Chapter 138 It is as fast as the wind and moves like thunder
Under the cover of late night, this remote road is far away from the hustle and bustle and bright lights of the city.
The street lights are sparse, and the dim light casts mottled shadows, adding a bit of haziness and mystery to this quiet space.
In this silence, there was suddenly a low and rhythmic roar of an engine, breaking the tranquility of the night.
From far to near, two will-o'-the-wisp teenagers rode a motorcycle together, like shooting stars in the night, piercing the silence of the night.
They rode modified motorcycles with flashing lights and deafening engine roars, like flowing neon lights in the night.
"Fly Pot~ Do we want to speed up now?"
The rider in front spoke with a Guangxi accent and couldn't help but whisper to the big brother behind him.
In the past, they bombed the streets casually.
Today, the elder brother behind me injured his butt and wanted to go for a ride, so he could only drive very slowly.
"How many times do you want me to say this?"
"I am Cang! Cang! Cang! Goshawk! Not that fly."
The elder brother with yellow hair behind him couldn't help but knock the helmet of the younger brother in front of him several times, until his own hands turned red.
His stuck words were not stuttering, he just said "Cang" and then patted the helmet of the younger brother in front of him to vent his anger.
"If you go any faster, half of my butt was already injured two days ago. If you go faster, do you want the other half of my butt to hang on a tree?"
The yellow-haired Goshawk stopped the fight at the right time, and then answered the innocent question of his little brother from Guangxi.
The day before yesterday, because he didn't stop the bike properly, he fell so hard that he couldn't even move his buttocks, which put an end to the idea of continuing to ride in a short period of time.
But he couldn't hold it in any longer.
If I can’t ride it myself, of course I’ll have fun letting my younger brother drive slowly with me.
Of course, he drove very slowly because he was taking care of his butt, so in order not to be laughed at, he asked his younger brother to take a joy ride on this remote and deserted road.
"Okay, Fly Pot ~ I'll ride slowly."
The younger brother just finished speaking.
The yellow-haired Goshawk behind him couldn't help but slap his younger brother's helmet several times, causing his own hands to become red and swollen.
And when the two were fighting.
A beam of high light shone from behind the two of them, lighting up most of the road.
Before the two of them started to curse.
A van just passed by the two of them and drove away with the roar of its engine.
It drove into the distance all of a sudden, and the figures behind it were immediately too far away to be seen clearly.
The wind brought by that speed made both of them feel their heads buzzing.
A cold sweat broke out subconsciously behind my back.
At such a fast speed, if it touches them, they will be broken into pieces here and there, and there will be no chance of survival.
"What the hell?! Driving so fast!!!"
"Do you think you are AE86?! Are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?"
Brother Goshawk couldn't help but open his helmet and roared angrily at the back of the car going away.
The roaring sound echoed in the empty streets.
Although he didn't touch it, the feeling of being on the edge of death just now still made him feel a wave of fear.
The last time I saw such a fast van was in a movie where a van was used to deliver tofu. The skill of turning the drainage ditch was amazing.
"Fly Pot, people ignore us and have gone far away."
The boy from Guangxi who was riding the bicycle said silently.
The two fell into an awkward silence.
The soft falling moonlight was blocked by clouds. The surrounding light seemed to dim as the two people became silent.
The only sounds in my ears were the low roar of the engine and the gentle sound of the night wind blowing by my ears.
Sudden!
There was a very sudden sound of footsteps, and it felt like it was getting closer and closer.
Immediately afterwards, from the corner of their eyes, the two of them noticed another extremely fast figure passing by.
Just like the van, it disappeared in an instant like the wind.
That figure is like a ghost!
Pass by without noticing, and disappear in an instant. The sudden footsteps also became smaller and smaller until they disappeared.
The two people in the car were stunned for a moment.
The younger brother couldn't help but brake to a stop, causing Brother Goshawk, who had an injured butt behind, to move forward due to inertia and let out a painful wail.
"Sorry, fly pot..."
"Um...was that a person just now?"
The younger brother swallowed, there was a pause between words, and he looked a little scared.
The van drove past at a high speed, which only made the two of them feel incompetent and wanted to curse.
But the figure just now rushed over.
The two of them couldn't help but feel confused, followed by deep fear.
Although they drive slowly.
But it is still a motorcycle after all.
No matter how slow he was just now, ordinary humans couldn't easily catch up.
And just now.
They were overtaken by an invisible figure, and even disappeared immediately.
That speed made the younger brother doubt that he might not be able to catch up even with all his strength on the motorcycle.
"Hi~ha..."
"Fart, how can someone be so fast?!"
Brother Goshawk cried out twice while holding his painful buttocks, and then subconsciously retorted.
But after saying that, he realized something.
That's not right...
They both saw themselves being passed by a figure.
If the thing this late at night is not a human being... could it still be a ghost? !
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stand on end.
The boy on the side obviously thought of this because of his words.
The two looked at each other silently.
It felt as if the air around them suddenly became a little colder, and invisible fear quietly arose in the hearts of the two of them at this moment.
"go home?"
"Go home!" The two of them said in unison, the younger brother's question, while the Goshawk brother's eager affirmation.
