Chapter 389 Sanity Derailed
Bang!
In the short moment of distraction, a huge force came from the chest. The strong man hit Anson's chest with his head like a rhinoceros. Taking advantage of Anson's unpreparedness, he directly knocked Anson over. .
Oops!
Ignoring the pain, Ansen had only one thought in his mind, worried that the strong man would catch up with the boy and his mother.
"Jack, don't look back."
Never, never look back, just walk away without any nostalgia.
Anson stood up quickly with hands and feet. The next second he saw that the strong man was not chasing after him. He felt a little relieved, but he did not relax his vigilance. His eyes were fixed on the strong man in front of him, and a bloody smell came from the tip of his tongue. , his chest was rising and falling violently like a bellows, but now he calmed down.
"So, are you ready? Now, you have found a suitable opponent."
The strong man went crazy, opened his bloody mouth, and rushed forward.
Bull collision!
But Anson dodged like a matador with light steps, accurately grabbed the strong man's shoulders and arms, and pushed with added force.
The strong man lost his balance and stumbled out, flying into the air. The next second he was pulled by gravity and fell heavily.
A moment of embarrassment.
Anson, on the other hand, is light-footed and calm, and has completely regained his focus. The results of the six months of hard training for "Spider-Man" are evident. Although he is not a kung fu master, he can deal with such a bull with no strength. Still at your fingertips.
The strong man seemed to be insulted, and stood up quickly using his hands and feet.
“Ahhh!”
roared again, like Rocky, protecting his head with both hands, making a boxer's posture, ready to attack.
But he never expected that this set of actions would not pose any threat to Anson at all.
With one dodge and two dodges, Ansen easily dodged the strong man's punches. On the contrary, the strong man almost lost his footing after punching in succession. This became Ansen's opportunity to lower his center of gravity and aim at the strong man. Han's abdomen was punched continuously with both hands.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Like hitting a sandbag, the strong man retreated step by step. In the end, he lost his balance and stumbled backwards, rolling out in one fell swoop.
However, Ansen still did not relax. He took a stance and prepared to take a step forward.
The strong man seemed to be frightened. He crawled back two steps using his hands and feet like a spider. He waited for Anson with lingering fear. After a moment of stalemate, he no longer cared about the situation and turned around to run away. , and fled in the opposite direction where the boy and his mother had just left.
Anson still didn't let him go.
"Escape!"
"Use all your strength to escape, or I will beat you every time I see you."
Rage is burning in the chest.
Until the stumbling figure of the strong man completely disappeared, Anson stopped paying attention and turned around to chase after the boy and his mother in the direction they left.
For such a matter, relying only on Anson's occasional assistance will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. After all, legal and official agencies will still need to intervene to provide help. If the boy can still be seen, Anson will suggest that they go to the hospital for an injury assessment, and then go to the police. It must be Leave a record.
Otherwise, that man will not be honest.
However, after chasing them all the way, looking in all directions and listening in all directions, they turned a corner and entered a bustling area. The crowds of vehicles and people suddenly became turbulent. Ansen never saw the two figures, and he continued in one breath. I chased him down two streets, but I didn't see a similar figure in every corner.
Whoop, whoop, whoop.
Anson stood on the street, supporting his knees with both hands, breathing heavily, feeling the burning and stinging in his lungs, the tightness and burning of his muscles, and the feeling of emptiness after all the energy was released in just a short moment. It seemed particularly real, and my feet felt the presence of the ground again.
Gravity pulled at my ankles, causing my knees to tremble slightly.
It is heavy and tired, but everything is real.
Maybe, they have hidden; maybe, they have completely escaped. It's a good thing, at least today, they shouldn't be found.
“Bah!”
"Grass!"
"Didn't you see the green light? Are you looking for death when you cross the road? If you want to die, no one will stop you, which will reduce some carbon dioxide emissions; but it is best to change places, don't look here My bad luck.”
There was a crackling sound and a sudden burst of wind and rain.
Anson was agitated, and all his thoughts and souls were pulled back into his body. He looked around subconsciously, thinking that he was standing in the middle of the road blocking traffic -
No.
Anson stood obediently on the sidewalk, not obstructing any drivers.
So...
Anson saw a white-haired old woman hurriedly cutting into the driveway. She was holding a dark brown supermarket paper bag in her hand, which contained some apples and The oranges were accidentally scattered, and she entered the driveway subconsciously preparing to pick them up.
So much so that the vehicles behind were startled.
My heart returned to Anson's chest. He couldn't care about himself for the time being. At the end of a series of stormy waves and storms, he had no time to sort out his thoughts. He quickly stepped forward and looked at the man who apologized repeatedly but was at a loss what to do. The old lady raised her voice and spoke to the driver who stuck his head out and cursed.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Taking a deep breath, Anson calmed his racing heart a little, and then quickly picked up the apples and oranges scattered on the ground.
The driver still refused to give up, "Hey, if the old man loses his mind, he should wait for death at home and run out to harm society..."
Bah, bah, blah, blah, no end. He opened his mouth and saw that the words were getting harder and harder, and Anson couldn't listen anymore.
“Shut up!”
Turning around, Anson scolded him back.
"Enough is enough, don't talk as if you will never grow old, otherwise others will call you that soon, you loser."
In a few words, he hit you hard head-on.
Seeing that the driver's eyes were red, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action, but Anson was not afraid at all, he also rolled up his sleeves and walked over.
"What? Are you ready to take action?"
"Very good, I'll accompany you."
It just so happened that his reason was still derailed and he needed to vent. Even if it wasn't the strong man, everyone else also wanted to vent.
He was ready to get into an accident and let out all his suppressed and aggrieved emotions. Now someone came to his door, which was just what he wanted. How could he have the heart to refuse?
Anson didn't pause at all and walked up in big strides. His murderous look made the driver stunned. Goosebumps came out crazily. As soon as he opened the door, he quickly closed it and hurriedly closed the window. He shook it quickly and was still mumbling, but in the end he didn't shout.
I secretly glanced at Anson, but after seeing the murderous look in Anson's eyes, I gave up. I shut my mouth obediently, swallowed all my complaints, quietly whistled and looked at the sky, pretending to be something. Nothing happened.
The noise disappeared.
After such a short catharsis and release, Anson's reason finally quietly returned to the right track, and the turbulent emotions calmed down bit by bit.
Despite this, Anson still did not leave immediately, but stood there, watching the driver quietly, expressing his attitude with his eyes:
How about it, are you sure you don’t want to fight? ?
(End of this chapter)