I felt a burst of energy penetrate my body, the soreness disappeared, and I took a deep breath. Wow! Obviously I can feel the muscles beating and the blood is rushing.
You may not need it, but wear a mask just in case to make sure you don't run into anyone. This is more important than catching up with us. "
I put the welding mask on my face and had to pull up the small black mask to see clearly. The rectangular glass cracks had some scratches, but they were not enough to hinder his vision.
Jǐng's car drove away, and Garroville flew over, I waited, they disappeared out of sight, I kept waiting. The passerby stood there wearing a mask, shaking expectantly, and the passerby gave me an uncomfortable expression.
Walk five blocks forward, then turn right. Tell me when you reach your goal.
I rushed forward, the strength of my legs jumping on the sidewalk exceeded expectations, but it can be said that I have not even broken my potential. When I saw an intersection full of passing vehicles, I realized that I couldn't stop in time, so I didn't. I was in a traffic jam. A car in the small town of Baisè whistled at him. I jumped off the roof and stopped on the sidewalk.
Running is easy, as if no effort is required, as if running is more natural than walking. Someone came out of a shop in front of me, and I slid over the flap of my coat. I slowed down to make sure I could control the situation.
I got to the turn, I said to Garroville.
Keep going until you see the slope of the highway, and then go up.
People became blurred, so I slowed down again. The sidewalk in front was full of people. Seeing that I could almost keep up with the pace of the car, I didn't feel a little breathless, and couldn't help laughing in his mask as I looked for the road speed signs. He saw one that said "40 kilometers per hour".
But once I got on the highway, the car started to pass me again. I pushed my leg with the greatest strength, making sure that I was running much faster than before, but the car was still roaring, I stopped by the roadside, and the next sign I saw was "110km/h".
However, after at least half an hour of running, I left the highway as instructed by Garrowville and found myself breathing heavily, but not gasping for breath. My blood still needs extra air, but my muscles are not injured or tired at all.
Soon I arrived in a quiet place. Jǐng's car was parked in a lane on the street. When I saw the death god approaching, I slowed down.
"How fast—" I stopped and slid the mask off my face. "How fast am I?" When standing still, I can feel my heart beating faster than ever.
Garowell shrugged. How fast can your body run so as not to tear yourself apart
I scratched my head, and when I came back, my hands were still wet.
Officer Mallory Jǐng is at his house. You should keep your distance until a black truck stopped in front of the house and he stopped. Five men came out. Two people started at the front door, and three went to the back. You'd better put on a mask.
OK.
I rushed to the house and saw them knocking on the door.
Deal with the latter ones first.
All right.
I sneaked into the backyard along the neighbor's fence, and the three of them immediately noticed me and strengthened their posture, putting their hands in their coats.
"Who the hell are you?" said the one with the square chin. "What the hell is the mask?"
Uh... I heard that your pipe is leaking
Before we...Leave here.
"You don't have time to talk." Galloville touched my shoulder, and the familiar pain flashed through his body. "Go ahead."
I rushed to the youngest guy. He drew a gun, but squashed him before he could shoot. The man didn't get up. The other two shots, I got two shots in the chest, and then reached the other person's chest and hit him in the face. I kicked his gun away.
Gunshots broke out in the house.
I slammed the door open and found Mallory curled up in the back of the kitchen, holding his side with one hand, trying to reload his weapon with the other, and staring at me. A gunman with a ponytail was in the hall, and I went straight to him. A bullet penetrated the mask and pierced the neck. I yanked the man's gun away and smashed it in the face. A few teeth flew out of his mouth and hit the hardwood floor.
The last mob fell at the other door, his head exploded and blood shed all over the floor. Officer Mallory Jǐng took a breath and looked at me. There was no doubt that he wanted to ask an obvious question, but he took out a cell phone and dialed the phone. He tried to stand up, but slipped and fell on the counter, bleeding almost like the dead man.
"I want to assume—ah—you didn't come to kill me," the Jǐngcha said as he put the phone to his ear. "I need an ambulance." He put his eyes on me, and he added: "I think there is another person here who is in a worse situation than me."
