Chapter 126: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Translator: Lionwwang Editor: Lionwwang
Wind is not cold, but my heart is cold. Night is not frozen, but my heart is frozen!
I walk down the stairs with my mind almost emptied. There’s no one in the courtyard. Walking all the way with a path behind the house, there’s an iron door. Jim didn’t lie to me. The door is unlocked. Out of the door is the street.
My mind is in a mess, and my heart is turning upside and down. My whole brain is repeating one sentence only.
Juan wants to kill me!
Juan wants to kill me!!
Juan wants to kill me!!!
I really want to laugh. For his daughter, I abandon my family, abandon my girlfriend to fugitive like a lost dog. I just keep my commitment. Now, he’s going to kill me!
For five years, I take him as a brother, as a father, and now he’s going to kill me!
There are few passers-by in the long street at night. I don’t know what time is it. I didn’t look at the clock when I came out, and I don’t have the habit of wearing a watch. I just see many shops have closed and only the street lights are shining.
“I’ll sit here for an hour. I give you one hour, if you haven’t been killed by the hands outside. I’ll catch up and finish you myself!”
One hour!
One hour!
Suddenly, I feel great resentment and anger.
Whereby? Why?
Whereby?! Why?!
I am laughing sadly, and the violence in my heart is growing little by little.
Come to take my life?! Ha-ha!
I slap myself to force myself to calm down. Even though my lips are bitten by myself and start bleeding, but the pain is arousing my deep desire to survive.
It seems that I just wake up from my dream! What has happened is like a nightmare. And now, I’m back to walking into reality.
In the streets around me, I don’t know how many hidden killers there. I just put my hand in my pants pocket and touching the handle of the saw-tooth knife. It is hard, cold and steady. My heart is a little solid.
I walk across several streets and begin to think about my current situation. Now the most urgent thing is to find a way to leave this city first.
I still don’t need to think about the railway station. It’s absolutely impossible. All public transport facilities are basically out of the option.
While I’m walking and thinking, I stop suddenly! Over the street, the lights are somewhat dim, and there is a vehicle repair shop is putting down the roller shutter door beside the street.
The street is quiet except for a street lamp overhead, which is flickering from time to time because of poor circuit contact. I see a van is slowly parking in the middle of the road. The doors of the van open suddenly, some long-haired men in flowery shirts are jumping out. Everyone has a knife on hand.
I turn around and see a few figures at the back intersection, approaching me like ghosts.
Coming so soon?
I have a sneer on my face. But my heart has been sinking.
These people are approaching. I stop suddenly, take off my coat quickly, and then I carefully wrap several layers around my left arm, tie a knot with the sleeves. Then I take a deep breath, take the saw-toothed knife out of my pocket and hold it in my right hand, stepping ahead quickly.
“That’s him! Cut him!” One of those people is screaming and everyone are rushing to me.
A knife is chopping to me. I immediately turn away. The blade was almost sticking to the tip of my nose. At the same time, I hit him on the bridge of his nose with a hard punch. He’s yelling, his nose is crushed and he is falling down.
I’m fighting for my life at the moment, so I’m doing my best to show no mercy! Another knife is cutting from behind. I put out my left arm to block it. With a sniff, the blade falls on my left arm. Fortunately, my left arm has been wrapped with the coat layer by layer. This knife tears several layers but doesn’t hurt my skin. I stab the knife to his neck with my back hand and pull it out quickly.
Scarlet blood is splashing over me, warming my face and neck. The man is covering his neck softening. But others are not afraid to see blood, but inspiring them to be fierce!
I know, these are not ordinary hooligans, but are daring fighters!
My knife is waving, and I’m shielded by my left arm. But I’m surrunded in all directions by blades. I chop down another one. The knife is stricking on that man’s shoulder, but he is struggling, I have no time to pull the knife out. As a result, although I’ve cut him down, but I have also lost my weapon.
