After escaping the glass factory, Zhang Heng staggered across the road, nearly getting hit by a speeding truck in the process. The driver hurriedly slammed on the brakes and stuck his head out, cursing, but the moment he saw the submachine gun in someone's hand, the spirit of civilized courtesy immediately rose within him.
The surrounding pedestrians looked at Zhang Heng with terror in their eyes. After all, a blood-covered man holding a gun looked far more like a monster than the things inside the glass factory. Someone had even secretly taken out a phone and started calling the police.
But Zhang Heng had no time to worry about that. Not long after landing, he heard something crash into the wall behind him. The pursuers must have jumped down after him, but they did not have his control over their strength and had failed to clear the wall.
Still, this sounded an alarm for Zhang Heng. Although the exhaustion in his body was already overwhelming, it was not yet time to rest. He looked around and, unusually, took half a second to remember where he had parked his car.
By the time he ran over there, the pursuers had already rushed out through the glass factory's main gate.
Zhang Heng started the engine as fast as he could, shifted into reverse, and sent two of the things that had caught up with him flying. Amid the pedestrians' screams of "Murder!", he drove the van away from the scene.
With his driving skills, once he got onto the road, those things would have a hard time catching up to him again anytime soon.
Zhang Heng glanced at the crowd receding in his rearview mirror, then took out his phone and called Bai Qing.
Bai Qing picked up almost immediately. Her