"You want to attack yourself?!" Daniel was frightened and afraid of alerting the guards outside the door, so he forced himself to lower his voice, "It's up to me. If something happens to you..."
Boyn was too lazy to argue with Daniel about this, so he stopped him with a random excuse: "If you and I are injured, the government will handle it differently. Even if you break your arm, the government will just take you away."
, won’t let me leave here. Then what’s the point of everything you do?”
"Then if you do this, can I follow you out? Or, you have no intention of taking me out at all." Daniel asked.
"Why are you left here?" Boyin raised his head and said with a smile.
"That……"
Boyin held the fruit knife, and the blade of the fruit knife gently slid along his arm, looking for a suitable position: "When I went out, I held you tightly, couldn't you just hold me up? And you were with them
In my eyes, your value is far less than mine, so even if you follow me, there won't be much risk. If they can't pull you away, and they are eager to save people, they will definitely let you follow me."
"Are you sure you want to do this..." Daniel's eyes were attracted by the fruit knife that was about to be stained with blood. He was worried that this method would not work, and he was even more worried that Boyin would have an accident. "Even if we get out of here, we won't be able to do it."
There must be many people guarding us, but we still have no chance to get out."
"So you just stay here?"
"We could think of—"
"There is no other way, Daniel." Boyin interrupted Daniel very quickly and said in an unquestionable tone, "I followed Francis, then Chris, and now I am leading them. It has been two years.
For a long time. Do you know what is the biggest lesson I have learned in the past two years?"
Daniel swallowed. At this time, Boyin's eyes were firm and his expression was serious. Just like when he chose to deal with the government alone without hesitation, acting as a hostage to fight for development space, Boyin once again had the aura of despairing of death.
"I have no idea……"
"The biggest lesson I learned is that those who sit and wait for death will die." Boyin said, "I know you are worried that something will happen to me. Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion."
Since Boyin said so, Daniel had nothing to dissuade. He just stood there and nodded, waiting for Boyin to take action.
Boyin's eyes were always calm. After Daniel had no objection, he held the fruit knife and made a cut in the right place.
Blood suddenly emerged from the long and slender wound, and the flesh and blood was shocking.
"Then what?!" Daniel suddenly became at a loss when he saw Boyin sitting there without saying a word after cutting himself.
"Knock on the door." Boyin gritted his teeth and hid the bloody fruit knife in his waist.
"Okay!" Daniel rushed to the door and slammed the door violently, "Someone come quickly! Mr. Boyne is injured! Open the door quickly!"
As soon as he roared, the guard who reacted quickly opened the door. The two of them rushed to Boyin, who was sitting on the sofa with a pale face and bleeding arms. They asked Daniel about the situation: "What's going on?!"
"Daniel! Come help me!" Boyin shouted.
"Ah! Okay!" Daniel came to his senses and did not reply to the guard's question. He quickly stepped forward and helped Boyin up with the other two guards. "Hurry up and take Mr. Boyin to treat the wound! He will die if he continues like this.
!”
The leader of the four guards was not simple. He knew that Bo Yin would not be injured for no reason, so there must be some conspiracy behind it.
"You and him are supporting each other. You go and notify Director Locke Shriver of the news. You stand behind you and let's go." The guard leader standing at the door immediately pulled out his pistol, arranged the tasks of the other three guards, and took charge of leading the way.
Hospital.
"Come on!" Daniel helped Boyin walk toward the door.
A guard ran away first to report the situation.
The rest of the people walked along the side of the corridor.
"I can't walk anymore." Boyin was supported and walked for less than ten meters when his legs became weak and he almost fell to the ground.
"I'll carry him, you hold him up!" The guard responsible for supporting Boyin knew the importance of Boyin, so without thinking too much, he immediately put Boyin on his back and continued on his way.
Daniel stood beside him and supported him: "How do you feel?! Are you okay?!"
"Well..." Boyin's condition became visibly weaker. He seemed to have no strength to make a sound and was trying to explain something to Daniel with his eyes.
"You must hold on!" Daniel vaguely understood.
"Get out of the way! He's injured! Get the car ready quickly! Bring enough people! Let's go to the hospital!" The guard leader led a group of people all the way to the first floor of An Intelligence Building, asking other people who didn't know the situation to disperse while seeking support.
