C49

I cursed and drove to the highway, then prepared to leave Shanghai for Hangzhou to hide.

After another 30 minutes or so, I got on the highway. Following behind me was a black Audi SUV. The glass of the copilot's window dropped to reveal a black muzzle, and I could see the PPK's signature hammer from so close up.

"Lil 'White, they even know to install a silencer. It's not too arrogant, right?" I said through clenched teeth, half to myself and half to the white fox. With no company, I often speak to him. Whenever I called him that, his eyes narrowed into a smile. Sometimes he would confide in it, but he didn't have to worry about it being leaked.

He stepped on the accelerator and dodged the bullets. The glass on both sides of the back door shattered, sending glass flying everywhere. The SUV driver, his horse strong and strong, slammed into me like a pure black metal rhinoceros.

The huge collision nearly caused Pushan to fly into the air. The left side of the car was completely deflated. If he were to do this, it would have to be broken into pieces. I crashed through the barricade and got off the highway, ready to run for my life.

Below the highway was a field full of oil cauliflower. To be honest, driving a car in such a beautiful place was a serious crime, but I was running for my life and I didn't have the heart to pretend to be elegant. As the car sped through the fields of oil cauliflower, countless tiny petals of yellow and white were carried into the air, fluttering dreamily like the snow in the northeast. Soon, the car was covered with fragrance and plant juices, but whether those were tears or not was unknown.

The roar of the engine not far behind me told me that this was not the time to be hypocritical or poetic, because I had discovered that escaping from the fields was a very unwise choice. The SUV wasn't just for show. It was about to catch up with my Pusan. Damn it, I bought the car while being stingy and cheap. How come I didn't consider it today?

At the end of the sea was a cluster of villas. There were about a dozen or so small two-story houses. I drove the nearly destroyed car out of the house wall, followed by the SUV. Two reckless security guards ran over, but they were scared into hiding by the five gunmen who jumped down from the SUV. Looking at their faces, they were all Asians.

Breaking open the window, I jump into one of the villas. The owner is not home, as of now, I'm the only one in the whole villa and Lil 'White in my backpack is alive, but there will be 5 more guys with guns soon. The security guard should have already called the police, but the police couldn't possibly be that fast. It's better to beg for help than to beg for help, I still have to rely on myself.

The door was led into a hallway, then through the hallway to the living room and the kitchen. I immediately ran to the kitchen to look for some weapons. As expected, there were several types of knives with different lengths. Fortunately, there was also a microwave oven.

Pulling out a pointed fruit knife, I pried open the bottom of the microwave, found the protection circuit, and cut the wires for the overheated protection circuit. He found some freshener in the kitchen and stuffed the cockroach stuff into the microwave. Then he threw in a few forks and a china plate and a bottle of pepper. This pure white microwave was turned into a powerful bomb by the evil me. The seasoning furnace's door was facing towards the direction of the main entrance. At its maximum power, I pressed the heat switch.

When I was done, I took the kitchen knife and the boning knife and hid beside the refrigerator with the double doors. The enemy did not rush in immediately, because they had to surround the house first to prevent me from escaping through the back door.

The front door was gently opened, and I heard very careful footsteps. Two people came in from the front door, and one person from each of the other three directions was there to guard it. These people were very well-trained.

At the moment, the microwave's buzzing was like a countdown. Now it all depended on how resistant the items in the bottle were to heat. The two of them split up and began to search the room. The footsteps drew closer and closer to me, just as he was about to see me. Finally, the bottles of gas were overheated, causing a huge explosion.

"Peng!" Fragments of the knife, fork and plate flew out at high speed, covering more than half of the living room and kitchen. Long screams came from the thick smoke. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was distracted, I jumped out of hiding and threw out the sharp blade. Then, I charged towards the nearest enemy.

I didn't expect this guy to be so agile. After hearing the noise, he turned around and used the PPK with the silencer to lightly push aside my throwing knife and pulled the trigger. My brain didn't have time to react. My left hand gripped the chopping knife in reverse, pressing the blade against my forearm and tilting it in the direction of my heart, where the bullet had come from.

"Pu" "" Ding "" twice almost at the same time, the bullet hit the slanted knife body and produced a jump bullet, causing a hole to appear on the ceiling. At this moment, I no longer had the time to show mercy as I drew an arc with my blade and hacked down on his hand. He didn't expect me to be so fierce that I cut off four fingers and half a palm before he could react and dropped the gun in the sink. I think he'll be more likeable in the future, because all he has to do is stick out his right hand and give a thumbs-up gesture. After I succeeded, I secretly praised the German knife for being strong, but if it had been a vertical force just now, my arm would have been useless.

He took a few steps back from the wailing, and this was the most melodious scream I had ever heard so far, and with his uninjured left hand he assumed a defensive stance, ready to hold out until his companions came to support him.

I smiled sinisterly. I didn't give him a chance to catch his breath at all. I slashed my right hand upwards, cutting off half of his tie before I could hit him. At this moment, he was completely in a state of panic. He raised the blade in his right hand to attract his attention, and while his foot was stomping on his abdomen, he used the handle of the knife to knock him out while he was bent over. I used seventy percent of my strength. Whether he passed out or died depended on his luck.

He grabbed the PPK from the pool, dug out the index finger from the trigger circle, and threw it away. He was about to fire a few shots at the living room man, but the moment he appeared, he was hit by a burst of random bullets. Determining the direction in which the bullet had come from, I fired back a few shots, then ducked down and used my hands and feet to get to the second floor.

