As the legendary second generation of the military, due to the atmosphere of the circle, no matter how playboy He Donglou usually is, he is still familiar with the basic common sense of risk aversion.
As soon as the old driver's warning sound reached his ears, he held his head and lay forward. Due to the excessive force, the seat belt strangled him a little painful, but the reality of the next second proved that his reaction was correct.
The flying car was swinging and was hit hard by an external force. The voice reminder of the in-car smart brain is completely an afterthought. During this period, I didn't know which side of the glass was broken, and the fragments flew through the narrow space of the carriage. Some of them hit the back of his hands and the exposed back of his neck, causing a burning sensation.
he got hurt. I don’t feel any pain now. I don’t know how serious the injury is, but at least my brain can still think...
Thinking nonsense!
"F*ck!" This is the only syllable that He Tung Lou uttered that can identify its meaning.
Immediately afterwards, the adrenaline effect stimulated by the great fear and the excessive blood flow pumped by the heart did not have a positive effect on his body curled up like a prawn. Instead, it made his limbs stiff and paralyzed. Then he responded to The perception of the outside world is also completely confused.
He felt that the speeding car was rolling out of control, and he felt that the banging noise in his ears and the airflow cutting through his skin were the whistling bullets... As for the continuous blows and collisions suffered by the body, it was naturally a sign of being shot.
The pictures in his brain and the perception of reality were mixed together, overwhelming He Donglou's ability to rationally control. He knew it was wrong and meaningless to do so, but he still shouted at the top of his lungs during the next violent bump:
"Help!"
A duller crash and a crashing sound drowned out his cry for help, and then came the most violent collision since the incident.
For a moment, He Donglou almost thought that his million-level car would collapse... and his body and bones.
He couldn't help but scream again, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
"Don't come out, shut up!"
It was still Lao Si's voice, decisive and powerful. Even though it was rude, it gave He Donglou some comfort and at the same time gave his brain a clear instruction.
He Donglou immediately stopped talking.
However, Lao Si's voice seemed to come from outside...
As soon as the thought came up, there was a muffled sound of air bursting in my ears, mixed with a small sound like a small firecracker.
He should be impressed by this special sound.
At this moment, the process of continuous rolling and collision of the speeding car seemed to be over. The car did not roll over and stopped. On the other hand, He Donglou's posture in the carriage was tossing and turning, and now he was almost lying on his side on the back seat.
The relatively stable spatial perception also made him feel more at ease. He curled up even tighter and covered his mouth and nose with the elbows holding his head. This posture left half of his face free, and one eye looked in the direction of Lao Si's voice and the explosion.
He was lying at an angle that allowed him to look out of the car window. It was from this moment that the chaotic information in his heart and the outside world finally had a relatively regular channel, slowly flowing through his restarted brain.
The first thing he saw outside the car window was Lao Si's tall back. He seemed to have just retreated from a slightly forward position and was confronting someone. He never looked back.
The surrounding light is surprisingly bright. Judging from the distribution of lamps and corresponding scenes, it looks like a shopping mall.
By the way, when the accident occurred, they were passing through the diverging guide rails on the periphery of a certain skyscraper. Perhaps during an emergency escape, the flying car broke away from the constraints of the magnetic rails and chose to make an emergency landing in a nearby shopping mall. This was the result.
But who attacked him?
There was no hail of bullets as expected, but Lao Si seemed to be able to control the situation...
The most important thing is that He Donglou also heard the noise of onlookers not far away. The human sounds outside, mixed with the sirens blaring in the mall, actually made him relax a little...perhaps because it was different from the dangerous scene he imagined.
Lao Si's voice rang again, this time not to him, but to the attacker:
"Who are you? Who sent you?"
He Donglou relaxed a little more. If the situation was really serious, Lao Si, a boring gourd, would probably not have the leisure to talk to the enemy...
However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, the floor where the speed car was located began to vibrate again. At the same time, there was the sound of Lao Si exhaling and exerting force, and then there was the sound of air bursting similar to the previous one. There was also a very noticeable heat wave, pouring in through the broken passenger window.
The speeding car vibrated significantly again, as if something hit it and pressed downwards, so that the front half of the car almost tilted upward.
He Donglou was so frightened that he trembled again, and then the exclamations from the crowd came over.
"Are you okay?" Lao Si's voice came to my ears again, slightly out of breath.
After half a second, He Donglou realized that this was being said to him, responded vaguely, and then thought:
Is this...resolved?
At this time, the communication bracelet vibrated. After glancing at the contact, he hurriedly answered the call: "Hey, hello, Dad! I was attacked...someone wants to kill me!"
