The torso becomes numb after a long time in the midst of hunger and cold, but the senses sometimes become sensitive.

There were three flying knives that shot out, and Black Box knew it from the beginning, and the targets of the three flying knives were Wang Fugui, Director Qi and him.

Wang Fugui was killed by a knife, and before he was stabbed, the black boy leaned to the side and slammed into Director Qi's arms.

"Boom!"

The two collided with a tree in the woods, their heads touching, and they conjured up a sky full of stars.

"What are you doing?"

Director Qi was caught off guard and scolded involuntarily, but stopped after he waved his hand to push the black boy away, stood up straight, and saw Wang Fugui who fell to the ground clearly.

"Hide! Hide! Turn off the lights!"

Brutally knocking out the flashlight in the hands of the nearest police officer, Director Qi hid behind him and dragged two police officers as meat shields to block his side.

After a period of panic, the flashlights were all extinguished, everyone held their breath, and the wind in the forest whined for a while, causing people to tremble.

"Hey, Director Xu?! We met a gang of drug dealers here in Xiaolongshan! Dozens of people! Ask for help!"

Director Qi cautiously opened his mobile phone to make a call, and he tried his best to exaggerate and fabricate the facts in order to get the fastest support.

He was calm and not deterred by the sudden flying knife.

After all, the knife was not inserted into him, after all, it was not him who fell, after all, he was protected by a group of brothers.

He has scruples, but he will not be afraid.

I didn't recognize the seriousness of the matter at all, Director Qi.

The black boy was pushed by Director Qi and fell to the ground, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from everywhere in his stiff limbs.

He looked up obliquely, and through the light emitted by the screen of his mobile phone, he saw Director Qi's face that looked at him like a mustard, and at the same time saw a flying knife stuck in the tree beside him.

His face became hot, and involuntarily, he breathed heavily.

"Lie down, lie down to reduce your size!"

He roared inwardly, then fell to the ground, burying his face in the cold earth.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air burst through the forest, followed by several screams, followed by a dense burst of gunfire.

"Hidden! hidden!"

Director Qi covered one of his hands, and a flying knife shot through his hand and the mobile phone in his hand, nailing the two together.

After everyone turned off the lights, Director Qi's act of turning on his mobile phone to make a call was undoubtedly 'lighting a lantern in a public toilet' - looking for death.

However, he was lucky enough to injure only one hand, and the two police officers who were guarding him were miserable: one was stabbed in the face and the tip of the knife pierced into the brain, and blood gushed out of the wound and the eye socket near the wound, and the other was stabbed in the chest, the tip of the knife penetrated from under the left ribs, and the blood did not flow out due to the heavy winter coat.

The person who was wounded in the face by the two people naturally died on the spot, but the police officer who was injured in the heart and lungs still had the strength to scream.

Until Director Qi personally gave him a good time.

"Phew!"

It was a very clean shot that exploded the head of the police officer, and Director Qi fell to the ground in a prostrate position, and at the same time gave orders,

"Don't make a sound! Hide! Hide!"

He finally realized what Black Boy had realized a few seconds earlier.

But at the same time he realized this, he seemed to have done another death—he fired a shot, and when the bullet came out of the chamber, the gunpowder burned to produce an extremely bright light.

"Ahh

Two more people were stabbed.

But this time, no one snorted, I really don't know if it's because of the discipline or the sheer fear of death.

But is it useful to stay through the pain?

Is it useful to lie down?

When Director Qi shouted the word 'lie down', the black boy realized that something was wrong - how stupid must it be to shout the action plan so that the whole mountain can hear it?

How stupid is this to shoot yourself and expose your position after shouting?

Blackboy was silent, struggling to get up, and the cat moved as fast as he could, almost on all fours, in the direction away from the cave.

He wanted to forget all that had happened in the woods tonight.

He also wanted to forget all these things that happened in this mountain.

Forget the pursuit of extraordinary power, forget the self that has been transformed by it, forget the unspeakable karma, forget the blood shed from those who died.

All this can be done by escaping and physically distancing.

Black Box was convinced.

This absurd idea is the only pillar of his supporters' movement at the moment dragging this hungry and cold skin.

He was a coward by nature, he had been a coward since the beginning when he chose to seek power by that means, and it was not unusual for him to choose to flee alone here.

"Whoosh!"

Flying knives flew in the forest, I don't know how many people were stabbed and died, Blackboy did not look back, he stumbled and ran in the woods, touched the dark, and suddenly tripped over a tree root.

"Bones!"

Falling and rolling, the mountainous terrain pushed the black boy, and the trees in the forest made way for him. He rolled all the way through the forest to the road.

Clenching his teeth, the black boy endured the pain of falling apart and disintegrating all around him.

He saw the light, it was a police car parked on the side of the road, there were more than a dozen cars, three of them had their headlights on, and three police officers stayed here to guard.

They were alarmed by the unusual noise in the woods on the mountain, but they did not come up to support until the black boy rolled to the side of the road.

"Don't move!"

Two people surrounded him, and a third stood on the side of the road and the other two stood on guard.

Black Boy was pressed against the hood of a car with his hands cut behind his back, and the warm hood slightly relieved the pain on Black Boy's body, allowing him to speak smoothly:

"Devil! She's the devil! Run!"

The black boy speaks incoherently, and his pale face and thin, cold body make him look like a typical persecuted victim, and a poor creature who has been subjected to inhumane treatment.

"Be honest with me!"

Gunshots rang out again on the hill, and the officers exchanged glances and handcuffed Blackboy, and the two officers worked together to turn him over and start an impromptu interrogation with the headlights of the car.

Blackboy couldn't keep his eyes open when he was shining in the headlights, and at the same time, he was still saying words like 'escape' and 'devil'.

"Smack!"

A police officer slapped him in the face, causing blood to break from the corner of the boy's mouth.

The slap made Blackboy's pupils regain focus.

"What the hell is going on on the mountain?"

Another police officer stepped on Blackboy's ankle seemingly unintentionally, and the bruises on Blackboy's forehead bulged as soon as he stepped on it.

"Hmm!"

Pain.

It didn't occur to him that there was any pain that could outweigh the pain he had just rolled all the way down, and now that he knew, he knew nothing about power, but he also knew very little about pain.

He who succumbs to strength, yearns for strength, and pursues strength will naturally succumb to pain at this moment.

"I say!

Black Box was busy.