Standing on the road and looking around with the help of the headlights, it was absolutely pitch black. But when they were in the wilderness and their eyes adapted to the darkness, they realized that even though there was no moon above them, the snow on the ground seemed to emit a faint fluorescent light.
The ground was a vast expanse of white, but it wasn't impossible to see anything within a distance of ten to twenty meters.
Qu Sen stepped on the footprints left by the kidnapper in front of him and kept a distance of five to six meters behind him.
The kidnapper in front of him who had been running for his life was indeed worthy of his northeastern accent. He stepped on the snow that reached his ankles in the shallow areas and his calves in the deeper areas. After running for more than ten minutes, he didn't slow down at all.
One had to know that compared to Qu Sen, he had always been in the position of opening the path. Stepping on the seemingly flat snowy ground, the amount of physical strength he expended was much higher than Qu Sen's.
When Qu Sen woke up from his initial anger, the first thing he was worried about was the wound on his waist. But after running for a while, he didn't feel any other discomfort other than the slight pain from the sweat on his wound.
He knew that if the knife had really hurt his organs or caused a large amount of bleeding, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on. Therefore, the knife should have just grazed his skin and it shouldn't be a big deal.
With this realization, Qu Sen's heart was completely at ease. After running for a while, his body also started to move. Looking at the back of the kidnapper in front of him, he heroically shouted, "Grandson, if you have the energy, then keep running. If you have the ability, then let's run until tomorrow morning. Whoever stops first is raised by a dog!"
The kidnapper running in front of him grew up in the ice and snow of Heilongjiang. After joining the underworld, he ran to the Soviet Union. Whether it was chasing or being chased in the snow, he had a wealth of experience.
In the beginning, when he realized that Qu Sen was chasing after him, he didn't panic at all. He thought that with his ability, he would be able to shake off the little brat in the wilderness. He was worried that if the few people who didn't catch up called the police, what would happen if the police caught up?
However, after running for a while, he was no longer in the mood to think about the police because the injured brat behind him had surprisingly good stamina. He had been running like crazy for so long, but he hadn't increased the distance between them at all.
Hearing the arrogant shouts from behind, the kidnapper's heart turned cold. The other party's arrogant words didn't mean much to an experienced bandit like him, but to be able to breathe so steadily after running in the snow for so long was a very scary thing.
The kidnapper himself was panting now, but the little bastard behind him didn't seem to be tired at all. This was definitely not a good sign. He knew that if he continued running, he would collapse from exhaustion sooner or later, and then he would be easily held down by someone.
The kidnapper clenched his teeth and revealed a ferocious expression. His feet didn't stop moving as he used both hands to pry open the magazine of the short-barreled shotgun. After pulling out the large copper shell from the magazine, he reached into his waist and pulled out a bullet and pressed it into the magazine.
Because the gun in his hand was made by an illegal workshop, the magazine was very poorly sealed. The kidnapper used all his strength to press the bullet before closing the magazine.
After Qu Sen finished shouting, he realized that the kidnapper in front of him had slowed down after running a few steps. At first, he thought that it was because the kidnapper was running out of stamina, but after taking a closer look, he realized that the kidnapper's two arms that had been flapping left and right to maintain his balance were no longer visible. His body instantly tensed up.
When Qu Sen first saw the kidnapper running away, the kidnapper's back was still within the range of the car's headlights. At that time, he clearly saw that the kidnapper was holding the short-barreled shotgun that he had previously fired, but he wasn't worried at that time.
This was because even though he had never used that kind of gun before, he knew that it could only hold one bullet just by looking at the body of the gun.
In the beginning, he was a little worried that the kidnapper would reload, but after running for so long, he saw that the kidnapper's two arms were still flapping without any intention of reloading. He thought that the kidnapper didn't have any spare bullets, so he simply ignored the gun.
Now that he suddenly couldn't see the kidnapper's hands, Qu Sen instantly became vigilant. Just as he was about to speed up to catch up, he saw the kidnapper throw something into the snow. Even though he couldn't see it clearly, he guessed that it was most likely a bullet shell. Thus, he stopped stepping on the ground to save energy and chased after the kidnapper at full speed.
When he saw that the crowbar in his hand was about to hit the kidnapper's shoulder, the kidnapper in front suddenly turned around. Qu Sen, who had been on guard, didn't even think and swung the crowbar at the kidnapper.
This hit the kidnapper's hand that was holding the gun. Even though the kidnapper was wearing gloves, how could a hand made of flesh and bone resist a steel crowbar? The kidnapper cried out, but before his finger could pull the trigger, the gun flew out.
