Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 223 Small greats

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

   "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  The door of Boyne and Daniel's room was constantly smashed and destroyed by guards. The two of them who hid behind the door and supported themselves with the aid of sofas, bookshelves and other items exhausted all their strength, but they were almost unable to hold on.

"come out!"

   "If we don't come out again, we will die with you! See if we dare!"

   "Get the **** out of here!"

  More and more fleeing members of the Intelligence Bureau poured in outside the door, which made the guards even more flustered. They knew very well that time was running out, and if they didn't break open the door to arrest Boyin, they would be killed by the coming Equality Society 100%.

   "President..." Daniel's face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his hands were shaking from exhaustion, "I..."

   "Hold on! They'll be here soon!" Boyin's arms were not very convenient, so he bent his body and pushed the sofa with his back.

   "Crack!" The door lock was broken by members of the Intelligence Bureau outside.

The door was gradually opened a crack, and the gap expanded faster and faster. Within four or five seconds, a member of the Intelligence Bureau got into half of his body holding a gun, and put the gun on the head of Daniel who was closest to him. Up: "If you resist again, I'll kill you!"

  Daniel froze.

  Boin reacted quickly and rushed at the man, grabbing the pistol with his uninjured hand.

"boom!"

   The pistol went off because of the fight between the two, but luckily it only hit the chandelier in the room.

   "Hold it!" Boyin did not forget to tell Daniel while grabbing the gun from the members of the Intelligence Bureau.

   "Understood!" Daniel was out of the crisis of death, but he didn't get a chance to breathe. As soon as Boyin left, his pressure was even greater. If he had to fight against so many people outside alone, his body would collapse in an instant.

   "Poof!"

  A mouthful of blood spurted out, Daniel was in a trance for a moment, the gap in the door widened a lot, and the frontmost member of the Intelligence Bureau squeezed in with both arms.

   It became more difficult for Boyin to grab the gun: "Hold on! Don't loose even one step!"

   "Uh! Uh..." Daniel's mouth was full of blood, his face was flushed, and he persisted abruptly.

   "Leave it! Let it go!" The member of the Intelligence Bureau who was seized with the gun tried to break Boyin's hand, but Boyin's hand could not be separated as if it were clamped. He was forced to shoot out all the bullets in the pistol during the scramble, and the flying bullets made a mess in the room.

   "Shut up!"

   Members of the Intelligence Bureau pulled the trigger and there was only the sound of jamming. Boyin realized that the bullets had been exhausted, so he stopped wasting time fighting for the worthless iron bumps, and immediately let go of his hand and punched him in the face.

   "Ah!" The man's nose was crooked by Boyin's firm punch, and the nosebleed kept flowing.

  The opponent lost the ability to resist, and Boyin punched him twice again, making the opponent's eyes stare.

  People from other intelligence agencies did not sit idly by, and decisively dragged the wounded waste out, while new members rushed in with guns.

   "Bang! Bang!"

   These people were really driven to a dead end. They didn't care about ensuring Boyin's absolute safety at the critical moment, and they didn't hesitate to shoot at his non-vital parts, trying to disrupt the combat power and break in by taking advantage of the situation.

  By because of his sharp eyesight and quick hands, he hid by the wall, picked up a stool and swung it at the door.

   "Boom!"

  The chair slammed on the door, and the member of the Intelligence Bureau who squeezed halfway into his body blocked it with his arms.

   "If you don't surrender, it will be too late!" Boyin swung desperately, urging Morais to come over quickly in his heart. If this continues, they may not be able to hold on for twenty seconds.

   When he was extremely anxious, there were intensive gunshots outside, and the members of the Intelligence Bureau blocking the door let out screams, and no one had the time to push the door anymore.

   "I surrender! I surrender!"

   "Don't kill me! I surrender!"

   "Please! Let me go!"

  After reaching the point where there was no turning point, the remaining members of the Intelligence Bureau threw away their weapons and surrendered.

   Morais didn't care about this. If they came a little later, this group of people might not know what to do with Boyin, so he didn't keep any of them, and killed them all on the spot: "President! It's me!"

Hearing Morales' voice outside the door, Boyin breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to open the door, but found that the door was still motionless and could not be opened at all, he looked down at Daniel: "Danny-Daniel! What's wrong with you? !"