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"Okay! Take him out through the front door!" Others on the first floor also immediately started to work. Some people went to arrange the car, while others came to help.
Within two minutes, Boyin was carried to several cars outside the Intelligence Bureau of the Government Building.
Daniel had quick eyesight and quick hands. Without waiting for others to intervene, Daniel opened the door of a car first, took Boyin from the guard's back, helped him into the car and got in at the same time: "Quick, quick, quick! He's bleeding
There was a lot of blood!”
The guard leader got into the driver's seat, and the other two sat in the passenger seat, while Boyne and Daniel sat in the back.
Another group of people who rushed out of the intelligence bureau got into other cars and followed Boyin's car to the hospital.
Daniel wiped the sweat from Boyin's forehead with trembling hands: "How do you feel?"
"It's okay..." Boyin gritted his teeth and made a vague sound. He leaned back on his chair, squinted his eyes and saw in the rearview mirror that a total of three vehicles from the Intelligence Bureau had followed him to help protect him, and he thought about what to do next.
Do, "Help me use clothes to briefly bandage the wound first."
"Okay, okay..." Daniel hurriedly took off his clothes, pulled out a strip of cloth and simply bandaged Boyin.
"How did you get injured?" the guard leader, who was speeding in his car, asked in a deep voice.
Boyin looked at the driver's seat, where the guard leader was looking straight ahead and driving, while the co-pilot was holding a pistol and staring at him: "I accidentally got cut."
"What did you get cut by?" the guard leader asked.
"Take me to the hospital, why are you asking so many questions?" Boyin groaned in pain to divert the guard's attention.
"Acker, keep an eye on him."
"Yes." A guard also sitting in the back seat agreed, keeping a close eye on Boyin in case he suddenly made any dangerous moves.
Boyin leaned his head against the passenger seat: "Can you, can you go faster!"
"We can't go any faster, the road is full of ice and it's easy to lose control," the guard leader said.
"If we don't hurry up, I...I'm going to die..." Boyin's voice became weaker and weaker.
When the guard leader heard this, he had to tense up and speed up the car: "Just hold on, you can get to the nearest hospital in five minutes at most."
Boyin didn't speak any more. He slowly touched his waist with his right hand and grasped the handle of the fruit knife he brought with him.
About thirty seconds later, Boyin seemed to have stopped moving.
The guard leader noticed something unusual: "Why didn't he move?"
Daniel sat next to Boyin. He called Boyin several times but received no response. He became even more flustered: "Mr. Boyin seems to have fainted. Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"Damn it." The guard leader cursed and had to speed up the car.
At this time, Daniel felt Boyin's foot bumping him lightly. He was keenly aware that Boyin had not actually fainted, and this behavior was telling him to prepare for action.
If something really happened to Boyin and caused some problems in the government peace talks, these guards might not be able to save their lives. Therefore, after thinking that Boyin had fainted, they lowered their guard a lot and looked outside anxiously.
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Suddenly, Daniel felt Boyin quietly kicking him again. His heartbeat could not help but accelerate, and his hands and feet were even colder than the injured Boyin.
"Take the gun!"
Boyin's voice suddenly sounded in the car.
Before the co-pilot's guard could react, Boyin, who had his head leaning against the co-pilot, found Boyin who could be attacked as quickly as possible and pulled out a fruit knife and plunged it into his neck.
After being notified in advance, Daniel was half a step faster than the guard. Before the guard sitting next to him could raise his gun, he grabbed the gun and struggled with him.
"Don't stop!" Boyin endured the severe pain and put the fruit knife on the neck of the guard leader in the driver's seat, "Drive towards the North District!"
The guard leader glanced at his companion next to him who was splattered with blood, and steadied the steering wheel: "Do you know what it means if you do this? The peace talks between your Equality Association and the government will break down!"
"Do you really want to follow the Equality Association's suggestions and solve the problem? We are the only ones you want to solve the problem you raised." Boyin said coldly.
"Mr. Boyne! Here!" Daniel hadn't decided the winner with the guard in the back seat, so he had to hand the gun he grabbed to Boyne.
