The Dust Settles
Inside the van, the gang leader, seeing that he couldn't shake off Qing Chen, hardened his heart and slowly slowed down.
He still had a gun, but the other side didn't.
As he approached a bend, he suddenly rolled down the car window.
Just as the car turned sideways, the gang leader raised his gun outside the vehicle, aimed it at Qing Chen, and pulled the trigger!
But what the gang leader didn't expect was that just as he began to slow down, Qing Chen pulled out another pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the same time as him.
Qing Chen has two guns on him!
The actions of deliberately firing all the bullets and throwing the gun were also intentional, meant for the gang leader to see, because he knew it would be difficult for him to catch up with the car.
It would be better to let the gang leader slow down on his own, or come back and kill him.
The gang leader panicked. As he fired, he ducked to avoid the gun, and the muzzle immediately went astray.
The gang leader felt a tingling sensation in his ear, as if something had pierced it. He could even smell the burnt smell of bullets on his hair.
Gunfire erupted on the mountain road at midnight, and Qing Chen was also shot.
Even though the opponent lost sights, the bullet still grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep bloodstain on his right arm.
Qing Chen lost his balance and fell to the ground. The huge inertia from running and the slope of the hill caused him to roll around on the ground.
He pursed his lips and got up again, coldly watching the car figures getting further and further away on the mountain road.
In order to close the distance with the van, Qing Chen actually crossed the mountain forest between the roads barefoot!
Along the mountain path, Qing Chen ran while picking up a rock bigger than his head.
He stepped on branches and pebbles, the nerves in his soles sending chilling warnings.
At some point, the once smooth soles of the feet had become a bloody mess, the bottoms were black, blood and dust mixed together, and it looked extremely cruel.
He ignored the bloodstains on his cheek from the tree branch scratches and the bloodstains on his shoulder.
They didn't even bother with the pebbles and branches under their feet.
All he could do was abandon all sensory pain in his mind and will.
Then make tonight's culprit pay the price.
Qing Chen ran faster and faster.
As we passed through the mountains, the world seemed to have become a giant chessboard.
At this moment, he was no longer a chess player, but a fierce pawn crossing the Chu River border!
A body brimming with courage!
The mountain road chessboard gradually took shape in Qing Chen's mind as he silently calculated his own speed and the speed of his opponent's chariot.
A series of informational elements intertwined in Qing Chen's mind.
The next moment, Qing Chen sprinted to the edge of the high mountain forest. Just over ten meters below was the winding mountain road where the gang leader was located. Glistening beads of sweat splattered from his hair.
"Breathe."
"In control".
"Domination."
There are not only fierce soldiers crossing the river, but also cannons coming straight at you!
In an instant, without even looking at where the van had gone, he dropped the stone from his arms.
The stone was thrown high into the air, landing in a precise parabola over ten meters above the ground, heading straight for the other person's path.
The stone tumbled through the air, accelerating faster and faster under the force of gravity!
The gang leader's pupils suddenly contracted!
He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late; the black van seemed to have crashed into a rock flying from the sky.
With a loud crash, the gang leader was struck hard in the driver's seat, and the van lost control and crashed into the mountainside beside the road.
In the darkness, no one noticed that a car accident had just occurred on the mountain road.
The gang leader sat quietly in the car, his head covered in blood from hitting the steering wheel.
It looks extremely ferocious.
The car's hood was twisted irregularly, and there was a hissing sound coming from inside the car, as if something was leaking.
The gun has flown away somewhere, I don't know.
He shoved the car door open with his shoulder, staggered out of the car, and tried to hike into the mountains. Without the car, the road was impassable; otherwise, he would have arrived at Kunlun before even reaching the bottom of the mountain.
However, the gang leader suddenly saw that the masked boy had appeared at the bend in the mountain road.
The place where the other party threw the stones was more than ten meters above the ground, so they had to take a detour to catch up.
The gang leader couldn't understand why the other man's feet were still chasing him even though they were already bleeding and mangled.
The next moment, the boy's speed increased, and he started running again!
The gang leader felt a chill for a moment. Despite having a mechanical prosthetic limb, he simply couldn't muster the courage to fight his opponent head-on!
He turned to run away, but before he could run two steps, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The car accident seems to have affected his cerebellum, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance while walking.
The gang leader struggled to his feet, looking at the boy who had come to him, and a fierce thought crossed his mind.
He stood up straight and roared, "Come on! You want to kill me? Come on!"
But the boy remained silent and did not utter a word.
Suddenly, the boy pulled out a switchblade and stabbed it viciously into the neck of the gang leader.
The gang leader was startled, and his strong, powerful mechanical limbs quickly crossed in front of him to block.
However, in the blink of an eye, the knife in the boy's hand had already turned in mid-air, the sharp blade scraping against the mechanical limb, leaving a trail of sparks.
The gang leader was astonished; the other party withdrew their strength so quickly, it was as if their target was not his neck at all.
But then the boy stepped back and lowered his waist, slashing the dagger in his hand toward the leader of the thugs' thigh.
This time, the gang leader was one step ahead, his powerful mechanical limbs striking first.
If he can seize the boy's wrist as he wields the knife and crush it, then victory in this battle will still belong to him.
But the gang leader's intuition told him that the masked boy was just feigning an attack!
The moment he grabbed his arm with all his might, the other person had already stepped to his left, leaving him wide open!
Before he could react, the switchblade in the boy's hand was already firmly embedded in his spleen.
At one point, the gang leader suddenly felt as if he had returned to a battlefield in Southeast Asia, facing a master swordsman.
From the start of the battle, he hadn't even been able to touch his opponent's body.
Even if he was injured or hit his head, it was still incredible.
The other party is like a gust of wind, impossible to grasp or touch.
Yet it can kill.
The boy seemed to be precisely executing a predetermined strategy, gradually leading him to expose his weaknesses, while he himself was always within the other's calculations.
It was like art, he thought with a sense of awe.
The boy drew his switchblade and turned to leave.
The gang leader felt as if the blood in his body was being released from a floodgate.
He watched the other person's back, which showed no sign of lingering affection, as if he were nothing more than a minor character, with no need for any conversation.
It turns out that the boy had endured the pain in his feet to chase after them, just to ensure his own death and leave himself no chance of survival.
"Why?" the gang leader asked, struggling with his question.
Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "I promised someone that you would die tonight."
After saying that, the boy turned to leave, just then, the leader of the gang's cell phone rang in his pocket.
The boy paused for a moment as he walked away, seemingly puzzled.