After saying that, the two men immediately turned around on their motorcycles.
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After deciding to pursue.
Chen Yun turned around and ran without hesitation.
It wasn't very fast at first, but then it accelerated more and more wildly.
Following the van, he first went straight, then made a few more turns, becoming more and more remote.
In this deserted lonely street.
He felt like a speeding train, sprinting with unparalleled momentum.
It was also like a ball of thunder suddenly bursting out.
To be honest, he had rarely run so wildly.
I have been living and studying myself in a big city, but I rarely have such an opportunity.
I still remember the last time I ran so wildly, it was in the jungle of Laojun Mountain in Yibin, jumping between the trees like Tarzan.
But that feeling was different from now.
Now I can run freely, instead of being blocked by all kinds of strange terrain.
Such continuous acceleration made him feel as if he was about to fly.
That's not to say it actually flew.
It's the feeling of moving forward lightly but extremely fast, the wind forming a wall in front of you, and the feeling of watching the scenery around you retreat crazily.
It seems to be somewhat similar to real physical flight.
Now, it is no exaggeration to say that he can escape the afterimage.
Ordinary 100-meter sprint world records and so on are like a child learning to walk in front of him today.
Even the idiots in the comment sections of many sprint videos can achieve the speed of 100 meters in three seconds with him.
And it's not the kind of fast 100 meters and three seconds that you'd get lucky with, it's a terrifying speed that you can actually run easily.
At this moment, it is as fast as the wind! Move like thunder!
His speed is faster than three seconds for 100 meters.
As we approached the van, which seemed to have been modified and soared to 150 yards, it was still not as fast as him.
No, not Yin Yin to be precise.
But indeed!
Chen Yun was sure that the 150-yard van was not as fast as him. He could quickly rush up and overtake the van.
But Chen Yun did not do this.
I just followed him from a distance with my 200-meter world-perception ability, and didn't really rush forward to stop the van in an American style.
Not to mention that I had never been hit by a car before, but whether I could withstand the impact of the van at 150 yards per hour.
Even if I can withstand it.
There was no way the van and the two people inside could withstand it.
Even if two people in the car are wearing seat belts, the force of such a high-speed impact may exceed the protective capabilities of the seat belts and airbags, resulting in serious internal injuries, fractures, or even death.
What's more, these two people were not wearing seat belts at all.
Moreover, an impact at such a high speed will cause great damage to the van's body structure, which will definitely cause the vehicle to deform or even disintegrate. The energy-absorbing area of the body cannot effectively absorb such a huge impact energy.
At that time, the entire van may twist, disintegrate, or even explode, and it will most likely make no difference whether the people inside are wearing seat belts or not.
Therefore, Chen Yun did not stop immediately.
Instead, he waited for the van to stop.
Fortunately, this opportunity is not difficult to wait for.
Ten minutes after passing a certain duo who was driving a motorcycle in the middle of the night, the van stopped on the side of the road.
As the car stalled.
The surroundings suddenly returned to silence.
The fugitive first looked behind him to make sure that the child was still asleep and that the rope binding him was not loosened.
Then he looked around through the rearview mirror and the car window. Even on this deserted street in the middle of the night, he was still alert.
I was afraid that someone would pop out of nowhere.
The night is like thick inkstone, too deep to be dissolved. There are sparse and towering trees on both sides, and their shadows are stretched out.
It swayed gently in the breeze and made a rustling sound, adding a bit of mystery and uneasiness to the silent night.
This is the path leading out of the city, so remote that there are very few street lights.
A streetlight can barely be seen in the distance, and the dim yellow light is scattered on the road. It seems that every beam of light is trying hard to resist the deep darkness around it, but it seems unable to do so.
At this moment, except for the sound of wind blowing leaves, there seemed to be no other movement around.
After pondering for a moment, he made sure there was no one around.
The fugitive took the passenger's homemade gun and held it tightly before opening the door and getting out of the car.
Standing among the trees on the roadside.
He held a homemade gun in one hand, and with the other hand he unzipped the trousers he had snatched from somewhere, spread his legs and started to release the water.
Under the sound of water, a stream of water followed by a parabola fell on the weeds beside the road.
The fugitive looked at the endless night and pondered for a moment, then shook his body and started to zip up his pants with one hand.
Even if there is no one around now.
He still didn't dare to let go of the gun in his hand.
Even though the action of letting him release the water is a little awkward, it doesn't matter.
A whole day of hiding and running made him understand that it was more reassuring to have a gun in his hand.
Always be cautious!
Today, I was able to escape safely because of the hiding place, escape route, and modified car that I had prepared in advance.
However, because there were too many preparations, they did not use homemade guns and children who were randomly tied up somewhere and prepared to be used as hostages.
Next, we just need to leave Shucheng safely.
If the sky is high and the bird can fly, it will be even harder for the police to catch him.
With this thought in mind, he turned around and got in the car from the closed driver's door after zipping his pants.
Just closed the car door.
Subconsciously looking through the rearview mirror at the person in the back seat, he couldn't help but froze on the spot.
Only a stranger was seen.
At some point, I sat down next to the sleeping child.
(End of chapter)