I was already very tired, the blood that had been boiling had completely cooled down, and it was about to dry up, and the cold like ice was carried along the blood vessels to the limbs, weak and stiff. The wound was almost numb from the pain, and I really wanted to fall to the ground and never get up again.

It's like a lost dog that survives.

If Tomie hadn't arrived in time, I'd rather be thrown into prison by the police. But the police are always late, and it is not easy to survive the attack of the masked man, and it is not my will to be caught by the police again.

In his current physical condition, he can't get rid of the police with his feet alone, so he has to find a means of transportation.

Transportation alone is not enough, the police can easily block the route on the ground, so they can't take the usual road.

Without much time to think, the gaze fell between the two shops on the right. The man hid behind the bucket on his motorcycle, and he seemed to be trying to cut corners, but he witnessed a fierce battle, and then the crowd was blocked inside, and although he could go backwards and leave, he seemed to be haunted by curiosity, and kept looking in this direction.

When he met my gaze, the man immediately shrank back, apparently sensing something and was about to flee. But there are people around him, no matter how anxious he is, even if he has a quarrel with others, he can't easily reverse the car. I had to scold and push the locomotive backwards.

I hurried up and pulled out my pistol, which was completely devoid of bullets, and the crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, leaving behind the man who was turning his head and trying to push the locomotive backwards. He quickly noticed the unusual change around him, and when he turned around, I was holding the muzzle of my gun to the head.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound, and his expression was as stiff as a goose.

"Leave the car, or leave your head? Get lost! "I wasn't even in the mood to pretend to be fierce, and my tone felt weak and powerless even as I sounded.

Even so, he still shook his chaff.

"You, you slow down ......" threw down the incomprehensible sentence, and he turned and ran. As I ran, I looked back to see if I was still pointing a gun at him.

I certainly don't waste my energy.

Stepping on the motorcycle, I tried to drive it in the same way that I learned from books, on TV, and from other people's mouths. It was my first time driving a motorcycle, and it was unexpectedly easy, and I was able to get started in less than a minute.

I slowly increased the throttle, and as soon as I turned out, I saw a police car whizzing after me. I turned the car around and drove towards the smallest alley on the side.

There were many vendors and customers in the alleyway, and when they saw the car coming in in a hurry, they immediately threw away their work and jumped away like ducks being chased, and clung to the wall.

I turned left and right, trying to avoid the crowd, but I still broke up a lot of stalls. The car ran over the fruit, opened the flat shoulder, hit the tofu case, a burst of chickens and dogs jumped, and there were a few vendors not far in front who were reluctant to let go of their stalls, pushing the cart or carrying the burden, while running to the exit.

Of course, they couldn't have run past the unscrupulous locomotive, and with a violent throttle roar, they screamed and threw down the eating guys, and sprang to the side.

However, their bad luck did not go away, and the police car behind them also stepped up the throttle and rushed in with two cars in parallel. The already narrow alleyway was immediately almost filled. In a rush of noise, the police car unceremoniously hit something on the ground, and slightly lighter garbage cans and baskets immediately flew into the sky.

"I, I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

"You sons with no assholes."

"I'm going to kill your whole family, my whole family!"

There was such a scream from behind.

By this time I had turned out of the alley and hurried along the flower-shaped pavement pavement. I still remember the direction in which Tomie disappeared, but there were still pursuers behind me who hadn't been thrown off, so I went in a different direction. The police had apparently cleared the air, and in addition to the two cars that had been following behind them, there were also three modified riot vehicles that had flanked them. It's just that at this time, the light is red, even if the buzzer on the roof of the car screams, you have to pay careful attention to the traffic that shuttles, and the speed has to be reduced.

The shouts of surrender never stopped, blending with the honking of the car, as lively as a festival.

I looked at the buildings around me and immediately identified my bearings, so I drove in the direction of what I remembered as a food complex, and pedestrians shouted to retreat.

Nestled between two streets, the food court is accessible from either of them, with long corridors full of tables and chairs, and private shops selling all kinds of food on the side. When it first opened, it was very lively because you could eat a wide variety of hot food, but after eating all of them, I realized that it was not as authentic and delicious as I imagined, so I didn't go again.

In recent days, in order to accommodate more customers, except for a two-meter-wide walkway, the rest of the space has been used as a table. It wasn't dinner yet, and there was quite a bit of traffic when I arrived by bike. Looking at the spacing of the aisles and the crowd, I didn't hesitate to drive the locomotive in.

Inevitably, there will be another uproar.

Someone yelled at the security guard, I got out of the car and pushed the car down and crossed in the middle.

When he turned his head, three security guards were walking towards the crowd with their faces crossed.

They couldn't help but be a little shocked when they could see the blood on my body with the help of the light, and they moved cautiously.

"What are you doing here? Hurry up and get out or we'll call the police. One of them said cautiously.

I pulled out the revolver.

"Don't think you can bluff people with a toy gun." The security guard who said this was a little nervous.

The man closest to me suddenly reached out and wanted to grab the gun, which would have been easy before, but now he was just an ordinary person. The first time I struck the outstretched hand with the handle of my gun, he shrank back in pain like an electric shock, and I reached his near side and gave him a hard slap on the chin with the handle of my gun. The battle began and ended in an instant, one of the security guards fell, and before the other two who were scrambling to support him could react, I rushed past and kicked him in the ass, and fell like a hoist.

The sirens stopped at the entrance, and they noticed that it was not open to traffic, so they stepped out of the car. Seeing these heavily armed policemen with solemn expressions, people were in an uproar again. Except for a few who walked in with guns, the rest began to organize the evacuation of the crowd.

I hid in the crowd and jumped into a store, but when the clerk found me, I was threatened to speak up, and I was allowed to swim like a fish along the side door of the store, through the doorway that led to another street. Only then did I hear someone shouting, "There, he ran there." ”

The police, who are familiar with the location, also asked people to outflank from this exit, but the place leading to this exit is a pedestrian street, and people are inevitably a little slower when they are blocked by the crowd.

I hurried into the next shopping mall, entered the elevator and went up to the top floor in the stunned eyes of others. This floor is a clothing area, where guests do not have the hustle and bustle of buying toys under their feet, and the number is not large, and the atmosphere is elegant and quiet. Because the prices of the goods are clearly marked, there is no room for bargaining, so everyone talks in a fairly calm and calm manner, and the voices quickly dissipate into the aisles as soon as they leave the storefront.

The clerks rarely leave their storefront, and they try to avoid crowded places when walking. In this way, I was covered in blood and was almost noticed when I entered the storefront.