The kidnapper was someone who often walked on the line between life and death, so he didn't panic when the gun flew out of his hand. The hand that wasn't hit directly grabbed the crowbar in Qu Sen's hand, and the two of them fell into the snow at the same time.
Then, a series of scuffles ensued. Both of them clenched their teeth and didn't let go of the crowbar. After a series of rolls, they got closer and closer to the short-barreled shotgun that was sent flying. The kidnapper used one of his hands to hit Qu Sen's injured waist a few times. Qu Sen finally couldn't take it anymore and was pushed down by the kidnapper.
At this time, the short-barreled shotgun was above Qu Sen's right shoulder. The kidnapper's right hand and forearm pressed the crowbar against Qu Sen's chest, and his left hand wanted to reach for the gun.
Qu Sen was very clear that once the gun fell into the kidnapper's hands, he would be dead for sure. Therefore, he used all the strength in his two hands to push the kidnapper up.
The kidnapper's left hand's fingertips had already touched the barrel of the gun, but because his whole body was pushed up by Qu Sen, he was just a little bit away from being able to grab the gun. He wanted to give up on suppressing Qu Sen and pounce in the direction of the gun.
Qu Sen's two legs retracted, and his two feet pressed against the kidnapper's stomach. He used all his strength to push the kidnapper over. When he sat up and wanted to pounce on Qu Sen again, Qu Sen was already holding the short-barreled shotgun in his hand, and the muzzle was pointed at him.
The kidnapper was so scared that he turned around. He used both his hands and feet to scramble and crawl. After a few steps, he finally straightened up and started to run.
"Stop, if you continue to run, I'll shoot."
When Qu Sen shouted with the gun raised, the kidnapper thought to himself, "F * ck off, you little bastard. Do you think a person with a gun dares to shoot?"
Before he could finish this thought in his mind, there was an explosion behind him. At the same time, he suddenly felt like someone pushed him from behind, and his whole body fell into the snow.
At this moment, there was only one sentence in the kidnapper's mind: "This Tiger 13 thing, you really f * cking dare to shoot!"
The recoil of the short-barreled shotgun was completely beyond Qu Sen's imagination. He sat on the snow and pulled the trigger. As the iron sand in the cartridge case gushed out, his whole body was pushed to the ground, and the gun almost fell out of his hands.
"F * ck you, so strong." After Qu Sen sat up, he fanned the smoke in front of his eyes with his hand as he looked at the results of his battle.
The kidnapper fell less than five meters in front of him. He should not be dead, because he was still letting out unconscious groans.
"F * ck, run, you still dare to use a gun with me!" Qu Sen originally thought that he had killed the kidnapper, so he was a little nervous. However, when he heard that the kidnapper was still groaning, his nervousness dissipated.
He climbed up from the ground with the help of the gun. He walked to the kidnapper's side. He originally wanted to give him a kick, but he vaguely saw the guy lying on the ground. The clothes on his back were almost torn.
There was a ball of white stuff on his butt, which should be cotton or something, but there did not seem to be any blood.
Qu Sen wanted to squat down to check the kidnapper's injuries, but then he thought about it again. On TV, he always saw bad guys play dead when the good guys were about to win, and then launch the final counterattack.
He thought that he could not let himself be taken advantage of. He carefully looked at the kidnapper's two hands, one on the left and one on the right. They were lying on the sides of the kidnapper's body, so he should not be up to any tricks. However, he was still a little worried, so he simply turned around and sat heavily on the kidnapper's waist.
"Ah!" The kidnapper, who was groaning in a low voice, let out a hoarse scream in pain when Qu Sen sat on him.
The barrel of the short-barreled shotgun was already cold. Qu Sen held it upside down and used the butt of the gun to smash the snow in front of the kidnapper's eyes. He threatened, "Lie down obediently, or I'll make a hole in the back of your head."
"Make a hole?" The kidnapper was shot. Although his winter coat was thick enough and he was hit by a piece of iron sand, it did not cause any fatal injuries. However, he was in so much pain that he did not dare to breathe. With Qu Sen sitting on his waist, his voice was a little hoarse.
After spitting out three words full of contempt, he took a breath and continued, "Kid, have you killed anyone before?"
Qu Sen could not lose face because of a loser sitting on his butt. He took out his military school student ID from his pocket and threw it in the snow in front of the kidnapper.
"Old man, when I was using a Type 81 Automatic Assault Rifle to 'kill' a car full of people, you were still hiding in some snow cave." When Qu Sen spoke, the image in his mind was of a Blues assault tank, and a group of soldiers with white smoke coming out of their helmets. Therefore, he was very confident.
Although it was not completely dark, the light was not enough for the kidnapper to see what was written in the little red book that Qu Sen threw in front of him. He could only guess that it was an ID.
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