Chapter 2: Life or Death Uncertain
When Ralph heard the sound, the soldier's cautious style made him quickly retract the attack. Maybe his brain had no idea of being cautious at all, maybe he simply didn't want to kill Liana. Seeing that it was me, I said relaxedly: "Ice? Why do you want to taste my fist too?..."
I didn't have time to pay attention to him. I threw out the only tear gas canister in my pocket, picked up Lianna and jumped up to the nearest tree. At the same time, he clearly covered Xiaona's mouth.
Ralph was indeed very angry. I knew that he could not have equipment such as a gas mask, and there was some expired pepper in my tear gas canisters. There was no other way, this was the last lethal material I could come into contact with. Ralph yelled and cursed as he chased me towards where I came from.
Maybe I covered it too tightly. Xiaona couldn't breathe. She bit my hand hard. It hurt so much that I quickly retracted it. I saw her trying to breathe hard. Oh my God! Uncle Ralph hasn't gone far yet, and I don't want to see his fist like a sand bowl. In desperation, I leaned on her and blocked her breathing with my mouth.
In my mind, this is the same as the artificial respiration taught by Uncle Clark, but Xiaona obviously doesn't think so. I can feel that my lower lip is bleeding from being bitten, and the smell of blood in my mouth may also be Xiaona's. I believe that if Xiaona could move her hands, her first action would be to pull out her delicate little dagger and stab me for training. Fortunately, dear Uncle Ralph's attack stopped her.
Looking at the blue-haired sister, her eyes were about to burst out with fire. I was sure that Ralph was far away, so I quickly retracted. Xiaona cooperated very well this time and did not let my lip be bitten off.
I touched the injured area and said, "Why are you so cruel, sister? I saved your life!"
It seemed that anger made Liana lose her only sense of the past. She said angrily: "Idiot! You idiot, I am not your sister. Sister! I have no blood relationship with you. "
Lianna touched the most hurtful part of my heart. This is why I have to leave this land. I know that I am a purebred Chinese, and it is obvious that Colonel Heaton is just my adoptive father.
Looking at my different coldness, confusion and sadness flowed in my eyes. Liana's anger gradually calmed down. I reached out and took blood from the corner of Liana's mouth, held it in my mouth, stroked the wound on my lip and said, "This Come on, I also have your blood in my body. You can never deny this fact in this life." Liana was shocked. The mercenaries here knew that Liana's blood was like poison and would make people go crazy and die when it touched the wound. Rumor has it that it is a family hereditary disease. Obviously, Colonel Heaton does not have this disease. Liana has long known that he is just her adoptive father. Colonel Heaton's education has really failed.
I felt a chill in my body for a moment, but there was no special discomfort as mentioned in the rumors. Forget it, rumors are just rumors. I can't believe it. I did such a disgusting thing on impulse. What did I want to do? Have I fallen in love with this Y head? Looking at Liana's delicate and handsome face, I sighed. If I walk out of the forest today, I will never be able to come back. If I can't walk out, I will die!
I untied the rope that tied my hair and tied it into a ponytail for Lianna. This thing is the only thing I can call my own. The material was a homemade rope mixed with some other materials from my hair during my haircut last year. Uncle Clark said this is a custom of the African tribes.
"Lianna! Pray that I can live. No matter what, I care about you, even though I am very cowardly and incompetent in your opinion..." I said lightly. Jumped off the tree and ran further away.
Liana murmured: "I will definitely kill you if I see you again! ... I must see you again."
The mercenaries are no longer visible. After countless battles, I used the traps from a few years ago and my familiarity with the terrain to almost escape from the forest. I can even see an empty lake outside the forest. It is my genius not to escape from the grassland!
Just when I was excited, a figure suddenly flashed past , followed by a sharp pain in my left hand and a feeling of weakness, damn, it was Uncle Clark's grappling skills!
I turned around and saw Uncle Clark wearing a new military vest and a pair of sunglasses always on his face. I needed to delay to adjust myself. I clearly understood the current situation: "Why are you here? Don't tell me you want to go for a winter swim or something! "
Uncle Clark took out a piece of paper from his vest pocket, opened it and said: "I found it in your tent! "
Damn it, that's the plan I hid under the pillow. I have planned to escape from here countless times. Some drafts were hidden under the pillow without discarding so that I could think over and over again. How could I forget this? No wonder Clark stayed in this place where no one shits.
Clark moved his fingers and said, "Go back! "
"hehe! I would rather die here! "I laughed angrily. At this moment, I didn't hesitate at all. The cowardice I used to have had been kicked away long ago. I took the initiative to punch Clark.
Obviously I was looking for death. Clark turned around lightly and grabbed my right hand. Lifting my hand arm, a sharp pain told me that my right hand was also dislocated. I gritted my teeth and did not cry out. Just a sweep of my legs. Clark jumped up and kicked me in the face with a super heavy blow. My right eye suddenly became dim. I almost thought that my My eyeballs were kicked out, and I became the same image as Colonel Heaton.
I couldn't move at all now, lying on the ground panting violently, and all the strength in my body seemed to be lost with the pain. Looking at Clark getting closer and closer, I knew that the mercenaries would not have any emotions when performing the mission. Even if the mission was to kill me, they would not hesitate at all. It is a pity that the entire Brazilian mercenary army is such a pervert, so I have no chance of survival. \Even if I die, I have to watch how I die. I endured the pain all over my body and stood up half-kneeling. Only the blurry scene in my left eye was left. Clark leaned forward and stretched out his hands... In the flash of lightning, a layer of severe pain arose in my mind. The red figure continued this action in his mind. It was a desperate throwing technique. Thinking of this person, he had already been thrown into the air. According to the scene in his mind, he would be overwhelmed by the pressure of falling and the strong strength of Clark's shoulders. After the impact, even if I didn't die, there would be no hope of being able to move in this life. I hurriedly bent one leg back. After the right leg was comminutedly fractured, I was finally thrown out. Ignoring the injury and the numbness of the severe pain all over my body, I was in the air with a waist. I exerted my strength and kept rolling. With a "plop", I jumped into the lake flowing towards the vast sea. My last consciousness was the piercing feeling of the cold lake water washing my wounds.
Clark stood by the lake for a long time and murmured: "Is it a coincidence? "
Dream... I know that I am dreaming. In the dream, a blood-red figure keeps performing exquisite and powerful moves. Sometimes there will even be a faint red light and purple blue light. These things seem very familiar to me, and they seem very far away from me. Why do I think of these? What on earth am I doing! What's wrong with me? Suddenly, I felt a severe pain in my head, and then I woke up. Before I opened my eyes, I heard the unique whistle of the ship. Some memories came back intermittently. I finally escaped!
After hearing Clark's report, Colonel Heaton frowned and said: "If you dare to rebel against the mercenaries, you will be hunted for life. Pass on my orders." "
Ralph said: "But, Colonel, maybe Bing has been buried at the bottom of the lake. Even if he is not dead, you said you would give him a chance. ..." Seeing Colonel Heaton's slightly angry look, Ralph didn't dare to say anything else.
Waiting for Clark and others to walk out of the camp, Heaton murmured: "Opportunity... It's an opportunity if I don't take action personally. Do I want everyone to see someone fleeing without taking any action? It seems that I made a mistake in bringing him here. JOY has never been a mercenary. He is used to controlling his own destiny..."
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