Chapter 179 On the Line of Life and Death

Chapter 179 [Life and Death Front Line] (Middle) I haven't ridden a motorcycle for a long time. I feel that this motorcycle is very broken, there is noise in the cylinder, and the speed is also very problematic. This kind of car is rubbish in my eyes.

After all, when I was young, I had been in the car race in Nanjing for a while.

I felt that the woman behind me seemed to have a little strength to hold me, and her body was a little crooked. Obviously, after being shot in the shoulder, one arm was not strong.

I had no choice but to free a hand to straighten her back, but I felt the blood on her shoulder flowing down my sleeve.

Soon penetrated my clothes, sticky... I frowned secretly and paid attention to the left and right roads while racking the car. At this time, I suddenly heard the roar of the car behind me. I took a look at the mirror, and a Toyota Corolla rushed up behind. I faintly saw the window on one side open, and someone from Half of my head poked out and looked at me, and then I saw a black thing sticking out of the car window! It's a gun! I cursed and happened to see a right turn in front of me. I immediately rushed over. I turned slightly, slowed down suddenly and then changed gears and turned. I haven't played this kind of action for a long time. The car was in terrible condition. In addition, there was a soft female injured person behind me. When I turned the car, the car shook a It was almost turned over.

Fortunately, I stopped the front of the car, and then refueled fiercely... The Toyota Corolla behind followed closely, and then I heard two bangs, sparks splashed everywhere, and the other party had already shot! But the bullet did not hit me, but hit the ground on my side.

There was another shot, and the bullet broke the mirror on my left.

Digger! I cursed and suddenly saw a narrow alley in front of me, and my eyes lit up immediately! I know that on the road, I definitely can't run the Toyota Corolla in the back. After all, the motorcycle under my seat is too rubbish, and I don't wear a helmet... No helmet is a small problem, but without goggles, it's a big trouble! Because when the speed comes up.

The strong wind will make it difficult for me to open my eyes.

blocked my sight and I couldn't raise the speed to the highest.

The Toyota Corolla behind is getting closer and closer.

At the same time, the other party fired two more shots. I tried to dodge. The locomotive shook left and right twice under my control, and then finally arrived at the entrance of the alley. I had slowed down, suddenly pinched the brake, and the locomotive stopped, which made the whole body immediately cross, and the huge centrifugal force almost made my Fly out.

Fortunately, I had immediately grasped the front of the car, and at the same time, my feet were stuck on the ground... The Toyota Corolla quickly roared past me. He didn't have time to stop, but I didn't care about adjusting, and immediately ran into the alley.

This box is very narrow, with a trash can inside, and some waste that I don't know who threw it.

I tried my best to avoid it, but I still kept the high speed.

At least I can rest assured that this alley is very narrow, only about two meters wide, and the Toyota Corolla can't get in.

I felt my leg hit twice on the trash can. It was painful. I was gritting my teeth, and suddenly the terrain in front of me changed dramatically! A step of about a dozen floors appeared in front of me... I pinched the brakes and slowed down.

Then I leaned over and rushed down... The wheels bumped on the steps, and I felt like I was riding a roller coaster. With the vibration, I'm sure that the tires of this car must be dying! Sure enough, the woman behind me almost didn't throw it out at the last landing.

I could only stop the car, but quickly took off my shirt, wrapped her behind me with clothes, used the shirt as a rope, and fixed her.

The woman's face is pale with pain, and the blood is still flowing.

I took a look at her and didn't say anything. I continued to start the accelerator and rushed out.

I don't know how to walk through the streets, let alone where the direction is in front. In short, I dare not take the main road, and I will drill forward when I see the alley.

All the way up and down, up and down, and didn't drive anywhere.

After driving blindly for half an hour, I stopped in a secluded alley.

There seems to be nothing around here. Next to it is a somewhat dilapidated house. I can see from the dust on the ground at the door that few people seem to come here.

On both sides are very narrow buildings typical of Vietnam. There is a small open space in the alley, and the ground is full of garbage, such as empty wine bottles, plastic bags and so on.