  I saw a pool of blood pooled under Daniel's body, his eyes were closed tightly, his body seemed to be still trying his strength, and he instinctively obeyed Boyin's order to block the door.

   "What's the matter?!" Morais asked outside the door, "Quick! Open the door with me!"

   "Daniel!" Boyin helped Daniel, who had lost consciousness, to his feet, only to realize that he had been shot in the back at some point, "Hold on! Hold on!"

   "Cough...cough..." Daniel was speechless, with blood choking from his throat.

  Byne couldn't believe the scene before him, he finally couldn't calm down, and shouted at Daniel, whose life was passing uncontrollably in his arms: "Daniel! Don't fall asleep! Hold on! They are coming!"

   Judging from the pool of blood under Daniel's body, he had been shot for a while, but he never told Boyne that even though his stomach was smashed, he still insisted on blocking the door alone.

  He knew that this door could not be pushed open, and Boyin would be in danger after it was pushed open.

   And when he volunteered to come with Boyin a few months ago, he promised Morais and others that he would protect Boyin.

he made it.

   "Cough, cough..." Tears welled up in Daniel's eyes, it was because of the heart-wrenching pain, and also because of the fear of dying, "Yes, president..."

  Boyin's eyes were bloodshot: "You have to support me! Did you hear that!"

   "Boom!" Morais pushed the door open, "What's going on?!"

   "He's been shot! Quick! Help me!" Boyin said, enduring the pain from the wound on his arm, and wanted to carry Daniel on his back.

   "I'll carry it!" Morais knew that Boyin was injured, so he took the initiative to carry Daniel.

   "Ah! It hurts!" Daniel screamed.

  Boin watched as Morais carried Daniel on his back, steaming intestines flowed from the hideous wound on Daniel's back!

   "Don't move!" Boyin's mind was buzzing, he stopped Morais, and put Daniel down gently, "It's okay, it's okay, don't look back, listen to me, don't look back."

   "Ah... hiss..." Daniel cried out, choking on blood, "I...I hurt so much..."

   "Don't cry!" Boyin who stopped Daniel burst into tears, "Don't cry!"

  The members of the Equality Association who rushed in saw Daniel's terrifying appearance, and subconsciously wanted to scream. Morais covered his mouth with a sullen face.

  He has seen too many wounded people like Daniel on the battlefield. There is no possibility of resuscitating this kind of trauma, let alone they have to evacuate in a hurry. When they arrange for treatment, it is already too late.

  Everyone in the Equality Society quietly watched Boyin make the final farewell to this young man.

   "I...I, am I... am I going to die..." Daniel asked.

  Boin didn't know how to answer this immature young man.

   "You, you...are you okay..."

   "I'm fine." Boyin shook his head and showed his body to Daniel, who could hardly see clearly. "Look, there's nothing wrong."

   "That's good..." Daniel grinned, his neat teeth were stained red, "Go quickly... If you don't go... it will be too late..."

  How could Boyin let go of this young man who came to the end of his life in order to protect himself: "Are you afraid?"

   "Boin." Morais reminded.

   "Take people down first." Boyin finished ordering Morais and helped Daniel wipe the blood from his face, "Are you afraid?"

   "He died." Morais reminded again.

  Boyin looked at the breathless young man in his arms, let out a trembling breath, and said to himself: "It's okay, don't be afraid..."

   "Let's go!" Morais had experienced too much life and death on the battlefield, and he felt the same way. But time was running out, and they didn't have time to say goodbye to Daniel formally, "Get out first!"

  Byne was pulled up by Morais, stepped across one corpse after another in the corridor and retreated downstairs.

  —

   "Where are you going?!" In the hotel in the military warehouse in the southern district, Nord followed Diaz to the fourth floor and then to the fifth floor.

  Diaz fired up all the bullets, and changed the magazine smoothly: "It doesn't matter how long it lasts, this time is not enough for Murphy to escape the intelligence agency's surveillance range."

  Nord shook off the hat that got in the way: "Why hasn't the support arrived yet... If we don't come, we will be finished..."

   "There is no time to count on others now..." Diaz took Nord and fled to the sixth floor of the top floor, "Give me your bullets, I will hold them back, you find a way!"

   "Next!" Nord threw all three magazines in his pocket to Diaz, and then looked around for a way for them to evacuate.

