After Zhang Heng escaped from the glass factory, he stumbled across the road and was almost hit by a large truck. The driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes and stuck his head out of the window, cursing. However, when he saw the submachine gun in Zhang Heng's hand, he immediately felt like giving way to Zhang Heng.
The passersby looked at Zhang Heng in horror. After all, he was covered in blood, and he was holding a gun in one hand. He looked more like a monster than the things in the glass factory. Some people even took out their phones and called the police.
Zhang Heng, however, couldn't care less. Not long after he landed, he heard the sound of something hitting the wall behind him. His pursuers must have jumped down after him, but they didn't control their strength as well as he did. Hence, they failed to jump over the wall.
However, this also rang an alarm bell for Zhang Heng. Although he was physically exhausted, it was not the time to rest. Zhang Heng looked around, and it took him half a second to remember where he parked his car.
By the time he ran there, the pursuers had already rushed out of the glass factory's gate.
Zhang Heng started the engine as fast as he could, put the car in reverse, and knocked down two pursuers who had caught up with him. Amidst the screams of the passers-by, Zhang Heng drove the van away from the scene of the accident.
With his driving skills, it would be difficult for those things to catch up with him in a short time once he was on the road.
Zhang Heng glanced at the crowd in the rearview mirror, then took out his phone and dialed Bai Qing's number.
…
Bai Qing answered the phone almost immediately. Her voice sounded a little nervous. "What happened? Why do they look so angry now?"
"I may have just wiped them out," Zhang Heng said truthfully on the other end of the phone.
Bai Qing was silent for a moment, seemingly digesting the news. "How long will it take for you to get here?" she asked.
"Forty-five minutes." Zhang Heng looked at the map.
"I don't think the people here can wait that long," Bai Qing said. "I saw those things starting to pack up. It seems that they are planning to evacuate from this stronghold, but I don't know what they are going to do to the people here before they leave. I have a bad feeling about this."
"I will hurry up. Wait for me here," Zhang Heng said.
However, this time, Bai Qing did not answer immediately. There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Zhang Heng could hear Bai Qing's breathing quickening. After a while, the girl said, "You said that those things are very fragile. When you put them into the bottle, you accidentally broke one of their legs."
"Yes," Zhang Heng said, pausing. "I know what you're thinking now, but you'd better not do it. It's too dangerous. I gave you the jar to use when you're in danger, not to take it with you."
"But you can't get here immediately. Only I can delay them." "When you were in the car, you threatened one of them with the bottle, and it worked."
"Yes, but at that time, their nest had not been raided by me." "They're different now. I've never seen them so angry before. In this state, their behavior patterns are unpredictable. I won't be surprised if they do anything."
"But my mother is in there. I can't just sit here and watch," Bai Qing said.
"I promise you, I will get there as fast as I can …" Zhang Heng was interrupted by Bai Qing.
"Do you know?"
"Huh?"
"When I asked it that question, for a moment, I was actually very happy. I think this might be the only time I'll ever hear you say that, even though it's not the correct answer." Bai Qing hung up the phone after she finished speaking.
When Zhang Heng called again, he found that the other party's phone was turned off.
He had no choice but to step on the gas pedal. Zhang Heng no longer cared about the traffic laws. After all, he was already on the street with a submachine gun, and someone saw him knocking down two "people." Of course, he didn't care about losing 12 points.
And he didn't have much time left. The police should be looking for him soon, and he had to solve Bai Qing's problem before that.
However, the biggest problem now wasn't the police or those things. Zhang Heng still couldn't understand and explain what happened on the roof of warehouse No. 3. He didn't know why he did that at that time, and why those things fell one after another.
And to make matters worse, the fatigue didn't disappear with the passage of time. It was then that Zhang Heng realized that the fatigue wasn't just physical, but mental as well. To be more precise, it came from the depths of his soul.
All Zhang Heng wanted to do now was to find a place, close his eyes, and have a good sleep. Unfortunately, the current situation forced him to stay awake. Zhang Heng threw a handful of chewing gum into his mouth, trying to suppress the growing drowsiness.
Forty minutes later, he arrived at the place where Bai Qing was.
This was a construction site in the new district that was half-closed. And as Bai Qing said, even the gatekeeper was gone.
Zhang Heng stopped the car, opened the door, and almost lost his balance when he landed.
He leaned against the door and shook his head. After that, he took the Pestilence Bone Bow and Paris Arrow from the passenger seat and walked into the construction site. In such a state, his archery skills would certainly be affected to a certain extent. However, this was the time when the Paris Arrow came into play.
Zhang Heng was most worried that those things had killed Bai Qing and the prisoners and left. If that was the case, he would be too late. With his physical and mental condition, it would be difficult for him to complete another round of pursuit. Although he had changed cars halfway, the police would soon find him.
Zhang Heng drew his bow and carefully bypassed the small hill in the center of the construction site. After that, he walked to the concrete building in front of him. The building should only be two-thirds completed, and the roof had not been capped yet. The scaffolding outside had not been removed. When Zhang Heng walked in front of the simple lift, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart.
He saw a shadow at his feet, and before he had time to think, he immediately rolled sideways to avoid the gray trolley that fell from the sky. The gray trolley fell from the 11th floor and landed right where he was standing. If he hadn't dodged, he would have been smashed into meat paste.
Before Zhang Heng could stand up, two more black shadows jumped out from behind the building and stabbed him with the iron pipes in their hands.
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