Based on the feeling, I guess this is probably a slum or something.

I stopped the car, parked the motorcycle in the backlight, and then helped the woman get out of the car.

I stood at the door of the room and listened for a while, made sure that there was no sound inside. Then I looked at what seemed to be a small staircase next to me. I walked up slowly with a woman and soon reached the roof.

This is an iron door. I looked at the rusty lock on it. I was so happy that although I judged that there was no one in the house and wanted to go in and avoid it, I took a wire from the ground and couldn't open the big lock.

After all, I'm not a professional thief, and this lock is rusty.

If it's just a wooden door, then it's impossible. I've already kicked it open, but unfortunately, in the face of the thick iron fence door, I have no choice.

I can't go through the wall.

Hold the woman against the wall, and her lips are already white.

I knew that she had lost a lot of blood and carefully untied my shirt wrapped around her. I found that my shirt had been half stained with blood.

The woman's body trembled with pain, but her eyes were still clear.

I didn't talk to her. As soon as I tore the clothes on her shoulder, I saw a bullet hole on her shoulder, and blood was flowing out.

I checked and confirmed that the bullet passed through the shoulder, and there was a lining bullet hole in the front and back of her shoulder.

She was lucky that the bullet was not left in her body.

I tore my shirt and helped her wrap her shoulders tightly.

There is no other way now. I can only "oppress and stop the bleeding" for her.

But it doesn't seem to work very well.

The woman gasped against the wall and inhaled in pain. I looked at the sky, thought for a moment, and bent down to say to her, "Your injury must be dealt with, but I don't have anything in my hand now. It's safe here. You lie here for a while. I don't think anyone will find it here.

I'm going out to find something, and then come back to you."

The woman looked up at me, and she reluctantly squeezed a wry smile on her face: "It doesn't matter... You can do it even if you don't come back... After all, we have no relatives for no reason, and you can't risk it for me."

I only have one vest on my body now, and the vest is also stained with some blood.

I simply took off my vest, stood in front of her, and said slowly, "You don't have to play psychological games with me, and you don't have to say such words to test me.

I'm not full of sympathy. I must save you.

It's just that what we experienced together. I'm only responsible for helping you solve the wound. After finishing it, everyone will go their separate ways.

Then I stood up, slowly walked down the stairs, took a look at the motorcycle parked in the corner, turned over my bag and held it in my hand.

This car can still be driven, but I'm afraid it's out of gas. I have to find a way to find some gas.

I thought to myself.

It's already dawn at this moment.

I carefully walked out of the alley and turned two corners before I came to the main road outside. The alley is very long. No wonder there are no people inside.

The time happens to be the peak time every morning in a city. The streets are full of pedestrians and crowded vehicles on the road, but most of them are motorcycles.

Vietnam does not have its own national automobile industry. All cars are imported, but there are many motorcycles.

I'm naked. Although it's not surprising to be naked this season, it's a little conspicuous to be naked on the road early in the morning.

I quickly found a 24-hour convenience store and bought a short-sleeved cultural shirt for travel. Then I was relieved and quickly looked for it on the street.

My goal is very clear, looking for a pharmacy.

But after walking a street, I still can't find it. I'm a little impatient.

At the same time, I am also a little nervous and vigilant.

After all, I just experienced a life-and-death scene, and now it is inevitable that it is still a little thrilling. I always feel that the eyes around the street at me are malicious.

I bought a bottle of mineral water, drank more than half of it in one go, put the rest in my bag, and then continue to move forward. If I see a patrolman far away along the way, I will try to avoid it.

But I've been walking for a long time, but I still haven't found a pharmacy... Moreover, so early in the morning, it's only seven o'clock, which pharmacy opens so early? I went back to the convenience store, found a bottle of high spirits in it, then bought two bottles of mineral water and some food, and turned around and walked back.

When I was on the road, I saw a motorcycle shop. I wanted to see if I could get some gasoline, but I saw a police car parked not far from the door, and I still didn't go there.