Six rounds of PPK bullets were fired in the blink of an eye. The other party clearly did not have this concern, as the three pistols took turns to fire at the magazine. It seemed like they were prepared to kill me in one shot. The second floor was the master bedroom, the cloakroom type area. In addition to the various clothes hanging above, there was a set of golf clubs under the cloakroom. Between the cloakroom and the path that led to the balcony was a small wine cabinet. It seemed that the owner of this villa had quite a good taste.

There were many kinds of liquor in the wine cabinet, but at the moment I was only interested in flammable spirits. I took a fancy to the Swedish Volt, picked up a small cotton cloth for cleaning the bottle, soaked it in wine, and stuffed it into the mouth of the bottle to make a simple combustion bottle.

On the stairs I lit a paper towel and threw the bottle against the wall. The vodka bottle was so thick that it fell to the wooden floor. After the walls were shattered, the wine splashed everywhere and was ignited again. The three people on the stairs were covered in fire. They immediately took off their clothes to extinguish the fire.

I pulled a long golf club out of the cloakroom and jumped down the stairs, swinging left, right, and down, knocking all the flaming creatures to the ground three times.

After wiping off my fingerprints and footprints, I left the villa before the first siren reached my ears. It wasn't that I didn't feel bad, after all, I didn't trust anyone with my experiences, and I was determined to be locked up as a psychopath.

After leaving the villa area, I found a secluded place to call the insurance company that my car had been stolen. Halfway through the call, I suddenly made a call. Looking at the unfamiliar number, I guessed that it was the person who attacked me today. I wanted to see what kind of tricks the other party was playing, so I pressed the answer button. He had originally thought it would be a classic brain-damaged dialogue, like, "Why did you touch a single hair of my underling? Or maybe you're lucky today, but you can't hide from me for past fifteen years. Let's see what happens." But the voice coming out of the phone is a voice I would never have dreamed of.

Monkey, how have you been?

When I see the Manager Qian later, the first thing I will do is not to hug him, shake his hand or ask him why he isn't dead. As I drove, I wanted to beat him up and let myself get through the year with a great deal of guilt.

However, when I saw him, I immediately gave up on this idea. His transformation was truly too great. Although the original Manager Qian couldn't be considered as 100% male, but at least he was spirited. However, there were a few coin sized dark spots on his face, as if his entire face was burned by someone's cigar. It was also visible on the neck, as well as on the skin that was not covered by the collar.

"You're not dead? Why the fuck didn't you contact me? Do you know how many times I've scolded myself this year? What's wrong with your face? " I replaced the combo punch with the problem of continuous beads.

"It's a long story," Manager Qian waved his hand and called the waiter to order two cups of coffee.

I waved my watch in front of him and said, "Then let's start from the beginning slowly. Big brother has plenty of time."

"Remember when Toby mentioned the Supernatural Hunting Group that belongs to the Pentagon?"

"I know. After we left the oasis, we even met up with them, but they are in the sky and we are underground."

"They saved me before the oasis was destroyed. I am now one of them too." Manager Qian paused, waiting for the waiter with the coffee to leave and continued.

"They saved you? I clearly saw that your heartbeat has stopped? "

"That sun created by the Maya people pulled me back from the brink of death. I am one in ten thousand …" The Manager Qian said with a tone of half luck and half self-mockery.

I've heard Toby say that 99.99 percent of people die on the spot, and 0.01 percent of people go into a diseased state. What do you mean?

Manager Qian undid the buttons on his shirt to let me see that there were some dark black stains on his chest and abdomen. He said, "That's right, you saw these scars, they were all caused by muscle tissue death afterwards, and his hair had almost fallen out. The military's medical experts treated me for six months straight." He took off his hat and showed me the top of his hair. The whole thing was a chemo patient.

"Ai, brother, you must have suffered a lot. No matter what, it's good that you're alive." My eyes are a little watery.

"Alive? Do you know why I didn't tell you? I only have two months left, "Manager Qian's words almost made me jump.

"What?" "Fuck, what kind of joke is this?" As I was shouting so loudly, the waiter came over to say something. Seeing that my eyes were red and ready to eat, he hastily cleared away the other tables.

Manager Qian made a pressing gesture to calm down, but how could I remain calm?

"The density of my bones is increasing, as is my muscles. The experts say that they have begun to affect the blood vessels. If we continue …" "This, this, this, it can't be …" I found it hard to believe, and began to mutter incoherently.

Manager Qian laughed. At this time, I saw a lot of familiar things, I saw the open-minded and optimistic Manager Qian's shadow back then. Although there were some scars on his face that were the size of coins, it made people feel uncomfortable when they smiled. He held out his right hand in a gesture of handshake, but from the way it looked, I knew it was meant to be a contest of strength.

"Yawning? Have you grown up? All those years ago, even those who were cooking in the company's cookhouse could pinch and call you. " I held out my right hand.

The two big hands tightly gripped together and I was immediately startled. Other than the fact that there was still a bit of heat, the rest of it didn't even seem like a human hand. It was simply a 36-7 degree iron lump in my hand.

If it was the previous Manager Qian, he would have begged for mercy a long time ago. However, the current him did not react at all, nor did he move his wrist at all.

By the time I tried five or six times, my hands were already sore. He asked, "Is it over? My turn, right? "