Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 142

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Wu Yu's face was sinking like water, and he walked quickly through the factory building. Every window was smashed by a shot along the way. The howling cold wind poured in through the continuous crackling of the glass, forming a strong north-south convection, dispelling the already very thin poisonous gas.

"Who - ah!"

As soon as the poisoned bodyguard stumbled around the corner, Wu Yu shot him in the middle of the door, and fell to the ground, with blood mixed with white brains gurgling out of his forehead. Wu Yu leaned over and snatched the submachine gun from the corpse. Before more bodyguards came, he slid into the corner of the wall and kicked the empty wine bottle that was thrown there at an unknown time. Huh—

The glass bottle raised an arc in the darkness, and smashed into the garbage heap far away in the corridor!

Bodyguard conditioned reflex: "There!" "There!"

Several submachine guns immediately fired at the trash can. At the same moment, Wu Yu appeared from the other corner and fired accurately within a thousandth of a second. The timing, accuracy, and bullet utilization were all at their peak. Before he could even react, he was beaten into a sieve in the blink of an eye!

"Who?" "Stop!" "Stop!!"

More horses were attracted by the sound of gunfire, but Wu Yu seemed to be a cheetah in the dark night. He kept his footsteps, the muzzle of the gun was forward, and there was no gap in the firepower at all. The shells clanked and splattered. When there were only a few bullets left in the submachine gun, he held the gun in one hand and changed the magazine in the other, clicked the trigger, and turned around the corner of the corridor, squinting his sharp black eyes behind the gas mask.

It's Bu Chonghua!

In the middle of the long corridor in the distance, Bu Chonghua was pinching the shark to the ground and choking his neck. On the stairs further away, several horses were roaring and running down. gun-

It's too late to say hello, let alone respond, all life and death are at this moment.

Wu Yu raised his gun with both hands, opened fire blatantly, and the charging bullets poured out!

Da da da da da!

The hot bullet casings flew and splashed in the narrow space, and the horse boy on the stairs instantly turned into a human shield, roaring and running away. A few seconds later, Wu Yu filled the magazine and emptied the empty box. He threw the empty submachine gun with his hand.

"Fuck!" Only the last bodyguard was left with red eyes, crouching by the handrail of the stairs, just as he was about to take the opportunity to open fire on Wu Yu, but not far away, the young god of death in black had disappeared—

In the next second, a strong wind came from overhead with the shadow, and Wu Yu flew down like a flying falcon, hitting him like a chest with one knee!

With a plop, the bodyguard fell a few steps away, his sternum collapsed and his whole body twitched. Wu Yu stepped forward and stepped on his chest, leaned over exhausted to pick up his gun, and then "clicked!" with one hand and broke his neck bone.

The head of the corpse drooped down, Wu Yu stood up, panting and looking at Bu Chonghua.

Bu Chonghua lay on his back on the ground, poisoning and physical exhaustion had made his consciousness very trance, and he could hardly tell whether everything in front of him was reality or a dream. He saw the thin black-clothed figure walk forward step by step, kneel beside him on one knee, take off his gas mask, revealing a familiar and sad face.

Is that Wu Yu? he thinks.

Isn't this an illusion

Wu Yu's chest rose and fell violently, and he kept making a hoarse gasp full of blood. He hugged Bu Chonghua's head with one hand, grabbed a box of naloxone hydrochloride injection from the ground full of broken glass, gritted his teeth and pulled out the needle to absorb the medicine. , leaned over and placed a kiss on Bu Chonghua's handsome face full of blood, dust and sweat.

"It'll be all right soon, it's all right," he murmured. "It's all right."

"… "

Bu Chonghua's amber pupils stared at him, unable to take his blurry eyes away from Wu Yu's face, he wanted to reach out to touch the close eyebrows, but he tried to raise his hand but moved his fingers, and then felt A tingling in the veins of the arm.

It was Wu Yu who gave him the antidote.

The quick-acting potion was slowly injected into his body. I don't know if it was a drug or a psychological effect. Bu Chonghua finally recovered a bit of strength from the dizziness, and said intermittently: "You...don't...this time...do..."

Don't leave me this time.

The police are coming right away, and this can all be over soon.

Wu Yu didn't answer him, his eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"...Wan..." Bu Chonghua closed his eyes and couldn't stop panting, and used all his strength to signal upstairs, "Wan Changwen..."

Wu Yu said hoarsely, "It's too late."

Bu Chonghua was extremely drowsy, but he soon understood why it was too late.

Wu Yu stood up and quickly checked the shark that fell not far away. There was no foreign body in the mouth and respiratory tract, but the carotid artery stopped beating and there was no pupil reaction. He murmured something silently. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it might be a dirty word. Then he took out another tube of antidote, plunged it into the drug lord's arm and pushed it to the bottom, and quickly pressed his heart hard!

