Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 210 Street Shootout

   "You want to attack yourself?!" Daniel was startled and afraid of alarming the guards outside the door, so he had to force himself to lower his voice, "Let me do it, if something happens to you..."

Boyin was too lazy to argue with Daniel about this, so he blocked his mouth with a random reason: "You and I were injured, and the government's treatment is different. Even if you break your arm, the government will only take you away , won’t let me leave here. So what’s the point of everything you’ve done?”

   "Then if you do this, can I go out with you? Or, you didn't plan to take me out at all." Daniel asked.

   "What are you doing here?" Boin raised his head and smiled.

"That…"

Boyin held the fruit knife, and the blade of the fruit knife slid gently along his arm, looking for a suitable position: "When I went out, I was holding you tightly, wouldn't it be fine for you to support me? And you are in their In my eyes, the value is far less than mine, and even if you follow me, there is not much risk. If they can't pull you away, and they are eager to save people, they will definitely let you follow me."

"Are you sure you want to do this..." Daniel's eyes were attracted by the fruit knife that was about to be stained with blood. He was worried that this method would not work, and he was even more worried that something would happen to Boyin, "Even if we leave here, we must There will be a lot of people guarding us, and we still won't have a chance to get out."

   "So stay here?"

   "We can think about—"

"I can't help it, Daniel." Boyne interrupted Daniel very quickly, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I followed Francis, followed Chris, and now I lead you, it has been two years For a long time. Do you know what the biggest lesson I have learned in the past two years?"

  Daniel swallowed his saliva. At this time, Boyin's eyes were determined and his expression was serious. Just like when he chose to deal with the government alone without hesitation and acted as a hostage to gain space for development, Boyin once again raised the momentum of seeing death as home.

"I have no idea…"

   "The biggest lesson I have learned is that those who sit and wait to die are dead." Boyne said, "I know you are worried about something happening to me, don't worry, I have my own measure."

  Since Boyin has said so, Daniel has nothing to dissuade, just stands there and nodded, waiting for Boyin to make a move.

  Boin’s eyes were always calm. After Daniel had no objections, he held the fruit knife and scratched at the right place.

  Blood gushed out of the slender wound immediately, and the flesh and blood that bloomed were shocking.

   "And then?!" Seeing Boyin sitting there without saying a word after cutting himself, Daniel suddenly became at a loss.

   "Go and knock on the door." Boyin gritted his teeth and hid the **** fruit knife in his waist.

   "Okay!" Daniel rushed to the door and slammed the door violently, "Come on! Mr. Boyne is injured! Open the door quickly!"

   As soon as he yelled, the quick-response guard opened the door, and the two rushed to Boyin, who was sitting on the sofa with a pale face and bleeding arms. They asked Daniel about the situation: "What's going on?!"

   "Daniel! Come help me!" Boyne roared.

"Ah! Good!" Daniel came back to his senses and did not answer the guard's question. He hurriedly stepped forward and helped Boyin with the other two guards, "Hurry up and take Mr. Boyne to treat the wound! If this continues, he will die. !"

  The leader of the four guards is not simple. Knowing that Boyin will not be injured for no reason, there must be some conspiracy in it.

"You and him support, you go and inform Chief Lockshriver of the news, you are in the back, go." The guard leader standing at the door immediately drew his pistol, arranged the tasks of the other three guards, and was responsible for leading the way and setting off to Hospital.

   "Go!" Daniel helped Boyin to walk towards the door.

  A guard ran away first to report the situation.

  The rest walked along the side of the corridor.

   "I can't walk anymore." Boyin was supported and walked only ten meters before his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

   "I'll carry him, you help him!" The guard in charge of supporting him knew the importance of Boyin, so he didn't think too much, and immediately put Boyin on his back and continued on his way.

  Daniel was beside him and supported him: "How do you feel?! Are you okay?!"

   "Hmm..." Boyin's condition became visibly weak to the naked eye. He seemed to have no strength to make a sound, and he was explaining something to Daniel with his eyes.

   "You must persevere!" Daniel vaguely understood.

"Get out of the way! He's injured! Get the car ready! Bring enough people! Let's go to the hospital!" The head of the guard led a group of people all the way to the first floor of An Intelligence, asking for support while letting other people who didn't know the situation disperse .

