"Someone has to leave! It's okay, junior sister, I'll go and deal with him from behind! Get rid of that iron bird in the sky as soon as possible!" the female murderer said calmly.
Before I could react, I just felt a force coming from the other side of the back seat, hitting my waist hard. I subconsciously turned over to avoid it, but the trunk space was too narrow, so I couldn't avoid it. First it felt cold, then it felt hot again, with a burning tingling sensation, like being poked by a dagger!
It’s really cruel!
In order to avoid being poked into a hornet's nest, I took advantage of the inertia of the Maserati's forward momentum and squirmed toward the rear of the car with all my strength, finally escaping some distance.
Poof! Poof! Poof! Three more holes were poked in the back seat, and three rays of light leaked out. But soon, due to the elasticity of the seat surface, the wounds returned to their original shape.
Fortunately, her dagger seemed to be shorter, and the next three daggers did not hit me. I touched my lower back, and it was sticky, but I felt that the wound was not very deep, so it should be nothing serious. I touched the knife in my belt. Pistol, pull it out, point it towards the seat, pull it, pull it, paralyze it, can’t pull it, is it stuck?
I tried to move the sleeve like I did on TV, but it couldn't move!
What a piece of shit!
What should I do? I can't just sit here and wait for death. Since I have been discovered by the other party, there is no point in lurking any longer. I'd better run out as soon as possible!
I often read the Autohome website, and I roughly remember the structure of the car trunk. There should be a short rope inside, which is an emergency mechanism. As long as the rope is pulled, the trunk lid can be opened. I carefully maintained the connection with the back seat. distance (she was still poking back from time to time), while groping, she soon found the rope, pulled hard, and clicked, and a gap was opened in the trunk.
I pushed the trunk up and took a look outside. The Maserati was speeding through the forest. Behind the car, it swept up fallen leaves all over the sky. The thickness of the humus layer on the ground was not bad. It would be fine if I jumped, but I was injured. What if I get poked into my back by a dead branch in the leaf litter? It will hurt me to death!
Just as he was hesitating, the voice of the female murderer came from the front again: "Junior sister! He is going to jump out of the car! Stop quickly, he has seen your face, he cannot be left alive!"
Silence! You are beautiful and you are afraid of people seeing you?
I no longer hesitated, and before the female Taoist nun who was driving made any braking action, I jumped up and rolled down. The Maserati's center of gravity was low, and it was only half a meter high from the trunk to the ground. I landed on the ground and followed the vehicle as it rolled several times. Stopped, I quickly got up and ran in the opposite direction.
There was a sharp sound of brakes behind me, but at the same time, there was a huge roar above my head. I looked up and saw the helicopter chasing after the treetops. Maserati didn't know how many people were in the helicopter ( In fact, the pilot was the only one, and he didn’t have any weapons.) He didn’t dare to get out of the car to kill me, and kept driving forward, because further forward, it was not an artificial forest, but a natural forest. Over there The trees are taller and denser. When a car drives in, a helicopter may not be able to detect them in the air.
I touched the wound on my back again. It was located on the upper side and did not pierce the kidneys. I took a deep breath. I felt nothing and it did not pierce the lungs. I would not die!
So, I - you think I'm going to continue chasing the murderer?
I'm not a hero. I took off my suit jacket and simply bandaged the wound. I leaned against a big tree and stood firm. I kept breathing evenly and waited for rescue. This action resulted in minimal blood loss.
Sure enough, after the helicopter followed for a certain distance, it came back and lost track. Then it lost its function of providing enemy locations for ground patrols, and instead hovered above me, indicating my location to Dong Dahai and others.
Not long after, Dong Dahai and others ran over. He took a walkie-talkie and communicated with the pilot. The pilot said that a medical helicopter had been called for me and asked me to wait where I was. Dong Dahai left a patrol officer to accompany me. He led another patrolman and chased him through the woods.
"You are so brave, brother!" The patrol brother praised me while panting heavily.
I waved my hand and pulled out the pistol from my waist. He was startled and I quickly explained that it belonged to the comrade pilot.
"Brother, look, is this thing broken? Just now I had a chance to injure the murderer and stop the vehicle from moving forward, but at the critical moment, the trigger was not pulled and the slide could not be pulled." I handed over the gun. I killed him. This is not bragging. If the gun was normal just now, I could have injured both of them based on my judgment of the space in the car.
The patrol brother took the gun and said happily: "Brother, you didn't turn on the insurance!"
As he spoke, he opened a small black button with his thumb, pushed out the magazine, rolled up the slide, pulled the trigger, clicked, and fired normally!
That's right! Pistols are all equipped with safety devices. I was so anxious just now that I didn't think of that!
"Okay, brother, stop talking. Be careful of bleeding." The patrolman patted my shoulder and searched around, not knowing what he was looking for.
About five minutes later, Dong Dahai and the others ran back. The younger patrolman was carrying the female Taoist priest's cloth bag.
"Found it?" I asked.
Dong Dahai shook his head: "I ran into the mountains and only found that car..."
After another ten minutes, a larger helicopter flew into the sky and rappelled down two female doctors (the patrol team must have asked the local resident for help). Both of them were wearing camouflage uniforms with red crosses hanging on their shoulders. The armband should be medical ice. The two of them checked my wound and said it was not very deep. Just go back and bandage it. However, for the sake of safety, Dong Dahai let me lie on the stretcher and hoisted me onto the helicopter and flew to the second place. People's Hospital (a local cooperative hospital with a helipad on the roof).
After being pushed into the operating room, I lay on my stomach while the two doctors consulted and muttered something to the effect of: Does such a minor injury require surgery?
"Doctor," I looked back at them, "what kind of injury is it? Can you take a photo so I can take a look?"
The wound was on the left side of the middle of my back and I couldn't see it.
The doctor took a picture with his mobile phone and showed it to me. The area had been disinfected with alcohol cotton and the blood scab near the wound was wiped off. The wound was thin and it looked like it was less than a centimeter long?
This is impossible. After I got out of the Maserati, I touched it with my fingers. Although the wound was not deep, it was a wound at least five centimeters long. How could it have become so small after just a while...