Wu Yu's hands were extremely strong and fast. Every time he pressed, his sternum sank by five centimeters. He completed three or four sets of CPR in one minute without stopping. All those skilled and calm reactions were almost robbing people from the hands of death. After the last strong press, the shark suddenly trembled, his chest bulged, and his upper body bowed forward like an electric shock—

At this moment, the engine of the vehicle suddenly sounded one after another outside the door, and footsteps came from a distance: "Who is there?" "Who is there!" "Stop!"

The voice was obviously not a policeman, and Bu Chonghua's heart sank. He raised his eyes and met Wu Yu's shriveled pupils, and then the two of them looked into the distance at the same time.

A large group of bodyguards with guns and live ammunition rushed from outside the factory building. The two in front were wearing Wan Changwen, who was unconscious. The leading man was silver-rimmed glasses, a light gray coat, and a gas mask in his hand. Although he was embarrassed, he walked in a hurry. , it's Qin Chuan!

The bodyguards lost their voices: "Mr. Phillip!"

At this moment, the shark finally took in a convulsive breath of his own accord, he was alive!

The situation, which was still in a certain position just now, changed suddenly, Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu looked at each other by coincidence, and immediately saw the same tension in each other's eyes.

"Inject the antidote for Boss Wan, hurry up." Qin Chuan instructed his subordinates incessantly. When he turned his head, he glanced at Bu Chonghua, who was sitting in the corner. In that lightning-like moment, no emotion was revealed, and he turned to Wu Chonghua. Yu, half kneeling on the ground, motioned him to hand over the shark to himself: "How is Mr. Phillip?"

Wu Yu didn't move.

He pressed his hand between the shark's throat, narrowed his eyes and stared at Qin Chuan, as if a dangerous thought flashed through in an instant.

Qin Chuan didn't give in, glanced at the muzzles lined up behind him as if unintentionally, and then increased his tone: "How is Mr. Phillip?"

"… "

The confrontation was about to break out, but in the eyes of others, it was only half a second, and Wu Yu finally moved his hand away.

Qin Chuan's shoulders loosened almost invisibly, he immediately took the shark, quickly checked his breathing and pulse, and beckoned to the bodyguard: "Fortunately, the painter saved your boss - immediately move Mr. Phillip to the car outside, and let him lie on his side with his head on his back. Lean back and keep breathing, fast! You all go!"

The bodyguard dared to delay this, and immediately took the shark with all his hands and feet, and several people carried him and flew out at the same time.

"Boss Qin!" He knelt down on Wan Changwen's side, raised his head and trembled, "Boss Wan didn't wake up! What should I do?!"

Wan Changwen didn't wake up, but his chest was still heaving slightly, obviously he still had the last half of his breath left.

Qin Chuan's expression moved slightly behind his silver-rimmed glasses, but the murderous intent that flew by quickly was invisible to all drug dealers except himself.

It's just a momentary thing.

"Let me and the painter handle it here. You can go outside and continue to rescue Mr. Phillip." When Qin Chuan turned back, he couldn't see the slightest difference. The left hip and knee are fixed at right angles, go! Very important!"

The shark looked uncertain, and his subordinates had no masters. He instinctively said, "Yes!" Then he flew out following Qin Chuan's order.

These series of actions by Qin Chuan were very strong and clear, so they had an immediate effect. The bodyguards who were still bristling with guns just now ran outside, and there were only himself, Wu Yu, Bu Chonghua leaning against the wall, who was extremely weak, and Wan Chang, who was lying unconscious on the ground and could die at any time. arts.

The atmosphere suddenly became very strange and tense, Bu Chonghua turned his head to look at Wu Yu, Wu Yu stared at Qin Chuan on alert, Qin Chuan looked at the scattered corpses on the stairs in the distance, and raised his eyebrows subtly:

"... If I'm not mistaken, your motivation for rescuing Mr. Phillip just now was not that old-fashioned, was it painter?"

Wu Yu didn't say a word.

Bu Chonghua's tone was full of irony: "If I'm not mistaken, you just grabbed the shark from our hands and rushed people to take it to the car outside. It seems that your motivation is not so loyal!"

Qin Chuan didn't care at all, he blinked his eyes tacitly, and then looked out - sure enough, a faint sound of sirens was coming from the wind in the distance.

"I just want to guard my little shop and enjoy life. I don't want to be suspected by those outlaws, nor do I want to be in prison to be visited by my old colleagues who eat three meals a day." Qin Chuan looked sincere. Regret: "So I'm sorry, detachment. I have my own way of dealing with problems, and I won't cooperate with any of you too much."

This bastard surnamed Qin has just brought people here, and the sequence of every sentence and every command has been carefully designed. First, a group of submachine guns suppressed the scene and took the shark away, and then left everyone behind to leave him alone. Anyway, before the shark was caught, it was impossible for Wu Yu to tear his face and catch him, so he now has all the chips, no matter what he wants to say, he can be called fearless. .

"Why did you escape from the gas chamber just now?" Bu Chonghua asked with narrowed eyes.