At the same time, I’m feeling a pain in my back. There’s a knife cutting into my back. My back is hot and moist, and my underwear is red with blood. I’m stumbling forward, and a man in front is immediately stabbing to me to the chest with the knife. In a hurry, I try my best to pause at my feet, and make a hard side slice to let go of his blade. Then I squeeze his wrist and tug back.
He can’t hold his own balance at that time. I take advantage of the momentum to squeeze his wrist and stab him in his lower abdomen with his knife. Then I quickly turn around him and pull out the knife.
The man’s blood is splashing from his lower abdomen, he is falling down to the ground slowly. I retreat slowly, eyes are full of the hysterical murderous looks, staring at the people in front of me.
A total of about ten people, four of whom have been cut down by me, especially the one whose shoulder was stabbed, have been lying on the ground with constant convulsions and seems hardly to live longer.
Now I am like a mad tiger, my eyes are red, holding the knife cring: “Come on! Just come to kill me!”
I hold my head up, although the pain behind my back is so hurt that my face has twisted. But my body is as straight as a javelin, red with blood, and staring at these people frantically!
The remaining few guys are hesitating, and just then, two more vans are coming at full speed. The doors open and some strong men are jumping out again. All are rushing to me with the knives in their hands.
The guys in front of me are immediately getting bold and coming to cut me with the knives. A man has come up to me almost face to face. I use my knife to defend his knife, then I kick him under his crotch. At this time, a knife is stabbing to me from the left side, but I do not hide, but facing up!
The blade is almost cutting into my scapula, and the blood is splashing out like the red satin. Just as his knife stricks me on the shoulder, I have scratched him on the neck with my knife in the back. Blood sprayes on my face, and I immediately see the blood red!
The man throws his knife, covering his neck and softening slowly. I’m stepping back immediately, gasping like an angry ox. That man’s knife on my shoulder is still stuck on my scapula. I grit my teeth and pull it out with my back hand, holding it with my left hand. My both hands are holding knives, staring at the group in front of me.
They seem a little stunned, as if they haven’t expected me to be so tough. I have cut down several people in one breath, but still staring at them like a wolf. I know my eyes must be frightening at the moment. The expression on my face is totally distorted, even though I am gasping in pain, but I’m still holding my head up!
“He’s alone! What are you afraid of?” One of them is shouting, and they are quickly surrounding me.
“Finish him! He’s worth one million!” Another man is shouting.
I stare at the fellow immediately, and then jumping to him. The man is dodging backwards immediately, but I am faster than him. My whole body is crashing into his arms, then I stab his chest with the knife. He’s immediately spewing blood. As soon as I pull out the knife, without enough time to turn back, I just feel a sharp pain on my right arm. On the right side, a knife has fallen on my arm. My right hand is soft and the knife on that hand falls to the ground. I am gritting my teeth, turning around, waving my left knife to stab back.
The opponent’s knife has just been drawn, and I cut him into his arm. Then with a sharp screaming, a broken arm is flying into the sky. He is sitting on the ground with the broken arm. And I’m no good either. One of the people behind hits my back. My eyes are almost darkening due to the great pain.
I feel the loss of the strength from my whole body. A lot of blood loss makes my body is losing strength little by little. The knife in my hand is a little unstable.
I have kept fighting for several rounds, have a few new wounds to my body, especially a guy I’ve cut down. Have fallen to the ground, he still cut my thigh. On the spot, I’m staggering and almost falling down.
I know I’m dying, but my desire to survive is getting stronger and stronger. I’m slamming my shoulder against the person in front of me and running forward quickly.
The two sides of the street have been blocked by the vans, and I see the closing vehicle repair shop.
The original shopkeeper sees the fighting in the street and has already scared to close the door. The curtain door has been pulled down, but the small door has not closed yet. I rush there, bang the door open, and then force the boss to avoice with my knife. My face is covered with blood. I hesitate a little, then knock the boss unconscious with a heavy punch.
The door behind him has been closed, but it’s smashed into the chaotic bangs. It won’t last long. I pick up an iron wrench from the ground and stick it on the lock. The gate is roaring and might be smashed down at any time. I just run right behind the shop.
