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Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 811
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Chapter 811

With a "bang", the tightly locked door of the lab was opened. At this time, there was already a monstrous sea of fire

in the lab, and the temperature was frighteningly high. The smoke was rolling, and the situation could not be seen

clearly. There were still burning shelves falling down, and there were sounds of experimental instruments exploding.

It was a mess and a purgatory.

The wind blew through the hall, blowing away the smoke. The little girl lying on the ground, who seemed to have

lost consciousness, had a burning red face. Obviously, she had stepped into the gate of hell.

The man quickly ran to the toilet to wet his coat, covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth, and rushed into the

sea of fire. The smoke was too thick. Even though he could determine the general location with a glance before, he

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still searched for a long time in the smoke and dust ruins. During that time, he was almost hit in the head by a fallen

wooden shelf.

Finally, his fingers touched the girl's hot skin. The man pulled her up and covered her mouth and nose with his coat.

Crystal opened her eyes in a daze, but she couldn't see who was in front of her.

"Boom!" The huge shelf where the laboratory's files were stored suddenly collapsed, and sparks flew in all

directions. In an instant, the exit was blocked, and the person's face became very ugly.

"I'll carry you on my back. You should try your best to hold on to me."

Crystal paused and recognized the voice. "Lars??"

Lars, who was originally sleeping in the laboratory upstairs, was awakened by smoke. The smoke from the fire

downstairs, rushed up from the cracks in the floor, the walls, and the exhaust gas, which almost made Lars choke

to death.

He hurried out of the room. When he went downstairs, he saw that the fire was raging in the lab, and the door was

locked from the outside.

At first, Lars thought that there was a cigarette butt or something that would cause a fire in the laboratory. It was

not until he saw through the crack in the door that he realized that it was probably a deliberate murder. After a long

time, Lars felt that Crystal was really very lucky. Because although he was a teenager who loved fighting, his grades

were very excellent, and he was very popular with the teacher. In order to let him integrate into the group, the

teacher gave him the job of patrolling the laboratory. Therefore, he had almost all the keys to the lab.

Otherwise, with the big lock and iron chain hanging at the door, it would be hard to open it with brute force alone.

Perhaps, he could only collect Crystal's body after it was opened.

Lars carried her on his back, handed the wet clothes to Crystal, and said, "Cover your nose and mouth and mine.

Try to wrap your body with the clothes as much as possible so as not to be burned. Do you understand?"

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Crystal took a light breath and said, "Got it."

Fortunately, Crystal's weight was very light. It was not a big deal for Lars to carry her on his back. What was

troublesome was that there was a large burnt shelf in front of the door. The smell of plastic, wood, and paper was

mixed together, which was particularly disgusting. Lars took a deep breath and ran out with

Crystal on his back. But when he was about to reach the door, there was another "bang"-

The wooden rack embedded in the wall, used to hold specimens, collapsed almost instantaneously. Lars quickly

threw Crystal out with force, causing her to fall to the ground and feel dizzy. Lars used his own back to withstand

the impact of the falling rack. The jar fell to the ground with a loud "crash", spilling a large amount of formalin, a

water-soluble solution of formaldehyde that was highly flammable. The moment it was spilled, it erupted into large

sparks. If it weren't a matter of life and death at that moment, it could even be described as romantic.