Qin Chuan walked up to Wan Changwen and said lightly while checking his breath, "Because I never put myself in a situation where there is no way out!"

Wan Changwen's pulse has disappeared, but there is still a trace of breath. Qin Chuan seemed to feel a little ironic, stood in the increasingly clear siren and pondered for a moment, then took off the pistol from his waist and threw it to Bu Chonghua, and kicked the old drug lord with his toes:

"He's yours now, Bu detachment!"

Bu Chonghua couldn't move, raised his hand to take the gun he threw, frowning.

"Go back and tell Yan Xun and the surnamed Jiang. This is the last time I'll take care of their daring cousin. Next time it won't be so good." Qin Chuan put his hands in his pockets and turned to Wu politely. Yu: "I'm leaving, painter, do you want to come with me or stay?"

Bu Chonghua suddenly looked at Wu Yu and met Wu Yu's pale and bloodless face.

The siren was getting more and more urgent, but Qin Chuan was calm, as if he already knew the answer. I saw Wu Yu lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly in the shadows. After a few seconds, he said, "...I'll go with you."

Bu Chonghua said angrily, "Wu Yu!"

Qin Chuan said, "I'll only wait for you for 60 seconds." Then he turned around without hesitation and strode out.

Outside the factory building, the bodyguards continued to rescue the sharks while retreating beside the cars where the drug dealers were about to escape. As Qin Chuan walked out, he gestured for them to wait a moment. No one could see the corner of the wall deep in the corridor. Wu Yu was half-kneeling in front of Bu Chonghua, his eyes were red, his lips were trembling slightly, and he rubbed the belly of his thumb hard. His face was covered in gun smoke and blood.

"Don't go, it's too dangerous," Bu Chonghua gasped violently: "It's too dangerous..."

"I know." Every word of Wu Yu seemed to be squeezed out of a sour throat, with a trembling blood and rust breath: "I know, but there is no way."

He put his cold lips against Bu Chonghua's hair, as if he wanted to capture the familiar smell of the forest and sea in his memory from the strong blood, gunfire, drugs and other peculiar smells around him, and it would be forever engraved in his mind.

"Remember what you said to me? You said that some things always have to be done by someone, and you can't hide for a lifetime?"

Bu Chonghua seemed to have been stabbed into his heart by a red-hot steel needle, and his internal organs were curled up in pain.

"—Dare, faith, no turning back..." "No matter how dangerous the front is, I will never stop going forward!" "Do you know that the more you are afraid of some things, the more you are afraid of it? Do you just want to be a wise and protective coward?" "Wu Yu! You can't hide forever by hiding!"…

Under the vast sky of the martyr's cemetery, he heard his roar resounding again, and the sound echoed clearly, as if it was in his ears.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you that day." Wu Yu whispered: "Actually, I want to be with you, but I just dare not admit it."

The dimness and extreme weakness made it difficult for Bu Chonghua to see things clearly. He felt the hot liquid dripping from the side of his nose and fell to the ground along his cheek.

He couldn't tell whose tears it was.

"If I can't come back, you must live well... Live to avenge me."

Wu Yu finally leaned over and kissed his sharp eyebrows, stood up tremblingly, smeared Bu Chonghua's side cheeks with his bloody palms, it was a resolute farewell, and then turned and walked out.

Behind him, Bu Chonghua was suddenly frozen, his pupils dilated unbelievably to the extreme, the same picture 20 years ago whizzed through time and space—

"Dad, mom, mom..." "The two kids ran out! Chase!" "There! There!!"

"Are we going to die?" The nine-year-old Xiaobu Chonghua wiped away more and more tears, desperately trying to recognize who the boy who saved him was in front of him. Qing: "We're going to die, what should we do, we're going to find Mom and Dad—"

Covering his incoherent whimper with one hand, the thin, half-year-old boy stood up, his eyes frighteningly bright in the dark night: "No, you have to live."

"no no… "

"You can take revenge if you live, and avenge your parents."

Xiaobu Chonghua shuddered and froze.

The boy's bloody palm wiped the tears from his cheeks, as if it was a decisive goodbye, and then he jumped out of the pit, like a young leopard covered in blood and fighting to the death, facing the roar of the gangster and the car. The lights are out!

The unforgettable image from twenty years ago overlapped with this moment. That thin, firm, and scarred hand once again passed through the flames of war and scattered life and death, leaving a blood-stained fingerprint in the depths of his soul.

"... Wu Yu," Bu Chonghua panted and leaned in the darkness, stretched out his hand to the half-old child who was running towards the other side under the moonlight, trying to call him back: "Don't go there, Wu Yu..."

But he was actually speechless.

The siren is getting closer and closer, and the rapid red and blue light shines around, reflecting the messy scene full of bullet casings and corpses. Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, the consciousness of high-intensity operation for several hours was like the end of a strong arrow, and finally reached the limit at this moment and fell into the dark abyss.