Chapter 40
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In reality, the abandoned highway was desolate. The wind blew across the wilderness from afar, whistling in the distance.
There was no gunshot.
"… Jiang Stops." Yan Ji's voice was shaky, but he tried his best to make his voice sound steady. "It's okay. No matter what happened in the past, it'll pass. Put down your gun first."
Not far away from the guardrail, half of Jiang Stops's body was hidden in the darkness. It was as if he was being controlled by a demon from the depths of his soul. His hand that was holding the gun was raised up, and his fingers were trembling slightly.
From this angle, the muzzle was tilted towards him.
"Indeed, some things will pass," Aje said faintly. He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his cheek and smiled. "But I think this' some things' refer to the present, not the past."
He was no longer as hostile as before. He even looked a little relaxed. Yan Ji glanced over and noticed that at the end of the road in the distance, two headlights were coming over the hill. They were approaching at full speed. Soon, the unique roar of motorcycles could be heard.
"Han Xiaomei!" Yan Ji shouted. "Be careful!"
Han Xiaomei turned around, jumped up, and dodged to the side. The motorcyclist brushed past her!
Yan Xun strode forward and leaped onto the guardrail. He landed on the ground and rolled over to Jiang Ting's side at lightning speed. Then, he snatched the M92 away from Jiang Ting. In the blink of an eye, the two racers arrived at the scene.
Ah Jie grabbed the back seat of a motorcycle the moment he passed by and jumped on it as fast as lightning. The other motorcyclist swung his tail about ten meters away, bent down, and picked up the metal sniper rifle case on the ground with one hand. He sped away without looking back.
"Goodbye, Yan." Aje turned around and said coldly, "The next time we meet, you'll be dead."
Yan Ji raised his hand to pull the trigger, but the motorcyclist suddenly started moving. Amidst the deafening roar, the motorcyclist brushed past the bullets and sped toward the wilderness at the end of the abandoned highway like a golden meteor.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The last three bullets missed their target, and the headlights disappeared into the dark night in the blink of an eye. Yan Ji, "F * ck!" Just as he cursed and was about to give chase, he suddenly saw a large number of taillights on the pitch-black hillside in the distance, like countless crimson demon eyes — there were actually countless people lying in ambush there!
Clang! With the sound of metal and stone colliding, Yan Ji smashed the empty spear against a rock.
The sharp sirens of police cars drifted over with the wind. On the distant viaduct, flashing red and blue police lights finally appeared.
"Are you okay?" Yan Ji wiped off the blood on his hand, turned around and asked, "Let's go to my car first … Jiang Stops!"
Jiang Stops pressed tightly between his eyebrows. Most of his face was hidden behind his palm. Although he tried to control it, he couldn't stop his shoulders from trembling. Yan Ji stepped forward to grab his arm and forcibly pulled it away. He saw that his face was pale. In such a dark situation, he could see that his thin and cold lips were trembling.
"Don't scare me, Jiang Stops?" Yan Ji held him and whispered, "Wake up!"
"I'm sorry." Jiang Stops wanted to cover his face with his palm, but he couldn't free his wrist from Yan Ji's grip. He could only nervously turn his face to the other side, "… I just wanted to …"
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Ji used his eyes to signal Han Xiaomei to stay in the car and not come closer. At the same time, he carefully held Jiang Stops in his arms, "It will pass. I'm here, huh? Listen to me? "
"I just wanted to help you." Jiang Stops said hoarsely, "But I can't … I —"
He paused for a moment before he finally said, "That's right.
"I can't pull the trigger anymore."
Yan Ji was slightly startled. Before he could understand what he meant, Han Xiaomei suddenly poked her head out of the Cherokee with a walkie-talkie and said anxiously, "Deputy Yan! There's a message from the scene saying that the criminals' gathering point was found on the roof of a residential building that was about to be demolished. Suspicious remnants were found at the scene! "
"Remnants?"
"A seven or eight-year-old child's short-sleeved white shirt with old bloodstains!"
Yan Ji only felt a movement in his arms. Jiang Stops pushed him away and gasped, "… What?"
The depths of his mind were in a mess. It seemed to be filled with countless thoughts, but they were all blank. Jiang Stops staggered forward a few steps and reached out to pinch his frowning eyebrows again. But even if his fingernails cut deep into his flesh, he didn't feel any pain.
The last bit of consciousness was like a gossamer. He tried his best to maintain it, but it couldn't be saved. He could only fall rapidly into the abyss.
He didn't even realize that he was gasping for air. Then, he slumped and lost consciousness.
"— — Jiang Stops!"
Yan Ji almost rushed forward and caught Jiang Stops. He patted his cheek and said sternly, "Wake up! Jiang Stops! "
Han Xiaomei was stunned. She rushed forward and saw Yan Ji carrying Jiang Stops horizontally. "Get in the car and drive back, quick!"
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