There must be a back door here! With all my last strength, I stagger backwards and burst open one of the wooden doors inside. Behind is a tool warehouse, which has stored a lot of the big and small boarders, hammers, welding rods, and some automotive parts there.
There’s another door behind. I rush over, twist twice and find it’s locked. Then I pick up a hammer to smash the lock. The whole process takes only a dozen seconds.
I kick open the door, there is a yard behind. There are several houses there. Although the lights have gone out at night, the residents must have fallen asleep, but the sound of the door smashing still shocked many people. I see the lights in several rooms are on. I pick up a pair of pliers from the warehouse, take a sharp screwdriver to insert into my waist, then I run quickly into the yard.
There are no doors, no walls in the yard, and only houses on all sides. I vaguely hear the loud bang, as if the door behind have been smashed open!
I can’t afford to hesitate at this moment! My life is hanging by the threadens!
I kick open the door of a house! Fortunately, this is an old-fashioned wooden door. Although I have a sharp pain from the wound on my leg, I’m still bumping into the room. Inside the room is a bedroom. In the bed of the room, there is a couple of people who are awakened by me and turning over from the bed to sit up. The woman is screaming. The man sees my look of bathed in blood, is looking pale with frighten.
I am shouting out quickly: “It’s nothing to do with you. Don’t move and it will be all right!”
Then in the darkness I find the door. I open the lock and run out.
It’s another street outside. As soon as I go out, there are screaming behind, and those killers have been following up.
I am rushing along the street.
My feet are soft and my legs are torn. It makes me running much slower than usual. I’m bleeding all over, I don’t know how long I can support myself!
At this moment, the only idea in my mind is:
Run!
Run!!
Run!!!
Turning a corner, someone has already caught up. I grab down a garbage box beside the road, and the people behind me is tripped. I turn into an alley.
It’s a city I’m totally unfamiliar with. I don’t know how many turns I have made in these alleys. Every dark and secluded road seems to be a monster which might devour me, but I have no choice! Don’t know when, one of my shoes has fell off. I cover the wound on my shoulder with my strength, and blood is still pouring out of my fingers.
The more I run, the colder I’m feeling.
Finally, I have rushed out of the last intersection and come to a busier street. This is obviously a snack street.
As I am rushing out of the alley, I hit my head on a table. Some people are eating around the table. I bump to them head-on, and the table is immediately turned over. I fall to the ground and the dishes and soups are sprinkled all over me. People next to me are screaming after seeing the sight of my bloody terror and back away.
I am struggling to stand up, and then look around, find a peddler in a stall is hiding and trembling. I rush over and pick up a roll of rolled paper from his stall. I press the paper on my shoulder and suppress the bleeding. Then I find a direction in a hurry continue to stumble away.
At that moment, I suddenly hear a car horn behind me, pressing very quickly!
In the car, fat fellow is driving and yelling to me: “Ger on the car, boy!”
I feel like a drowning man have seen the last straw and rushing to him quickly.
He doesn’t stop, just slowing down. I pull open the door of the co-driver’s seat. As a result, my feet are somewhat soft. I almost can’t step on the first step and almost falling off.
By this time, those men who are chasing me in the back have rushed out, and a mess even has a homemade shotgun in his hand!
This fellow is shooting!
It’s a homemade shotgun with iron sand scattering. I just feel as if I have been struck by a fire behind my back and almost faint with pain. Fat fellow has reached out and grabbing my shoulder, and with a strong lifting, carry me into the car!
Then the door of the car has not been closed, he sees that mess wants to shoot again. quickly pulling the sharp screwdriver out of my waist, raising his hand to throw.
Ah—
That mess is screaming, the gun is thrown on the ground, the center of the palm has been pierced!
Then he is stepping on the gas and driving out of the street with me.
I can’t hold on any longer, pass out finally.
The last sound I hear is that he is driving and shouting at me: “Don’t die, boy! Die in my car will be very unlucky…”