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It was better to wait until nightfall to take action. Lu Xiaoran thought to himself. It was still daytime, and any movement on his part would easily attract attention, making it somewhat inconvenient. Waiting until the sky was completely dark before acting would be much safer.
So, Lu Xiaoran spent the entire afternoon in the shelter, and as evening approached and darkness began to settle in, he pulled open the drawer beneath the bed and retrieved the Hazmat Suit he had previously copied. After removing the respirator from the back of the suit, it looked like a piece of black armor, imposing and formidable.
Wearing the Hazmat Suit, Lu Xiaoran bent down and lifted the Waste Tank from the corner of the room. This Waste Tank was filled with clean water that he had copied earlier. As long as he poured out this water, he could use his Freezing Ability to freeze it at any time.
Since you all might shoot me at any moment, I’ll just kill you before you can make a move. A cold smile crept onto Lu Xiaoran's lips. Strike first to gain the upper hand; those who hesitate will suffer. He was not about to give Yang Yin the chance to attack him first.
He devised a plan that would not only allow him to eliminate Yang Yin and Tang Mo but also copy their Abilities. Lu Xiaoran picked up his phone and found the chat window with Yang Yin on WeChat. He had previously exchanged contact information with Yang Yin, so he could send a message directly, which Yang Yin would receive.
Lu Xiaoran typed in the chat: "Yang Yin, I have some information regarding Ma Zhibiao. Come over now; I’ll explain everything in detail."
At that moment, Yang Yin was in his room when he saw Lu Xiaoran's message. He paused for a moment, surprised. Information about Little Ma?
Yang Yin frowned slightly, his expression darkening. Earlier that morning, Lu Xiaoran had sneaked away during their firefight with the enemy, leaving him wondering what he had been up to. This action deepened Yang Yin's suspicions about Lu Xiaoran.
Now seeing Lu Xiaoran mention Ma Zhibiao, he instinctively began to doubt him. According to Lu Xiaoran's previous account, they had parted ways at the foot of the mountain.
Regarding the cause of Ma Zhibiao's death, Lu Xiaoran should know nothing at all. Yet now he claims to know some details, which makes him very suspicious.
For the time being, I should listen to what he has to say. If things don't seem right, I'll just pull out my gun and shoot him dead.
Yang Yin picked up the handgun from the table and confirmed that there were still three bullets in the chamber. He tucked the gun into his waistband and made his way up the stairs to the third floor, arriving at the door of Room 30 where Lu Xiaoran lived.
Just as Yang Yin was about to raise his hand to knock, he noticed that Lu Xiaoran's door was not fully closed; it was slightly ajar. Through the crack, he could faintly see the light inside the room.
Yang Yin pushed the door, and it swung open immediately. He raised his head and looked around the room, searching for any sign of Lu Xiaoran.
The spacious room was empty; after searching for a while, Yang Yin couldn't find even a trace of Lu Xiaoran.
How strange. Wasn't this kid the one who called me over? Why isn't he in here now?
Just as Yang Yin was feeling puzzled, he noticed something on Lu Xiaoran's bed that seemed out of place.
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