   "Okay! You take him out through the main entrance!" Other people on the first floor also started to work immediately, some people went to arrange the car, some people came to help.

   Within two minutes, Boyne was carried to the front of several cars outside the Intelligence Bureau of the Government Building.

Daniel had quick eyesight and quick hands, and before anyone else could intervene, he opened the door of a car, took Boyin from the guard's back, helped him into the car and sat in himself: "Quick, quick! He's bleeding A lot of blood!"

  The head of the guard sat in the driver's seat, the other two sat in the co-pilot, and the other sat in the back with Boyne and Daniel.

   Another group of people who rushed out from the intelligence agency got into other cars and followed Boyne's car to the hospital.

  Daniel helped Boyin wipe the sweat on his forehead with trembling hands: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay..." Boyin gritted his teeth and made a vague sound. He leaned on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes and saw in the rearview mirror that the intelligence agency had followed three vehicles to help protect him. He was thinking about what to do next. , "Help me wrap up the wound with clothes first."

   "Okay, okay..." Daniel hurriedly took off his clothes, and pulled out the cloth strips to bandage Boyin.

   "How did you get hurt?" the guard leader who was driving a car asked in a low voice.

  Byne looked at the driver's seat, where the head of the guard was looking straight ahead and driving, while the co-pilot was staring at him with a pistol: "I accidentally got cut."

   "What cut it?" The guard leader asked.

   "Take me to the hospital, why are you asking so many questions?" Boyin hummed in pain, diverting the guard's attention.

   "Ake, keep an eye on him."

   "Yes." A guard who was also sitting in the back seat responded, keeping a close eye on Boin in case he made any sudden dangerous moves.

  Byne put his head on the co-pilot's seat: "Can, can you hurry up!"

   "It can't be faster, the road is full of ice, and it is easy to lose control." The guard leader said.

   "If you don't hurry up, I...I'm going to die..." Boyin's voice became weaker.

  Hearing this, the leader of the guard had no choice but to tense up and speed up the car: "If you hold on, you can reach the nearest hospital in five minutes at most."

   Boyin didn't speak any more, his right hand slowly touched his waist, and grabbed the handle of the fruit knife he brought over.

  After about thirty seconds, Boyin seemed to have stopped moving.

  The leader of the guard noticed the abnormality: "Why didn't he move?"

  Daniel sat next to Boyin, called Boyin a few times but got no response, and became even more flustered: "Mr. Boyne seems to have passed out, hurry up! Hurry up!"

   "Damn it." The guard leader cursed, and had to speed up the car a little more.

  At this moment, Daniel felt Boyne's foot lightly hit him, and he was keenly aware that Boyne hadn't actually fainted, and this behavior was telling him to get ready for action.

If something really happened to Boyin and caused any problems in the government peace talks, these guards might not be able to save their lives. Therefore, after thinking that Boyin passed out, their vigilance dropped a lot, and they all looked outside anxiously. .

  Suddenly, Daniel felt Boyne kick him quietly again. He couldn't help but his heart beat faster, his hands and feet were colder than the injured Boyin.

   "Take the gun!"

  Boin's voice suddenly sounded in the car.

  Before the guard of the co-pilot could react, the head of the co-pilot was leaning on him. When he found Boyin who could attack and kill him as quickly as possible, he pulled out the fruit knife and stabbed it into his neck.

   Having been notified in advance, Daniel was half a step faster than the guard. Before the guard sitting next to him raised his gun, he grabbed the gun and wrestled with him.

   "Don't stop!" Boyin endured the severe pain, and put the fruit knife on the neck of the head of the guard at the driver's seat, "Drive towards the North District!"

  The leader of the guard glanced at his companion who was splashed with blood, and stabilized the steering wheel: "Do you know what you mean by doing this? The peace talks between your equal society and the government will break down!"

   "Do you really want to follow the advice of the Equality Association and solve the problem? You only want to solve the problem, and only us." Boyin said coldly.

   "Mr. Boyne! Here!" Daniel hadn't decided the outcome with the guards in the back seat, so he had to hand the gun he had taken to Boyne first.

  Boin tremblingly raised his injured hand to take the pistol, and pulled the trigger on the head of the guard in the back seat.

"boom!"

  The back seat was also splattered with blood.

