Bronze looked around again, then rushed through the rain and ran to Reich's side, leaning down and reaching out to test his pulse. Even though it was dark, he could see that there was a place on the right chest of the old man's gray suit that was noticeably darker, not from the rain, but from blood. He ran his fingers back and forth over Reich's wrists, neck, and chest, trying to find his pulse.

He finally touched it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he turned around and pointed his gun at a figure that was rapidly approaching him.

This man Brian. He crawled across the courtyard and lay down beside his father, pressing his face against the old man's head. "I didn't mean to."

"Help me," said bronze, "and we'll have to get him to the car." ”

"I didn't know who he was at the time."

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't expect that."

"What?"

"I thought he was one of them." Ryan choked.

"You fired the gun?" Bronze grabbed Ryan and felt for a revolver in his pocket.

"He suddenly came out of the darkness and I shot involuntarily."

"Oh my God."

"I had to shoot."

"Bodhisattva bless—"

"I didn't want to kill him."

"You don't."

"I'm telling you that I-"

"He's not dead!"

Ryan's shocked expression was barely visible in the darkness.

"We've got to get him in the car, we've got to get him to the hospital. Grab him by the feet. ”

Just as Bronze reached for Ryker's shoulder, a wild bee seemed to buzz past his ears. A bullet slammed into the wall behind him.

The bronze cat waist pounced behind a cargo box and hidden. The shot was fired from a weapon equipped with a silencer, coming from above him. Annoyed, he raised his gun in that direction. The rain made him blink, and he couldn't see his target in the darkness.

"They're not going to let you get him away." Ryan said.

"Them?"

"They're right here."

The bronze heart tightened. He realized why Ryan was yelling in the street just now. He is not shouting at God, not at the Bodhisattva, not at the goddess of revenge.

He was yelling at the terrorists.

Ryan was still lying next to his father in the open.

"Come over here." Bronze called him.

"I'm safe."

"Don't be stupid, come to the back of this crate."

"They're not going to shoot me."

"Don't talk crazy."

"Before you came here, Renata showed up to me. She told me that the best way to hurt me was to keep me alive. ”

"What?"

"In this way, I will be tormented by my conscience for the rest of my life because I know that I killed my father."

"But that shot didn't kill him! He's alive! ”

"He's still going to die. Renata will never let us get him out of here. She hated me so much. Ryan pulled his revolver out of his pocket. In the darkness, he seemed to turn his gun on himself.

"Ryan! No! ”

But instead of shooting himself, Ryan jumped to his feet and disappeared into the darkness behind the courtyard with a curse.

In the pouring rain, Bronze was surprised to hear Ryan's footsteps thump. He rushed up a wooden outdoor staircase.

"Ryan, I warn you!" A woman shouted from above, it was Renata's hoarse voice, "Don't come to me!" ”

Ryan's footsteps continued to move higher.

The windows on the balcony were lit up.

"I gave you a chance!" Renata shouted, "Go away, or I'll be doing what I did in another apartment complex again!" ”

"You treat me like a fool, you have to pay the price!"

Renata laughed. "It's you who play on yourself!"

"You're going to pay for my father's life!"

"You killed him yourself!"

Ryan's footsteps went higher.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Renata shouted, "The explosives have been planted!" I'm going to press the detonator! ”

Ryan's hurried footsteps still rattle down the stairs.

A loud thunderclap drowned out his footsteps. Actually, it wasn't thunder, it was a loud explosion. The apartment on the fourth floor balcony at the back of the courtyard burst into dazzling flashes, and the deafening sound shook the bronze back again and again, and the fragments of the explosion fell down like a waterfall, and the raging flames reflected the whole courtyard.

Bronze felt movement on his left side and hurriedly turned around. A skinny, dark-haired man in his early 20s stood up from behind a dumpster. He was one of the four brothers Decker had met in the café the night before.

Bronze tightened. They must have been surrounding me, but I didn't notice it in the dark!

The young man was not mentally prepared for Renata to detonate the explosives. Although he had a gun in his hand, his attention was completely drawn to the screams on the other side of the yard. His eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at one of his older brothers on the other side, who was struggling to beat the flames on his clothes and hair that had been ignited by the fire falling from the burning building. The rain didn't seem to quench the flames in him. He couldn't stop screaming.

Bronze fired two shots at the first young man, hitting him in the chest and head. Just as he fell, Bronze turned to his brother, who was covered in fire, and knocked him down with two shots. The fire that spread from the balcony on the fourth floor crackled and burned, causing loud noises from time to time, almost completely covering out the sound of his gunshots.

More fragments of bricks fell. Bronze crouched behind the crate, taking a closer look at the place, trying to figure out more targets. Ryan. Where's Ryan? Out of the corner of the bronze eye, he noticed a figure moving in the innermost corner on the left side of the courtyard, close to the door where he and Ryan had entered.

But this man is not Brian. The figure that emerged from the shadows of another staircase was tall, thin, sexy, and Renata. Holding a pistol equipped with a silencer, she rushed towards the open gate and fired into the courtyard continuously. Originally, the sound of her gunshot, dimmed by a silencer, was like the sound of a fist hitting a pillow, but now it was completely drowned in the clamor of the raging flames.

On the wet pebbles behind the crate, the bronze moved forward little by little on his elbows and knees. He crawled to the side of the crate, just in time to catch a glimpse of Renata approaching the door. He aimed at her through the rain curtain and fired two shots in quick succession. The first bullet hit the wall behind her, and the second hit her in the throat. She clutched her trachea, blood gushing out. Her throat would be so blocked by the bullet that she couldn't breathe, and within three minutes, she would suffocate to death.

