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Chapter 119 Goodbye

Zhou Yi opened the cockpit door and got in.

The instrument cover was slightly damp, and the key was still hanging in its place.

The wind on the platform stirred up dust.

The diesel engine emitted a deep roar.

The two people standing nearby turned their heads upon hearing the sound, and frowned slightly.

One of them casually shouted, "What are you doing? It can't be started now, turn it off!"

Zhou Yi did not respond, but simply raised his hand and gestured for him to wait.

His movements were composed, his expression calm, as if he were adjusting wiring or checking the fuel system.

But the next second, he pressed the clutch hard with his left foot and shifted into first gear.

The car wobbled, then slowly began to move.

"Damn it! He hijacked the car!"

The man finally realized what was happening, his voice suddenly rose, and he turned around and roared.

People on the platform turned their heads almost simultaneously.

"Stop him!"

"Stop! Stop the car quickly!"

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

The bullet pierced the side window, causing the laminated glass to shatter instantly, sending shards flying into the cockpit.

Zhou Yi's body was already hunched over the steering wheel, and he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

The car's speed suddenly increased.

The steel behemoth, weighing tens of tons, roared and charged straight forward.

"Stop him!"

Several men who reacted first set up their rifles and opened fire quickly.

A hail of bullets struck the left wing of the vehicle, denting the steel plate and scorching the protective coating.

Zhou Yi was not afraid at all. He pressed down hard on the steering wheel and continued to floor the accelerator.

At that moment, an off-road vehicle hidden behind the lifting platform started up.

It spun sharply, kicking up dust, its tires screeching against the ground, as it caught up from behind.

The man in the passenger seat leaned out, the muzzle of his gun pressed against the edge of the front roof frame.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The bullet struck the left front wheel, producing a muffled blast.

Fortunately, the run-flat tire remained structurally intact, with only a slight leak in pressure.

The off-road vehicle is getting closer.

Before Zhou Yi could take a second round of precise shots, he summoned a pistol from the system, extended his left arm from the broken window frame, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Unfortunately, the shaky shooting was almost entirely unaimed.

Three bullets whizzed through the air.

One shot missed, and two others grazed the other car's hood and headlights, but failed to stop the approaching vehicle.

The SUV pressed closer, almost touching the side flank.

"boom!"

A rifle bullet pierced through the driver's cab and lodged in his abdomen.

A burning sensation rises up, and the muscles tense up.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining his clothes red.

Zhou Yi glanced down and grinned.

That long-lost feeling is back.

The feeling of truly being alive.

Fuck him.

That makes sense now.

He gritted his teeth, kept a firm grip on the steering wheel, and endured the excruciating pain tearing at his internal organs. He patiently waited for the other party to get close again before firing a second shot.

"Bang-bang!"

The second bullet struck the lower left corner of the SUV's windshield precisely, instantly creating a spiderweb-like crack.

The driver was startled, and his hand movements immediately became chaotic.

The entire vehicle shook violently, and the tires scraped against the edge of the guide rail.

The next second, the car went out of control and swerved sideways, scraping against the railing on the side.

Zhou Yi timed it perfectly, turning the steering wheel to the right, causing the car to tilt and the left tire to almost lift off the ground.

The truck grazed a pillar at the end of the platform and sped off.

The iron fence blocking the intersection was knocked into the air and scattered everywhere.

Behind them, the pursuing vehicles braked sharply in succession, trying to avoid the flying debris, and their formation was forced to spread out.

The truck continued to rush forward.

A cold wind rushed in through the broken side window, stirring up the smell of blood and dust from the cockpit.

it's very windy.

The sky was very gray.

It's not the kind of gray that's about to snow, nor is it the kind of gray that's before it's raining.

It was an indescribable gray, one that made one feel uneasy. The bartender stood behind the bar, lazily stirring the lemon peel that had been soaking in the glass for three days.

A ring of fruit pulp residue stuck to the inside of the cup.

There was no one in the store.

Since those young men with buzz cuts died, no new customers have come in.

He was left all alone, facing the dust floating in the air and the half-dead green plants.

"You son of a bitch," the bartender muttered, though it was unclear who he was referring to.

He bent down and pulled out two unlabeled bottles of spirits from underneath.

He never served this good stuff to his guests; he kept it all for himself.

The bartender took a big gulp, the fiery alcohol making his mouth tingle.

"Pooh."

He spat out a mouthful of phlegm, which landed right in a crack in the dry floor.

"I should have never come back," the bartender muttered. "I'd be better off washing dishes in Poland."

"To hang out with these idiots, gypsies and Azerbaijani traffickers—ha, the worst kind of shit in the world that deserves to go to hell."

After the bartender finished cursing, he seemed to feel satisfied. He leaned against the bar counter, reached out to touch the broken radio, and patted it twice, but nothing happened.

The wind made the windows creak, but he ignored it.

and many more.

The bartender frowned.

Something's not right.

It wasn't the window frame making the noise.

It was the ground that was shaking.

The sound grew closer and closer, as if some heavy object was rushing towards them from a great distance.

It rolled over the road surface, railway tracks, and stone slabs, heading straight towards this side.

The bartender hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over and opened the door a crack.

There was nothing but wind.

"Is he fucking crazy?" he cursed. "Who are you trying to scare?"

The bartender was just about to close the door.

The next second, he froze.

A military heavy truck riddled with bullet holes drove up, followed by several off-road vehicles.

The speed is ridiculously fast.

The headlights were off, the bumper was broken, the windshield was shattered, and tattered canvas was wrapped around the tires.

The bartender's throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't even say "fuck".

At that moment, it was too late to turn around and run away.

—A loud "boom" was heard.

Door frames, glass, steel beams, and bricks all flew up at once.

The body was smashed to pieces on the spot.

His entire chest cavity collapsed, his spine was broken into several pieces, and half of his shoulder bone was stuck to the hood.

Zhou Yi didn't have time to figure out what had happened.

The pursuers behind them were like madmen, chasing them all the way from the platform.

He pressed himself against the bottom of the steering wheel, his arms crossed to protect his head and neck.

Using the momentum, he plunged headfirst into the toilet.

"Boom--!"

The truck crashed through the partition, shattering tiles and bursting water pipes.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

A few seconds later, the pursuers stopped outside the bar.

The door was gone, and the whole bar looked like it had been swept away by a tank.

The walls collapsed, dust filled the air, and broken bricks, tables, chairs, and body parts were piled up in the ruins.

Half of the bartender's body was embedded in the shattered bar counter, while the other half had flown off somewhere.

The man in the lead swallowed hard.

"Go in," he commanded in a low voice, but no one dared to move.

"That's an order!" the man emphasized.

This time, everyone made a move.

They formed a battle formation, their bodies slightly bent, rifles held horizontally.

The truck is still there.

Half of it was embedded in the wall, the taillight was broken, and the exhaust pipe was still dripping oil.

The driver's seat is empty.

"Where is he?" one of them asked in a low voice.

no answer.

"Where's the nuclear bomb?"

No one dared to answer.

A partially detached number plate hangs on a metal lock bar.

The wind blows through it, causing it to sway gently and make a crisp "click" sound.

(End of this chapter)