I haven't ridden a motorcycle for a long time. I feel that this motorcycle is very broken. There is noise in the cylinder and the speed is also very problematic. In my eyes, this kind of motorcycle can be regarded as garbage. After all, when I was young, I spent some time among the Biaoche clan in Nanjing.
I felt that the strength of the woman holding me behind me seemed to be a little weak, and her body was a little crooked. Obviously, after being shot in the shoulder, one arm couldn't use the strength.
I had no choice but to free up a hand to back her upright, but I felt the blood on her shoulder flowing down my sleeve. It soaked through my clothes in no time, sticky...
I frowned secretly, and kept an eye on the road to the left and right while I was setting up the car. At this moment, I suddenly heard the roar of the car behind me. I glanced at the side-view mirror, and there was a Toyota Corolla rushing up from behind. I vaguely saw a The side window was opened, and someone poked out half of his head from inside to look at me, and then I saw a black hole protruding from the window!
It's a gun!
I cursed, just saw a right-turn intersection ahead, I rushed over immediately, turned slightly sideways, slowed down sharply, and then shifted gears to turn. I haven’t played this kind of action for a long time. There was also a female wounded with a limp body. When I was turning, the car body shook so badly that I was almost turned over. Fortunately, I held the front of the car, and then refueled fiercely...
The Toyota Corolla behind followed closely, and then I heard two bangs, sparks flying, and the other party had already fired! The bullet didn't hit me though, it hit the ground on my side, and another shot shattered my left side view mirror.
hell!
I cursed, and suddenly saw a narrow alley ahead, my eyes lit up immediately!
I know that on the main road, I will definitely not be able to outrun the Toyota Corolla behind me. After all, the motorcycle I am sitting on is too rubbish, and I am not wearing a helmet... It is a small problem without a helmet, but without goggles, it is a big problem up! Because when the speed is increased, the strong wind will make it difficult for me to open my eyes, so that my sight is blocked and I cannot raise the speed to the highest.
The Toyota Corolla at the back was getting closer and closer, and at the same time, the other party fired two more shots. I tried my best to do evasive actions, and the motorcycle swayed left and right twice under my control, and finally reached the alley entrance. With a squeeze of the brake, the locomotive stopped quickly, causing the entire vehicle to roll over immediately! The huge centrifugal force almost caused my car to fly sideways. Fortunately, I managed to hold the front of the car, and at the same time, the supporting feet were firmly fixed on the ground...
The Toyota Corolla whizzed past me very quickly. It didn't have time to stop, but I didn't care about adjusting it, and immediately put the car up and rushed into the small box.
This box is very narrow, and there are trash cans inside, and there are also garbage thrown by people who don’t know who threw it. I tried my best to avoid it, but I still kept moving forward at a high speed. At least I can rest assured that this alley is very narrow, only about two meters wide, and that Toyota Corolla cannot drive in anyway.
I felt my leg knock twice on the trash can, and it hurt so badly. As I was gritting my teeth, suddenly the terrain in front of me changed dramatically! A downward step with about a dozen floors appeared in front of me... My heart was overwhelmed, I squeezed the brakes, slowed down, then bent down and rushed down...
The wheels were bumping on the steps, and I felt like my body was riding a roller coaster. Based on the feeling of vibration, I was sure that the tires of this car must be dying soon! Sure enough, the woman behind me was almost thrown off at the final touch of touchdown. I could only stop the car, then quickly took off my shirt, wrapped her behind me with my clothes, and used the shirt as a rope to fix her. The woman's face was pale with pain, and the blood was still flowing.
I glanced at her, didn't say anything, continued to launch the accelerator and rushed out.
I don't know how to walk through the streets and alleys, and I don't know where the direction ahead is. In short, I don't dare to take the main road, and I go forward when I see a small alley. Along the way, ups and downs, up and down, I don't know where I drove.
After driving blindly like this for half an hour, I stopped in a secluded alley.
There seems to be no movement around here, and there is a dilapidated house next to it. From the dust on the ground at the door, I can see that few people seem to come here.