He tried to speak, but the bullet in his throat prevented him from speaking. Galloville rescued me, and I could feel the body contracting and expanding, the broken bones trembled when they re-contacted, and the bullets squeezed out of the body and dripped onto the floor.
"Who are you?" Officer Jǐng finally asked.
"What are you going to tell him?" Garroville said.
I suddenly felt relieved because that awkward face was hidden, and I decided to do what I was born to do without saying anything.
"Hmm—" Mallory paused and made a face. "—Thank you for your help, although I can't imagine why you did it."
Ask him who sent these people.
"Who sent these people to kill you?"
Mallory squinted, and in my silence, he said: "Rofal. Joseph Rofal."
"Because you want to testify against him in court?"
Not against him, but his dirty nephew. I was there and I saw him kill the boy, damn little bastard—"He started coughing because of pain. His skin became pale and his face was full of sweat. "Now I am dead because of that little bastard? I should... should shoot that... idiot... His eyes seemed to suggest that he had forgotten what he was talking about, or that he didn't care anymore.
"Ask his family."
"Your family," I said, "you... do you think they are also in danger?"
Mallory just sat there, breathing slowly, staring blankly at the yellow cupboard in front of him, the Jǐng flute in the distance told me it was time to leave.
"Officer Mallory Jǐng, your family... I can help."
"I think you should go now, Fan Fan, I don't think he can hear you."
Blood dripped from the corner of Jǐngcha's mouth.
"Officer Mallory Jǐng...say something. Nod if you can hear me. If you can, wink..."
Fan Fan.
"Is he? He is not... You... You know, right?"
"He's not dead yet," Garroville said, but he may not be able to survive it.
"You can't... do anything? Nothing... ?"
I'm very sorry.
I closed my eyes and sighed. "I couldn't save him...?"
We failed, Fan Fan. The sound of the Jǐng flute is loud enough to fill the room. If you don’t run now, our failures will only increase.
I ran out through the back door, through the backyard, over the fence, and avoided the street.
"You should take off your shirt."
He and I stopped behind the corner of a stucco house and looked down at my shirt, which was covered with bullet holes and blood. "This..." I sighed. "This will be a disaster, won't it... ?"
"Probably."
But I don’t know if... uh.
This is not a time to be shy, Fan Fan.
"You said it as if it would make any difference..."
"Take off that damn shirt!"
When I looked at the wet cloth, I realized my hands were shaking, my arms, and even my chest. It is faint, almost invisible unless it stands still, but it is there.
what! Your body has been in shock. I tried to suppress this effect, but it was expected.
"What? Why am I in shock?"
Really? You just got five shots, Fan Fan. Not to mention that you see a person’s brain flowing out of his brain. And Mallory. I am surprised that this kind of thing didn't happen when you were assassinated last night. relax for a moment. sit down. You will be fine.
The Jǐng report has stopped. I sit on the grass with my legs crossed, and I try to think. I touched the bullet hole with my thumb. "What did I do wrong, Garroville?" I whispered. "I could have saved him... couldn't I? I messed up.
The god of death is floating around. Do you remember what I said before? Sometimes, there is no good choice.
Should this be a comfort
No, but this is not the case, because we should not feel comfortable, and comfort makes us complacent.
"So... what are you talking about?"
I mean we have tried our best, we will not be frustrated by failure, our response is to get better, until our best condition is good enough.
I hesitated, but nodded solemnly. After a while, he asked: "What should we do now?"
At least, you need to change clothes. Do you know how to get home
"Um... Actually, no. I'm completely lost..."
"Then I will take you home, and then go back and observe by myself. I hope I can find the whereabouts of the mother and daughter. Take your mask away, it will only attract attention, it's a bit cold, but without your shirt, you look like Like a jogger."
I put the mask and shirt in the bag, and then started running, as far as possible on the sidewalk.
I kept thinking about this scene in my mind, and constantly questioning my decision during the battle. Maybe it was a mistake to kill the three people first, or maybe the gunfire alarmed the two in front of them, causing them to start shooting at Mallory earlier. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)