126 Fight! Fight! Fight! (2/2)

”He's alone! What are you afraid of?' One of them shouts, and they quickly surround me.

”Finish him! He's worth one million!” Another man shouts.

I stare at the fellow immediately, and then jump to him. The man immediately dodges backwards, but I am faster than him. My whole body is crashing into his arms, then I stab his chest with the knife. He's immediately spewing blood. As soon as I pull out the knife and have not enough time to turn back, I feel a sharp pain in my right arm. On the right side, a knife falls on my arm. My right hand is soft and my right knife falls to the ground. I grit my teeth and turn around, split my left knife to stab back.

The opponent's knife has just been drawn, and I cut him into his arm. Then just hear a screaming and a broken arm flies into the sky. He sits on the ground with the broken arm. And I'm no good either. One of the people behind me hits me in the back. I almost fall into the dark due to the great pain.

I feel the loss of strength in my whole body. A lot of blood loss makes my body is losing strength little by little. The knife in my hand is a little unstable.

I keep fighting for several rounds, adding a few new wounds to my body, especially a guy I've knocked down. After falling to the ground, he still cut my thigh. On the spot, I'm staggering and almost fall down.

I know I'm dying, but my desire to survive is getting stronger and stronger. I slam my shoulder against the person in front of me and running forward quickly.

The two sides of the street have been blocked by the two vans, and I see the closing vehicle repair shop.

The original shopkeeper sees the fighting in the street and has already scared to close the door. The curtain door has been pulled down, but the small door has not closed yet. I rush in, bang the door open, and then swung my knife at the boss. My face is covered with blood. I hesitate a little, then knock the boss unconscious with one punch.

The door behind him has been closed, but it's smashed into a chaotic bang. It won't last long. I pick up an iron wrench from the ground and stuck it on the lock. The gate is roaring and might be smashed down at any time. I just run right behind the shop.

There must be a back door here! With all my last strength, I stagger backwards and burst open one of the wooden doors inside. Behind is a tool warehouse, which has stored a lot of the large and small boarders, hammers, welding rods, and some automotive parts there.

There's another door behind. I rush over and twist it twice and find it's locked. Then I pick up a hammer and smash the lock. The whole process takes me only around a dozen seconds.

I kick open the door and there is a yard behind it. There are several families in there. Although the lights have gone out at night, the residents must have fallen asleep, but the sound of the door smashing still shocked many people. I see the lights in several rooms are on. I pick up a pair of pliers from the warehouse and take a sharp taper and insert it in my waist, and run quickly into the yard.

There are no doors, no walls in the yard, and only houses on all sides. I hear the door of the shop bang, as if it has been smashed open!

I can't afford to hesitate at this moment! My life is hanging by a thread!

I kick open the door of a family! Fortunately, this is an old-fashioned wooden door. Although I have a sharp pain in the wound on my leg, I still bump into the room. Inside the room is a bedroom. There's a couple in the bed. They are waken up and turned over from the bed. The woman is screaming. The man looks pale with fright and looks at me bathed in blood.

I quickly cry out, ”It's nothing to do with you. Don't move and it will be all right!”

Then in the darkness I find the door. I open the lock and run out.

It's another street outside. As soon as I go out, there're screams behind, and those killers have followed up.

I rush out along the street.

My feet are soft and my leg is torn. It makes me run much slower than usual. I'm bleeding all over, I don't know how long I can support myself!

At this moment, the only idea in my mind is:

Run!

Run!!

Run!!!

Turning a corner, someone has already caught up. I grab a garbage box beside me, and the person behind me is tripped. I turn into an alley.

It's a city I'm totally unfamiliar with. I don't know how many bends I have made in these alleys. Every dark and secluded road seems to be a monster that will devour me, but I have no choice! I don't know when one of my shoes has fell off. I cover the wound on my shoulder with my strength, and blood is still pouring out of my fingers.

The more I run, the colder I'm feeling.

Finally, I have rushed out of the last intersection and come to a busier street. This is obviously a snack street.

As I rush out of the alley, I hit my head on a table. Someone were eating around the table. I bumped to them head-on, and the table is immediately turned over. I fall to the ground and the dishes and soups are sprinkled all over me. The people next to me are screaming at the sight of my bloody terror and back away.

I struggle to stand up, and then look around. Just as a peddler in a stall is hiding and trembling. I rush over and pick up a roll of rolled paper from his stall. I press the paper on my shoulder and suppress the bleeding. Then I stagger in a hurry to find a direction and continue to run.

At that moment, I suddenly hear a car horn behind me, pressing very quickly!

In the car, fat fellow is driving and yelling to me, ”Ger on the car, boy!”

I feel like a drowning man have seen the last straw and rush quickly.

He doesn't stop, he just slowed down. I pull open the door of his co-driver's seat. As a result, my feet are somewhat soft. I can't step on the first step and almost fall off.

By this time, those men who are chasing me in the back have rushed out, and a mess even has a homemade shotgun in his hand!

This fellow shots!

It's a homemade shotgun with iron sand scattering. I just feel as if I have been struck by a fire behind my back and almost faint with pain. Fat fellow has reached out and grabbed my shoulder, and then with a strong lift, carry me in the car!

Then the door of the car has not been closed, he sees that mess wants to shoot again. He quickly pull the sharp screw out of my waist, and raises his hand tp throw.

Ah—

That mess screams, the gun is thrown on the ground, the center of the palm has been pierced!

Then he steps on the gas and driving out of the street with me.

I can't hold on any longer and finally fainted.

The last sound I heard was that he was driving and shouting at me, ”Don't die, boy! Die in my car will be very unlucky...”