"Bang"

"Bang"

The chamber of the gun erupted with fire, and the first bullet hit the man in the back, and I don't know if it was because of the bullet or because the woman was struggling, the lifeless man trembled twice.

The second bullet missed again, hitting the woman's neck just in the neck, causing her neck to bend in a tooth-aching arc.

Blood splattered, and the woman lay back on the ground weakly, staring blankly at the ceiling, her throat making strange sounds that she couldn't hear clearly, and soon she lost her movement.

Ouyang Jie's mind froze.

The two people who fell in blood were the parents who gave birth to him and raised him! Two of the most important people in the world to him!

Is it a nightmare?

Ouyang Jie hoped that it was just a nightmare, even if it scared him into wetting the bed and making him a fool that everyone in Little Chinatown made fun of. But the tearing pain in his heart was so real that he despaired.

Someone let out a nervous laugh at the place where the gunshot rang out, Ouyang Jie mechanically twisted his neck and eyes, and saw a thin white man with a height of one meter eight, the trademark messy brown hair and freckles covering half of his face made Ouyang Jie instantly recognize his identity.

Christopher Miller, the bastard who went to school with a gun intent on killing people and getting revenge on society.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Christopher is out on bail pending trial, so why aren't the police keeping an eye on him?

Why would he do this? Because I stopped him? Ouyang Jie sat down suddenly, unable to accept the cruel reality.

If Christopher had been shot dead by the police on the spot as Luo Jinyu said, would this not have happened?

If he had decided to strike first when he knew that Christopher would be released on bail a few days ago, would Dad, Mom, Uncle Luo and Aunt Qiu be fine?

If you hadn't stayed on the street and talked to a black homeless man, would you have been able to go home earlier? Maybe you can't save Uncle Luo and Aunt Qiu, but at least you have a chance to save your parents?

Why?

How so?

It shouldn't be like this!

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't drown out the monstrous remorse.

Christopher smiled as he turned around and pointed his gun at Ouyang Jie.

The moment the two looked at each other, Ouyang Jie saw the joy in Christopher's eyes.

From remorse to hatred, there is only a moment.

"Ahh

His heart seemed to be about to explode, Ouyang Jie wanted to vent his hatred in the most vicious language, but he could only make meaningless noise, he forgot how to speak.

English, Chinese, all don't remember, there is only one thing in mind: kill!

Fuck the heroes!

Fuck Batman!

Fuck kill and save nothing!

He wants Christopher to die, right now!

Ouyang Jie jumped up and rushed towards Christopher without the slightest fear, Christopher pulled the trigger one after another, but there was only one last bullet left in the magazine, it grazed Ouyang Jie's shoulder and flew towards the opposite door.

A shot missed, Ouyang Jie had already pounced in front of Christopher, the two fell to the floor and scuffled, Ouyang Jie used all his strength to hit his forehead into Christopher's nose, and then opened his mouth like a beast to bite his throat.

Christopher's nose was knocked down, and his limbs erupted with amazing force under the severe pain, lifting Ouyang Jie's whole person up a distance, Ouyang Jie failed to bite his throat, but bit a piece of meat on his cheek!

“!” Christopher violently pushed Ouyang Jie away, Ouyang Jie was injured on one side of his arm and couldn't use his strength, and was pushed to the side of the overturned mahjong table, after hitting the corner of the table, he struggled a few times and couldn't stand up, a pair of eyes stared at Christopher, and the physiological reaction caused by excessive grief caused by the capillaries ruptured, causing several blood lines to flow out of the corners of his eyes and nostrils.

Christopher wasn't much better than he was, but at least he didn't get a hard blow to the head, and he staggered to his feet, walking out the door with an empty pistol in his hand.

A few seconds later, there was a scream outside the door, Ouyang Jie knew that it was the screams of the neighbors after being frightened, and he wanted to chase them out and roar, telling everyone that Christopher's gun was no longer bullets, but he could only lie on the ground and gasp heavily.

By the time Ouyang Jie, who was on the verge of collapse, spit out the pieces of meat in his mouth, and got up to go downstairs with the vomiting sensation caused by a slight concussion, Christopher had long since disappeared.

………………

An hour later, in a small, inconspicuous bungalow, an old man with gray and wrinkled hair removed the shade of a kerosene lamp and placed a sewing needle with thread on the fire to roast it.

After the needle turned black and red, he blew on the tip of the needle and said, "Jie Zai, bite a chopstick." ”

"Uncle Liang, sew." Ouyang Jie stared at the poster on the wall and didn't reach for the chopsticks.

Liang Bo sighed and stabbed the tip of the needle into the skin of the wound on Ouyang Jie's right arm.

During the whole process of stitching up the wound, Ouyang Jie clenched his fists and bit his gums and bleed.

Liang Bo took the needle and thread, brought a bowl of awakening soup, and placed it on the bedside table, Nunu chin: "Drink, follow me to the police station after drinking." ”

"No, no." Ouyang Jie's eyes were like iron, and his killing intent was resolute.

Liang Bo saw through his mind and sighed, "Then what do you want?" The hospital refuses to go, and the police station refuses to go, so you have to slaughter the mongrel yourself? ”

"Yes." Ouyang Jie didn't shy away from Uncle Liang at all, and directly said what he thought in his heart, "What if he is caught by the police, he won't be sentenced to death, Uncle Liang, please, give me a gun." ”

"Young age, don't kill. I teach you how to use a gun to teach you to protect yourself, not to tell you to kill people. Your parents don't want to see you hide in Tibet in the future, and you won't be able to live in peace. Liang Bo said as he took out a handful of spotted vipers from the drawer of the bedside table, and muttered like a homely man, "Tell Liang Bo where he is, and then you sleep, and Liang Bo will help you kill it." ”

"I want to do it myself." Ouyang Jie looked at Uncle Liang's cloudy eyes, "Uncle Liang, Huaxia will be sentenced to death, not here!" When there was an accident in your family, would you say that the police would arrest you? ”

"." Liang Bo rolled his eyelids, threw the gun on the bed casually, and then threw out a bunch of keys, "Drive and bury the body farther away, but don't go out of the city, lest you run into an inspection, remember to bring a knife, fire, and hammer, ten fingers to be cut off, all teeth are pulled out, and your face is burned, don't let the police find out your identity too quickly, leave some time for me to call a friend to arrange to send you back to China." ”

Ouyang Jie turned over and got out of bed, knelt in front of Liang Bo with a plop, and kowtowed three times in a row.

"Uncle Liang, great kindness, toothless and unforgettable!"

Uncle Liang pursed his mouth, waved his hand and said, "Drink the soup and then roll." ”

"There's something else I want you to help with." Ouyang Jie still knelt and didn't get up.

"Speak."

"Jinyu and I grew up watching you, if she comes to you, please send her to Huaxia immediately, it's not safe here!"

"Not safe?" Liang Bo furrowed his sparse eyebrows, "Then you?" ”

Ouyang Jie raised his head, there was a fire in his eyes, like a kerosene lamp, but the heat did not waver.

"I'm going to kill someone."