As he watched Blokhin and his six men walk away with the old fellow and disappear from view, I sat down on the ground. It was a strange feeling at the moment, it was a very powerless, extremely depressed feeling. This feeling has never been felt before, perhaps because it has never failed so much before today. Even in times of extreme difficulty, we have a group of people who hug each other tightly to get through the hardships, and are full of fighting spirit and hope. And now, I'm the only one left, the stubborn old guy who has always been called obsessed by the dead Krzhakov, who has also given up and been arrested. The seventeenth round is really over, but the target, the old thing in Berlin, is not dead。。。。。

I sat on the ground next to the car and didn't know what to do for a while. In fact, I am not reconciled, and I am still unwilling until now. Although I recognize the form, I know that we don't have a chance. But I've never lost this way in seventeen games, and I've never lost so much. But what if you are unwilling, there is really no way to do it at this moment.

I don't know how long I sat there, until the sound of gunshots came from outside the parking lot again, and it brought me back to my senses. This must be Brokhin, they met the police. A bunch of guys with guns in their hands appear in front of the police, can you let them go? Presumably it's a fight now, and this is also the chance that the old guy Younis told me before, a chance for me to get out of here unnoticed.

I quickly clenched my gun and got back to my feet, I had to get out of here. I'm going to have to leave no matter what happens, I can't stay here anymore, that's all I know for sure now.

Thinking of this, I immediately raised my feet and walked out, but as soon as I reached the passage in the middle of the parking lot, I stopped again, and I looked down at my body, and the waistcoat I was wearing at the moment was stained with either stains or blood, and the wound was as conspicuous as if a strip of red cloth was wrapped around my waist.

I can't go out like this, isn't that a clear sign that there's something wrong with me? Even if you don't arrest me as a villain, you have to take me away as an innocent person who has been injured here.

So I stepped back into the car and turned to look inside. Just now I seemed to see a coat in the car, and it was exactly what I needed at the moment. I turned the gun upside down and held it in my hand, and after finding the jacket I had just seen in the back seat of the car, I smashed the glass of the rear window with the pistol I was holding upside down, and reached out to take the coat out of the car.

The coat was a little bigger, but I didn't care about that much anymore. I put my coat on, put the pistol back in my hand, listened to the gunshots outside, turned around and walked towards the entrance and exit of the parking lot.

When I re-entered the parking lot, the Russians had just rushed out of the parking lot. The policemen outside seemed to be unable to stop them for a while. I saw two cars outside, but because I was standing in the parking lot passage lower than the entrance, I only vaguely saw two cars with their roofs quickly appearing on the road outside the parking lot entrance, and then two or three people got into the car in a burst of gunshots, and then after a burst of heavy shooting, the two cars rushed out directly to the right at a fast speed. At the same time, the gunfire faded away, as if it were chasing the two cars.

I raised my gun and walked quickly back to the entrance and exit of the parking lot, and quickly turned my head to look outside. First I saw two figures lying on the road. From the modest light from the streetlights, I could be sure that there were two policemen who had fallen on the road. Because I saw the uniforms they were wearing. I looked further away, where the police car had been parked, and there were cars chasing the Russians, while other figures were swaying at the intersection, as if they were shouting for help.

I turned my head to look at the other side of the exit, to the left of the exit. There is a T-junction about fifty or sixty meters away on this side. I don't know where this intersection leads, I just know that at the moment I have to follow this intersection.

So I put away my gun and ran out quickly. The façade of the mall building soon came to the intersection. It was only after coming to the intersection that I realized why the Russians did not go here, but forced their way out from the side where there were police. Because the intersection is flanked by roads that are not passable, to the right is a pedestrian area with bollards at the intersection where cars cannot drive through. To the left, you go around the other side of the mall, and the key is that there is a closed iron gate in front of you.

Just when I didn't know where to go, there was movement behind me. I quickly glanced back, and saw several figures running quickly towards the two policemen who had fallen on the road.

I didn't have time to think about it, and turned straight to the left, which was closer to me. Once inside, I sped up and rushed straight to the iron gate. The door is locked, but it is not difficult to climb, and there is no barbed wire or barbed above the door to prevent climbing, so it is estimated that this is only to prevent people from entering casually or by car.

I came to the corner and quickly climbed up, and after climbing over the iron gate, I found a lot of things piled up on the ground on this side. It's like a small yard for temporary storage of goods in a shopping mall.

I jumped down and continued along the side wall of the mall, and soon I saw another door. But this door is open, and who cares if the last person to leave locks the door when fleeing for their lives?

I walked quickly to the door and looked out, and after making out the outside, I noticed that I was back near the gate of the mall, because in front of me on my left was the square in front of the mall. There were several figures lying in the square at the moment, and from the approximate position I quickly found Krzhakov, who was closer to him, and Maxim could not see it because of the angle. But one thing that I was surprised about was that I didn't find Heinkx's body, which made me a little puzzled for a while, because he should have been lying not far from Kerzhakov, and the place where Heynckes was going to turn over and flee was probably me, so if I could see Kerzhakov's body, I could also see Heinkx's. But after I checked it repeatedly, I couldn't find it. Didn't this guy die either? And also managed to escape?

This made me even more frustrated for a while, but then I thought it wasn't possible. I can be sure that I hit him, the first shot I hit him in the leg and the second shot hit the guy in the back. Yes, exactly. I'm not mistaken, and I can't be mistaken. But why isn't there a corpse of this guy?

Begging for fat. Does anyone still have fat? Anything else?

(End of chapter)