The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 35 Haste

The north wind is bleak and cold, the clouds are gloomy and gloomy, the tide gradually slows down and even falls, the wooden deck of the fishing boat creaks, and even the red-billed gulls are a little restless.

The footsteps of the storm are getting closer.

Li Ang, wearing flesh-colored latex gloves, threw away the submachine gun indifferently, walked back to the beach, bowed and squatted in front of Christina, raised his arms without hesitation, slapped the girl's face left and right, and slapped the girl a dozen times back and forth.

Visible to the naked eye, Christina's cheeks were red and swollen rapidly. She woke up faintly, and suddenly saw a strange man wearing a dark ghost mask and a blood-stained raincoat squatting in front of her. She screamed and almost passed out again.

Li Ang didn't bother to think, and directly strangled Christina roughly by the throat, lowered his voice, and said in a hoarse voice like frosting:
"I said, listen."

The eye sockets of Nuo's face pierced by pale paint lines looked directly at Christina's distorted facial expression due to extreme fear, and said slowly: "In the next few minutes, you will move your little friends back to the car one by one, and drive to the car. They took them to Gotham City Hospital - if they had time, they might have been able to save them before they had a brain haemorrhage. Oh yeah, don't forget to call 911 on your phone and get those GCPD cops over here Wash the floor."

Knowing this moment, Christina suddenly realized that the surrounding lawn was covered with broken limbs and broken arms, those mafia thugs with severed limbs, severed heads and even half of their buttocks hanging on the tree were lying on the ground, and there were still a few vitality from time to time. The tenacious one is constantly twitching and whining, and is unstoppably heading towards the end of exhaustion and death due to excessive blood loss.

Li Ang didn't feel the slightest discomfort in this scene. He shook the blood stained on the raincoat, twisted his neck comfortably and loosely, and slowly loosened the restraint on Christina.

"Now, you can run for your life."

Staggering, the girl who was trying to stand up fell to the ground again.

Li Ang didn't pay more attention to Christina, he turned around and took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze and the sticky blood gas merged into one, burning his throat like hot pig iron just extracted from the slag Tube.

There are more important things to do, Li Ang casually removed the tie from the corpse of a gangster thug, and took out the car keys from his trouser pocket, while wiping the blood on the hatchet and armor-piercing knife with a soft and silky cloth , while calmly climbing up the slope and stepping on the road.

He pressed the electronic button of the car key, a car beeped twice, and Li Ang opened the door with a smile on his lips and sat in.

Nearly 3 minutes had passed since Patrick fled here. Li Ang stepped on the accelerator without turning on the lights, and only relied on the faint moonlight to identify the direction.

He put his arm on the half-open car window, and the strong wind blowing made the cuffs of his raincoat rattle violently. The tall trees on both sides of the road were like guards with swords standing silently, staring silently at the back of the car he was driving. .

At this time, Patrick had already sped up the speed of the car to the highest speed, and he stared nervously at the rearview mirror like a maniac, trying to see a trace of light in the smooth mirror.

"Very well, that monster didn't catch up."

Patrick bit his lip tightly, his sharp-edged handsome face was full of shock.

He had never seen a "person" like this, not in the Italian mafia, not in the Gotham gang, not even on the Syrian battlefield where Blackwater had sent him.

Looting other people's lives easily and freely, as if wanting to eat and drink in his spare time, Patrick can even perceive how disdain and contempt is hidden under the weird mask worn by the raincoat madman.

In the eyes of that monster, human life is as indistinguishable from a flower or a grass, Patrick knew.

"Fuck!" He slapped the steering wheel angrily, opened the car window to let the cold night breeze cool his aching head, and uttered a lot of obscenities uncontrollably, in this way to cover up the fact that his heart was beating so fast that his chest almost burst .

Calm down, calm down, that masked man is just a human being, he has no superpowers, he is just a mortal body, he is also afraid of bullets, and he also has to avoid the snares of steel chains.

Patrick exhaled heavily, forced himself to pick up his cell phone, and called Richard Sapa.

"Mission failed," Patrick could smell the thick sweat from his armpits, "everyone was killed except me who escaped."

"What? What's going on?" Richard who was waiting for news in the study suddenly stood up from the mahogany chair and asked loudly.

"A man with a wooden black mask and a raincoat attacked us." Patrick said awkwardly: "He is alone, without help."

"How is it possible?" Richard rubbed his aching brows, "Anyway, you should come back first, didn't that person follow you?"

"No." Patrick looked at the rearview mirror again, and said out of breath: "He should not be a mutant with superpowers, but I optimistically estimate that to deal with him, at least thirty well-equipped fighters and a team will be needed. A gunship with searchlights."

Richard was silent for a while, and then he said after a while: "After you park your car at the path outside the manor, I will send someone to pick you up."

"Okay." Patrick nodded heavily and hung up the phone.

"Because of the impact of the hurricane, the Gotham City Meteorological Bureau issued the highest level of rainstorm warning. The rainfall is expected to reach more than 3 millimeters within 100 hours, and the rain may last for several hours. Ordinary people please stop gathering immediately and find a safe high-rise building , The general industry will stop operations, and the Gotham City Fire Department will do a good job in the prevention and rescue of flash floods, landslides, mudslides and other disasters.”

The female voice on the car radio was still so sweet and crisp, but now it was a bit dignified and calm, but Patrick had no intention of listening and turned off the radio violently.

The headlights pierced the darkness, and as he slowly moved forward on the winding path, Patrick could already see the lights of the Italian mafia Sapa family's manor in the far distance.

"Hurry up." He stepped on the accelerator anxiously, and suddenly a strong light from the sky enveloped the vehicle, the sound of the helicopter spinning propellers sounded in the sky, and dense car lights as bright as day appeared on the road ahead.

Reinforcement arrives.

Patrick finally breathed a sigh of relief. He parked the car slowly on the side of the road, opened the door tremblingly, and stepped on the gravel road. Several familiar faces of family members appeared in Patrick's eyes.
"I'm here!"

Standing in the headlights of the convoy in front, he waved his arms and shouted loudly, with a smile of gratitude for his narrow escape.

The very familiar deep sound of the cane beating the quilt sounded again behind Patrick, and he pressed his bloody chest pierced by bullets in a daze.

　Just one chapter, I went to bed, and I will make it up in the afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)