On both sides are very narrow small buildings that are typical in Vietnam. There is a small open space in the alley. The ground is full of garbage, such as empty wine bottles, plastic bags, etc., everywhere. Based on my feeling, I guess this is probably a slum or something.
I parked the motorcycle, parked it in a backlit place, and helped the woman out of the car. I stood at the door of the room and listened for a while, making sure there was no voice inside, and then I saw that there seemed to be a small staircase next to it. I carried the woman up slowly, and soon reached the top of the building. Here is a flashing iron door. I looked at the big rusty lock on it. Although I judged that there was no one in the house, I really wanted to go in and hide for a while, but I picked a wire from the ground and pointed it at the big lock. I couldn't open it even after poking it for a long time.
After all, I am not a professional thief, and this lock is rusted. If it was just a wooden door, then no way, I would have kicked it open a long time ago. Unfortunately, facing the thick iron fence door, I have no choice but to do so.
I can't walk through walls.
Helping the woman lean against the wall, her lips were already white. I knew she had lost a lot of blood, so I carefully unwrapped the shirt I wrapped around her body, and I found that half of my shirt had been stained red by blood. The woman trembled slightly from the pain, but her eyes were still clear.
I didn't talk to her, and as soon as I tore off the clothes on her shoulder, I saw a bullet hole on her shoulder, and blood was flowing out. I checked to make sure the bullet had passed through the shoulder, and there was a matching bullet hole in the front and back of her shoulder.
She was lucky that the bullet didn't stay in her body.
I tore my own shirt and helped her wrap her shoulders tightly. Now there is no other way, I can only give her "oppression to stop the bleeding". But it doesn't look very good.
The woman leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, inhaling in pain. I looked at the sky, thought for a while, bent down and said to her: "Your injury must be treated, but I don't have anything in my hand now. It's okay here." It's safe, you lie here for a while, I don't think anyone will find it here. I'll go out and find something now, and then I'll come back to you."
The woman looked up at me, and forced a wry smile on her face: "It's okay... It's okay even if you don't come back... After all, we have no relatives and no reason, so you don't have to take risks for me."
I only have one vest now, and the vest is stained with blood. I simply took off the vest, stood in front of her, and said slowly: "You don't have to play mental games with me, and you don't have to say such words to test me. I don't want to save you because of my sympathy. It's just that We went through things together, and I am only responsible for helping you heal the wound, and after that, everyone will go their own way."
Then I stood up, walked down the stairs slowly, glanced at the motorcycle parked in the corner, went to find out my bag, and held it in my hand.
The car can still be driven, but I'm afraid it's out of gas, so I have to figure out where to find some gas. I thought to myself.
It was daylight now.
I walked out of the alley cautiously, turned two turns, and came to the main road outside. This alley is very long, no wonder there are no people in it.
The time happened to be the morning rush hour in a city, the streets were full of pedestrians, and the road was crowded with vehicles, but most of them were motorcycles. Vietnam does not have its own national automobile industry. All automobiles must be imported, but there are many motorcycles.
I'm shirtless, although it's not surprising to be shirtless this season, but it's a bit conspicuous to walk shirtless on the road early in the morning.
I quickly found a 24-hour convenience store and bought a short-sleeved travel shirt to put on. I was relieved and quickly searched the streets.
My goal is clear, to find a pharmacy. But after walking down a street, I still couldn't find it, and I felt a little impatient. At the same time, I was a little nervous and vigilant. After all, I just went through a life-and-death situation, so it’s inevitable that I’m still a little thrilled now. I always feel that those eyes on the street are all looking at me with malicious intentions.
I bought a bottle of mineral water, drank more than half of it in one gulp, put the rest in my bag, and continued on my way. If I saw a patrolman far away along the way, I would try to avoid it as much as possible. But I walked for a long time and still couldn't find the pharmacy...
Moreover, it was only seven o'clock in the early morning, and which pharmacy opened so early
I turned back to the convenience store, found a bottle of high spirits inside, bought two more bottles of mineral water, and some food, turned around and walked back.
On the way, I saw a motorcycle shop and wanted to go to see if I could get some gasoline, but I saw a police car parked not far from the door, so I still didn't go there after thinking about it.