Boyin tremblingly raised his injured hand to take the pistol, pointed it at the head of the guard in the back seat and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The back seat was also splattered with blood.
Both Boyin and Daniel were covered in blood, and the guard who had been resisting just now had his head tilted and was out of breath.
"Hold it." The shot shocked Boyin, whose arm was injured, and he almost let go.
"Huh...huh...huh..." Daniel took the gun, gasping for air and wiping the blood on his face with his hand.
"Where's Rock Shriver?" Boyne pressed the fruit knife against the neck of the only remaining guard leader.
The guard leader didn't dare to move: "He's in the office."
"He's not here, otherwise he wouldn't have followed out!" Boyin didn't have time to deal with the guards and yelled, "If you didn't say anything, you would end up like them!"
"Don't you dare kill me! If you kill me, everyone will die!" The guard honked the horn, indicating that they were in a high-speed car.
"Really?" Boyin said and was about to stab the knife into his neck.
Seeing that there was no panic on Boyin's face, as if he was really determined to die with him, the guard panicked and said, "I said!"
"Say." Boyin stopped trying.
"Director Locke Shriver is outside now investigating information about your Equality Society," the guard replied.
"What's going on outside now?" Boyin asked again, "Have you found any information about the Equality Society?"
"We only found your people near the military warehouse, so Director Rock Shriver personally went to investigate the situation." the guard said.
"What else do you know?"
The guard breathed rapidly: "I don't know anymore."
"Did Chris escape from prison?" Boyin asked a suspicion he had long had.
"...Yes." The guard responded.
"He?!" Daniel, who was holding the gun, was stunned.
Boyin was still very calm: "Has he returned to Lezein?"
"He must be back. We have arrested many prisoners who are close to him recently, but we haven't found any clues." The guard felt regretful. If he had known this, he would not have taken charge of guarding Boyin. In the beginning, he
I wanted to avoid exposure to the elements and the pressure of investigation, so I took the initiative to be a guard. Who would have thought that being a guard would be the most dangerous thing.
"If you know anything else, tell me. Don't wait for me to ask you." Boyin knew that he was in a bad state, and if he didn't understand the situation earlier and make a judgment, it would probably lead to a catastrophe.
"I really don't know anything else. I don't have many responsibilities, and my authority isn't very high," the guard said.
Boyin used the rearview mirror to look behind him. The three cars following him probably noticed something unusual, so they increased their speed at the risk and gradually approached them: "Daniel, slow them down."
"Yes." Daniel lowered the window and the cold wind rushed in. He shivered, reached out his hand, and fired continuously at the car behind him.
"Bang bang bang!"
One magazine was empty of bullets, and only two or three bullets hit the car behind.
But this is enough.
When the road is icy, if you panic while driving, you may lose control. Not to mention that they are driving very fast, and they subconsciously turn the steering wheel to avoid being attacked by guns in front of them.
Among the three cars, the first one skidded and drifted into a shop on the street.
The streets were in chaos, with pedestrians running in all directions. After hearing the gunshots, patrol guards from all over the place also rushed towards this direction.
The other two did not dare to act rashly for fear of hurting Boyin.
Their car can hit him, but Boyin's car can't hit him. Boyin was already injured, and if there's another car accident, who can guarantee his safety?
How could Rock Shriver care about them after learning the news? He would only ask them why they attacked, without giving priority to the safety of the other party.
Therefore, the speed of the two cars behind slowed down a lot, reducing the pressure on Boyne's side.
"What's next?" Daniel loaded a new magazine.
"Drive towards the north area." Boyin's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, "Daniel, come and watch him."
"Understood!" Daniel loaded the gun and put the muzzle of the gun against the head of the guard leader from behind: "Don't move or think wrong, or I'll kill you with one shot."
"A misfire will do no good to us." The guard leader just reminded Daniel to be careful of a misfire.
Boyn leaned back on the back seat again.
His injury was not serious. It looked like he was bleeding a lot, but he was not seriously injured. However, despite being so injured, he still couldn't bear it after doing so many things while being injured.
"Uh... hiss..." He tightened Daniel's bandage and wiped the sweat that was almost blurring his vision. "As long as you can take us to the North District, you have a chance to live."