhiruan stopped him, her voice very soft, "No need to confront them."

"Huh?" Wen Qingyu turned his eyes towards the outside, also asking Su Zhiruan in a low voice.

"Just wait and see," Su Zhiruan estimated the height of the iron wire and the strength of the electric fence; she believed that the System's product wouldn't be lacking, so she added, "I have a foolproof strategy. If it doesn't work, we'll find a way to deal with them."

"Okay." Wen Qingyu stood beside her, watching the men outside together.

The two were very close, Su Zhiruan in the front, and Wen Qingyu right behind her.

Though he was only twenty, he had a good build, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, much taller than her. Standing behind her now, his right hand rested on the window sill, half embracing her, constantly vigilant.

After Su Zhiruan's momentary distraction, her attention returned to the gate outside.

The three men cursed loudly and surveyed the area before thinking of violently breaking open the iron bars.

After all, in their view, how could iron bars withstand a cannon? Moreover, the enclosed place must be special, at the very least containing many supplies.

So the burly men quickly reached an agreement.

One of them began to throw grenades toward the iron wire fence.

Another one opened fire directly.

With the snow already falling, their actions were just too noisy.

Watching, Su Zhiruan knew the outcome was decided.

As expected.

It wasn't long before—

Watching the iron fence that didn't budge, their patience gradually ran out, and the three began to curse loudly.

"What the hell is this thing, the cannon can't even break it open! What kind of place is this!"

"If it can't be opened, there must be good stuff inside, keep at it, brothers!"

"Let's just go up and see, this damn thing is so well-fortified, we don't know what's inside."

...

So, the three men joined forces, ready to take a closer look at the iron wire fence.

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