  Boyin and Daniel were covered in blood, and the guard who had resisted just now had his head tilted and was out of breath.

   "Take it." Boyin, who injured his arm from the shock of the shot, almost let go.

   "Huh...huh...huh..." Daniel took the gun, panting heavily, and wiped the blood on his face with his hands.

   "Where's Rock Shriver?" Boyne pressed the fruit knife to the neck of the only remaining guard leader.

  The guard leader did not dare to move: "He is in the office."

   "He's not here, otherwise it's impossible not to follow!" Boyin had no time to deal with the guards, and shouted, "If you don't tell me! You will end up just like them!"

   "You dare not kill me! You killed me and everyone is waiting to die!" The guard honked his horn, indicating that they were now in a high-speed car.

   "Really?" Boyin said as he was about to stab his neck with the knife.

   Seeing that there was no panic on Boyin's face, as if he really made up his mind to die with him, the guard panicked: "I say!"

   "Say." Boyin held back.

   "Director Rock Shriver is now outside to investigate the news of your Equality Association." The guard replied.

   "What's the situation outside now?" Boyne asked again, "Have you found any news about the Equality Society?"

   "We only found your people near the military warehouse, so Chief Lockshriver went to investigate the situation himself." The guard said.

   "What else do you know?"

  The guard breathed heavily: "I don't know anymore."

   "Has Chris escaped from prison?" Boyne asked a conjecture he had made a long time ago.

   "...Yes." The guard responded.

   "Him?!" Daniel, who was holding a gun, froze.

  Boin was still very calm: "He returned to Laizein, right?"

   "It should be back. We have arrested many prisoners who are close to him recently, but we haven't found any clues." When the guard regretted in his heart, he would not have rushed to guard Boyin if he knew this. At the beginning, he thought that he would not be exposed to the wind and the sun, and would not have to bear the pressure of investigation, so he took the initiative to win the guard. Who would have thought that being a guard would be the most dangerous.

   "What else do you know, tell me, don't wait for me to ask you." Boyin knew that he was not in a good state, and if he didn't understand the situation earlier and make a judgment, it might lead to disaster.

   "I really don't know anything else. I'm not responsible for much, and my authority is not high." The guard said.

  Byne used the rearview mirror to look behind. The three cars behind probably noticed something unusual, and he did not hesitate to increase the speed of the car at the risk, and gradually posted: "Daniel, delay their speed."

   "Yes." Daniel lowered the car window, and the cold wind poured in. He shivered, stretched out his hand, and fired at the car behind him one after another.

   "Bang bang bang!"

  A magazine was out of bullets, and only two or three bullets hit the car behind.

   But this is enough.

  In the case of icy roads, if you drive in a panic, you may lose control. Not to mention that they were all driving very fast. Facing the attack from the firearms ahead, they subconsciously slammed the steering wheel to avoid it.

  Among the three cars, the first one skidded and hit a shop on the street.

  The streets were in chaos, pedestrians were running around, and patrolling guards from all over the place rushed towards this side after hearing the gunshots.

  The other two vehicles did not dare to act rashly, for fear of hurting Boyin.

   Their car can be hit, but Boyne's car can't. Boyin was already injured, and if he got into a car accident, who could guarantee his safety?

  How could Locke Shriver care about them after hearing the news, he would only ask them why they attacked, and did not give priority to the safety of the other party.

   Therefore, the speed of the two cars behind slowed down a lot, reducing the pressure on Boyne.

   "What's next?" Daniel asked, loading a new magazine.

   "Drive towards the North District." Boyne's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, "Daniel, come and watch him."

   "Understood!" Daniel loaded the gun, and pointed the muzzle at the back of the guard leader's head from behind: "Don't move around, don't change your mind, or I'll kill you with one shot!"

   "It won't do us any good if it goes off." The guard leader just reminded Daniel to be careful about going off.

  Boin leaned back on the back of the back seat.

  His injury was not serious. It looked like he was bleeding a lot, but he didn't actually hurt the main part. But even so, after doing so many things while being injured, he still couldn't stand it anymore.

   "Uh... hiss..." He tightened the cloth that Daniel was wearing, and wiped off the sweat that was about to blur his vision, "As long as you can take us to the North District, you have a chance of living."

  (end of this chapter)