Despite the crackling of the fire, Decker heard a scream of pain. One of Renata's older brothers appeared. He shot into the courtyard as he rushed down the open staircase. When he reached the place where Renata had fallen, he grabbed her and dragged her towards the open door. At the same time, he shot again, but this time not at the bronze, but at the stairs behind the courtyard, as if to protect himself from bullets coming from that direction. Bronze was about to shoot at him, but another brother jumped out and shot at him, helping to drag their sister out of bronze's sight on the street. Bronze finished the bullets in the pistol, quickly unloaded the cartridge and replaced it with a full one, but by this time the terrorists had all run out.

The sweat on the bronze face was mixed with rain. He shuddered and turned back and forth a few times in case there were other hidden targets, and he saw Ryan jump down the last few steps of the open-air staircase behind the courtyard.

Ryan's hand holding the revolver trembled.

"We need to get out of here." Bronze shouted.

The explosion was less than a minute away. People in and out of pajamas rushed to the balconies and down the open-air stairs to escape the raging fire.

Bronze dodged a flaming falling object and ran to Ryan, who was putting his arm around his father and trying to pick the old man up.

"I can feel his breath!" Ryan said.

"Let me lift his legs."

As Bronze and Ryan carried Reich through the courtyard to the open gate, he heard people rushing down the stairs in terror.

"Wait." Bronze said. He lowered Reich's leg and cautiously pointed his gun into the street. He saw a car speeding down the street. The red taillights quickly diminuted, and the car crashed through puddles, rounded around a street corner, and disappeared.

The bronze was far away from the hustle and bustle of the fire, and the sharp and rhythmic cries of the sirens could be heard getting closer and closer. Maybe there was a terrorist who didn't leave, hiding behind some car, trying to ambush them. But Bronze was sure that the terrorists would be as panicked as he was at the sound of the siren.

He decided to take the risk. "Let's go!" He said to Ryan.

Behind them, more and more people gathered. He and Ryan lifted Ryan up, walked briskly over to Citroen, and put him in the back seat. Ryan sat in the back guarding his father, while Bronze jumped behind the wheel and drove away at a rapid pace, nearly crashing into the crowd on the street. At the same time, the screams of numerous sirens behind Citroen grew louder and louder. Bronze stepped on the gas pedal and glanced nervously in the rearview mirror to see the ambulance vehicle lights flickering on the rain-shrouded street behind him.

But what lies ahead? Bronze thought, his hands gripping the steering wheel. The street is so narrow that if a fire truck or police car suddenly turns in and comes in their direction, they won't be able to get out. Citroën will be trapped.

In front of it, there was a street corner that had been washed away by the rain. Bronze turned a corner and found himself driving down a wide street. In the darkness, there were no flickering lights approaching in front of them, and the sirens behind them were getting farther and farther away.

"Looks like we're getting out." Bronze said, "How's your father doing?" ”

"He's alive, that's all I can say."

Bronzer tried his best to make his breathing a little soother. "What does Renata mean by threatening to do what she did in another apartment complex?"

"She told me that she had put explosives in some of the buildings. After I went there to find her and her accomplices...... Ryan couldn't go on.

"As soon as you left the place, she detonated the explosives?"

"Yes."

"You barged into the apartment and made a lot of noise so that all the people in the building ran out to see what was going on? Are they going to associate you with these bombings? ”

"Yes."

"Renata is trying to make a Chinese bear the blame for this?"

"Yes."

"Damn, you've let her take advantage of you again." Bronze said.

"But I got my revenge."

"Revenge?"

"You saw what I did, I hit her."

"...... you?" Decker could barely believe what he was hearing, and he seemed to feel the road shaking. "You didn't hit her."

"I hit her in the throat." Brian said.

"You don't."

"Are you trying to take credit for this?" Ryan asked.

Bronze thought, God, he's really crazy. "There's nothing to brag about here, Ryan. Even if you hit her, it doesn't make me underestimate myself or value you more. On the contrary, I feel sorry for you. It's a terrible thing to live with such memories—"

"Feel sorry for me? What exactly are you talking about? Do you think you're better than me? What right do you have to think that you are superior to others? ”

"Forget about it, Ryan."

"Feel sorry for me? Are you trying to take credit for me? ”

"Please calm down." Bronze said.

"You hate me so much, and then you're going to claim that I hurt my father."

Bronze barely feels real. He felt himself dizzy. "Whatever you want, Ryan. The only thing I had to do was get him to the hospital. ”

"That's right."

Bronze heard the rhythmic cry of a siren. A police car flashed its lights and drove towards him. His palms holding the steering wheel were sweating. In the blink of an eye, the police car sped past and drove in the direction they came.

"Ryan, give me your revolver."

"Are you serious?"

"Really. Hand me your revolver. ”

"You must—"

"Just this time, for God's sake, listen to me. There will be police cars coming. People will report to the police that a Citroen has driven away. There is a good chance that we will be intercepted. It's bad enough that we have a wounded man in the car. But if the police find out we have pistols—"

"What do you want my revolver for? Do you think you can use its ballistic properties to prove that I fired the gun at my father? Are you afraid I'll dispose of this gun? ”

"No, I'm going to dispose of it."

Ryan pricked up his head in surprise.

"I don't really want to do that." Bronze pulled over to the side of the dark street, turned to stare at Ryan, and said word by word, "Give me your revol." ”

Ryan narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his pistol.

Bronze also pulled out his own pistol.

It wasn't until Ryan grabbed the barrel of the revolver and handed it over that Bronze breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the old man's pistol before helping Ryan lift his father in the yard. Now, armed with the gun, his own gun, and Ryan's revolver, he got out of the Citroën, braved the icy rain, and looked around the dark streets to keep anyone peeping in. Then he went around to the curb, knelt down, pretended to check the tires and threw all three guns down the drain.

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