Chapter 155 Hello, Kosmo
"Don't run!"
On the empty avenue, seven or eight strong men in black were chasing the boy relentlessly, and they had already chased him for three blocks.
The boy being chased naturally didn't answer, and he even had the mind to ask in his mind:
[If you want to catch up with me, shouldn't you hold your breath and run? Why did you shout? Do they think I will stop because of this? It's unreasonable. ]
"Don't run!"
The seven or eight strong men in black behind him were chasing him relentlessly, and they had already chased him for three blocks.
The boy's running posture was very abstract, his head turned to the right, his left eye glanced at the road ahead, and his right eye glanced at the back.
[The seaside villa area is open and not suitable for hiding. If you run east or north, you will run out of the seaside area, and the situation there is unclear, so it won't work. Can we only find a way to lead them to the shack area in the south...]
After quietly planning the route in his mind, Kosmo saw the black muzzle of the gun in the corner of his right eye.
[Can't you bear it anymore? 】
Kosmo knew very well that the other party had not fired for three reasons: first, they were confident that they could catch up with him; second, the sound of the gunshot would be heard far away. If Kosmo had accomplices, it would undoubtedly point the way for the other party; third, bullets were expensive, especially pistol bullets. Half a pound of compressed biscuits could only be exchanged for three bullets, and in stark contrast to some commodities, bullets were often in short supply.
But it didn't matter, it was just a gun, wasn't it? Kosmo smiled as if he thought it was "nothing special" and ran towards the alley on the side.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three gunshots were heard from behind.
The first bullet hit a street lamp in the distance, leaving a small black hole on the white lamp pole.
The second bullet smashed the window on the second floor of the villa on the roadside, and wailing and screaming came from the house at the same time. Even a small amount of blood and pieces of meat flew through the window to the middle of the road, leaving a deep red spot.
The third bullet flew by the boy's waist, tearing a corner of his ink-colored shirt, and then hit the thick wooden railing, with wood fragments flying everywhere.
"Crack! Crack!"
The sturdy man with the gun pulled the trigger twice more, but there were no bullets left, so he could only pull up his feet and continue chasing.
"Hmph..."
Kosmo groaned, covered his waist, and continued to run wildly.
While running, he quickly glanced at his palm, and the bright red blood had already overflowed.
It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it. Originally, there was only a slight pain, and he just felt a little cold in his waist, but now, with his deep and shallow movements, the tearing and burning sensation at the wound was so obvious.
[I was shot? No, it shouldn't be possible! ]
The palm quickly swept across the waist, and as expected, a flying wooden wedge was inserted into the flesh.
His hand quickly swept across his trouser pocket again, and there was a small bulge inside, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
[Fortunately, the evidence is not lost. As long as this is handed over to Sister Anna as agreed, the things here will be known to the outside world, and everyone will be saved...]
With this belief, he continued to run, running numbly, leaving a long blood line on the road behind him, as if some indescribable rope tied him painlessly, but did not restrain his steps.
The road gradually became narrower, the light and shadow gradually became dim, the ground became muddy, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of decay.
I don't know if it was because of the uneven road, Kosmo stumbled and supported the wall on the side by inertia, but he didn't stop there - his slender arms bent and exerted force, and Kosmo's thin body bounced up quickly like a basketball filled with air as soon as it touched the wall, and continued to run stumblingly.
[This is Kroonni Street 1. If we run 600 meters forward and turn left into Boro Street 3, we can successfully lead them into the crowded shantytown. Once we get there, it will be easy to get out! ]
But 600 meters... 600 meters!
This distance may not be a big deal, but if we consider that he has been running for five or six kilometers with injuries, and if we consider that he has been in a state of embarrassment due to lack of food and clothing, this last section of the journey has become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
[No, then it seems that the second method can only be used. ]
The pain kept stimulating his nerves, his steps became slower and slower, and the footsteps behind him became clearer and clearer, but the fear he imagined did not appear.
No, it's not "no", but "not in time".
Before he even had time to be afraid, he felt a pressure on his shoulders, followed by a pain in his ankles, and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably.
"Cough..."
The painful cough caused by the short vibration of the chest was quickly pushed back by the two knees on the left and right.
Two strong men handcuffed his arms, and two more stepped on his knees, pressing him down on the cold bricks. Sticky mud squeezed out from the cracks in the bricks and soon covered the bricks.
"Looks like you are the vigilante who has become famous recently?"
The strong man with a pistol on his waist circled around him and asked with interest.
"Ah! What can I say to you, kid? You really think you are good enough to be a "vigilante" in a small town like Fario? You dare to play this trick in Attica - bah! There is no need for a half-grown child like you to uphold justice here. Hand over the things!"
But Kosmo just stiffened his neck and said nothing.
"You are a little tough... hit me!"
【Good opportunity! 】
The moment the strong men let go of Kosmo's hands and feet, he flicked his wrist, and a pill-shaped smoke bomb slipped from the hidden pocket in his sleeve. He hooked his index finger to pull out the latch, then turned over and threw it into the air.
"Bang!"
The autonomous short-fuse smoke bomb exploded quickly, and the choking smell of smoke filled the air instantly.
A strong man followed the direction in his memory and kicked "Kos Mo" violently, but obviously everything failed.
Before he could retract his foot, his wrist suddenly hurt.
"ah!"
First the kicking foot, then the standing foot. In an instant, Kosmo broke his hamstring.
Then the young man jumped up suddenly on all fours and pushed the strong man who could not stand to the ground...
"Puff" - "Puff" - "Puff", the blood overflowed onto Kosmo's hands, and the blood splashed onto Kosmo's face. The warm, sticky and slippery feeling woke him up - he had been trying The avoided close combat finally happened.
Without any further hesitation, he cut the strong man's throat with a knife before the others could react, and then rushed out of the smoke, his back gradually blending into the slowly falling night.
【Are you getting rid of it now? 】
In the closed alley, Kosmo breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that there were no more footsteps chasing him.
As the breath fell, the motivation from the surge of adrenaline slowly dissipated, and he could feel the pain in his knuckles caused by excessive force, he could feel the burning in his lungs, and he could feel his waist. The coldness of the wound.
[It’s not far from the stronghold... Forget it, let’s stay here for a while and rest for a while...]
His body fell backwards weakly and fell against the wall that was not cold.
【etc! Why is this wall warm? 】
Kosmo turned around in horror, and when their eyes met, he saw a pair of silver-gray eyes.
Before his mind could react, his body had already made a decision - the bloody knife in his hand drew an arc in mid-air and quickly stabbed the person behind him in the waist and abdomen.
It wasn't until the tip of the knife was about to touch the man's body that he hesitated -
【not good! Maybe he's not a bad guy! 】
But it's too late!
"when!"
Kosmo's eyes followed the broken tip of the knife as it fell to the ground, and then jumped on the ground twice, and then an incredible expression appeared.
Then, his sight was covered by a shadow, which was the big hand of the person in front of him slowly grabbing at him.
He wanted to resist, but he didn't know how to resist, or maybe he just didn't have time yet...
But then his shoulders sank, and he realized that the other party just patted him on the shoulder.
"Hello, Kosmo."