The first two sentences were barely enough, but the sound immediately broke after that.
On the phone, He Bozheng's voice was steady and low: "The police drone has arrived. I have seen the situation at the scene. The situation is now controllable. Don't come out while you are in the car. Our family is also sending people there."
"Oh, okay, okay!"
No matter how rebellious he usually is, no matter how displeased his old man is, when something happened, his family's response was so quick and reliable that it was impossible for He Donglou not to be touched in his heart. He behaved as well-behaved as he had not seen him for twenty years. .
He Bozheng didn't say anything more to him and hung up the phone.
This time, He Donglou's mood has really calmed down, and he has even begun to worry about his own image: under the gaze of the onlookers, it is naturally impossible for him to hold his head and shrink back, so he tentatively spreads out his body and moves roughly For a moment.
Nothing happened later, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the car window with a straight eye.
When his speeding car hit him, the mall area was in a mess. I don't know if anyone was hurt.
Outside the car, the straight line distance between Lao Si and him was actually very close. At this time, he was twisting a person and pressing him against the trunk of the speeding car.
He Donglou also noticed that there was a dagger stuck under the left shoulder of the man who was twisted, and there was blood stains on it. He thought it was Lao Si's work.
Is this knife going to pierce the heart?
Sharp weapons can hurt people in public, and Lao Si is willing to take the risk this time.
It can be seen that the person who was twisted was wearing a striking fashion brand, very young dress, and wearing a one-piece black hood on his head, covering his head and face. At this time, he was limp and seemed to have lost consciousness.
Just seeing this scene, it is hard to imagine that this is the culprit of this attack.
Wait a minute, if it's a one-man assault...is this guy an esper?
He Donglou suddenly realized: weren't the two explosions outside the car the explosions caused by the awakened beings who had broken through the limits of ordinary people's bodies, and most likely the physical side of the awakened ones fighting against each other?
The fine crackling sound is a sign of the stretching and contraction of the fascial joints when the body exerts force.
In fact, during this period of time, he worked hard to build friendships with the circle of ability users in the Xiacheng branch, and also saw Xue Lei, Zhijian and others competing, so he gained this insight.
He Donglou followed this clue and thought: Since he is an ability user, is he from the Xiacheng branch, or is he a stranger who has infiltrated here?
How virtuous and capable is he to deserve this kind of treatment?
He Donglou twisted his face and looked at the guy who didn't know whether to live or die through the rear glass. Lao Si didn't want this source of danger to get too close to He Donglou, so he used all his strength to pull him back.
After taking two steps back, the attacker seemed to wake up suddenly, and suddenly there was another big struggle. Lao Si should have been prepared for this move, because the palm that had been clasped on the back of the man's neck suddenly exerted force, and it seemed that he had used a force that could break an ordinary person's neck.
The damage must have been sustained, but the attacker's death struggle was really strong. He actually forced Lao Si to move forward again, reversing the retreating trend.
The onlookers let out another scream, and then there was a "bang" sound, and the attacker hit the speeding car again.
This time, he hit the rear window directly.
In the carriage, He Donglou blurted out "Fuck" and ducked back. At this time, because Lao Si was too heavy-handed, he directly grabbed the attacker's hood off. The attacker's face was pressed firmly against the car glass, but he was still conscious, and his eyes were fixed on He Donglou in the back seat.
Looking out of the car window, the attacker's hands and feet were still struggling, as if he was trying to break through the obstruction of the car window glass and complete his set goal.
This burst of power made him ignore the fatal knife on his back. Even Lao Si could only use the weight of the speeding car to forcefully squeeze him.
This kind of scene is really a bit out of line.
He Donglou said nothing, but in his heart he probably said dozens or hundreds of "fuck"s. He wanted to get away, but the space in the carriage was limited, and the other person's face was so close that it was difficult not to look at it... If he had a gun in his hand, he would definitely have shot him in the head.
By the way, who is this ability killer? Did he kill someone to receive a reward, or did I steal his wife...
With curiosity, He Donglou had the courage to look at the man's face.
At first glance, he was stunned.
At the second glance, the identification failed because the other party's expression was too distorted and ferocious, and there were blood stains smeared on the mouth and nose;
At another glance, he saw the blurry reflection of his own face on the car window glass. This image coincided with the outline of the attacker's face outside, casting a heavy shadow on the other party.
But precisely because of this, the boundary between the two was blurred, and it was not clear for a while...
Which face is more like me?
"Wori!"