   "Bang! Bang!" In order to save bullets, Diaz only shot towards the stairs when the intelligence bureau personnel showed their faces. This action made no one in the intelligence bureau dare to rush up.

   "Huh! Huh!" Nord ran all over the entire sixth floor, but couldn't find a passage for them to leave. Finally, he came to a guest room, opened the window halfway, looked down, and smiled from the bottom of his heart when he saw that Murphy was about to flee the street with the crowd downstairs.

  As if he was the one who escaped, and he was the one who had hope of life.

"Um…"

   He sighed.

   It's not despair, but a sense of relief.

   At this moment, he truly experienced the state of mind that Verak handed him a box of money half a year ago to drive him out of the dangerous Lazein.

  He who has been taken care of by others has finally taken care of others, and has the ability to entrust others to go to a higher level.

Watching Murphy disappear on the street, Nord's heart calmed down. He found Diaz and showed his pistol with only four or five bullets left: "There is no way, unless you jump from upstairs, but even if it is If he didn’t fall to his death, he would be immediately arrested by the Intelligence Bureau.”

   "Scared?" Diaz asked.

   "Not afraid." Nord aimed his gun at the stairs, as long as there were people from the intelligence agency there, he would shoot without hesitation.

   "We might..." Diaz reloads the last magazine.

  Nord's hand was straightened: "That's worth it."

   Diaz didn't speak.

"Remember what I told you? Three people can do such a great job for the Equality Society, and death is worth it." Nord looked very free and easy, but Diaz could see that he was pretending not to be afraid, " I wanted to be someone like Veraker, and that should be the case by now."

  —

  Murphy put his hands in his pockets. In order not to arouse suspicion, he risked raising his head and walked away quickly.

  When he thinks that Diaz and Nord are now facing an extremely dangerous situation, he feels extremely guilty. He wanted to fight with them to the end, even if he died, it would be no big deal.

   But reason told him he couldn't do this.

  His doing so will only obliterate the value that Diaz and Nord finally burst out.

   "Where are you going?" Suddenly, the two stood in front of the cold-faced Murphy.

  Murphy recognized the person who came as Charles, the head of the intelligence department of the Equality Society. He was about to open his mouth to say something when he was dragged into a tavern by the street.

   "What's going on over there, why did you come out alone?!" After entering the tavern and avoiding possible surveillance, Charles asked about the situation.

"People from the Intelligence Bureau noticed something unusual. My brother—Comrades Diaz and Comrade Nord stayed in the hotel to attract people from the Intelligence Bureau in order to cover my evacuation." Hope rose in Murphy's heart, and Charles led People are coming, then the two of them may be rescued, "Do you have any rescue plan now? Hurry up, or they will very likely..."

   "Things are not that simple. We found that the people dispatched by the intelligence agency early in the morning were blocking the surrounding blocks. Let alone rescue Diaz and Nord now, if we don't evacuate in time, we will also be in danger." Charles said.

   Murphy became emotional: "What about them?! Should they be abandoned?!"

   "That's not what it means!" Charles comforted the desperate Murphy, "They shouldn't be abandoned, so I didn't leave, right? I stayed here to save them!"

   "Then what should we do?" Murphy even begged with his eyes fluctuating.

  He only hopes that Diaz and Nord can survive, as long as they can live, he is willing to do anything.

"We need to be calm now, and we can't act blindly. With our strength, we can't fight against the people of the intelligence agency. If they find out, they will surround us immediately." Charles has been thinking hard, "It's not advisable to fight hard, we Have to think of another way."

   "Then what else can I do?"

   "Do you know where the intelligence agency's center is?" Charles asked expectantly.

Murphy remembered what Nord said about a certain room in the building opposite the hotel, where someone seemed to be watching them all the time, and that was the earliest suspicious point: "I know where the Intelligence Agency first watched us, and they It should still be in use now."

"where?!"

   "In the building across from the hotel."

   "Now we can only fight." Charles looked at the dozens of people under him in the tavern, "If the director of the Intelligence Bureau, Rock Shriver, is there, if we can take it, things will turn around!"

   "You want to..." Murphy looked at Charles in shock.

  Charles nodded, explaining his bold conjecture: "We have to turn passive into active."

  (end of this chapter)