my stealth fighter

Chapter 60
Not long after Jiang Chanji left, the sharp pain in his chest woke up the tall man.

His internal organs were severely injured, the corners of his mouth and gums were full of blood, and he howled miserably like a pig being slaughtered.

"Come here! Help!"

"Second! Second, are you still alive?"

"Who... who will save me!"

However, normal people would never come to the place they chose to commit the crime, and no one responded to how he howled.

By the way, mobile phone!
He remembered that he could call an ambulance, but how to explain that the ambulance came?If it was a fight, in such a serious situation, the medical staff would definitely call the police.

He has a criminal record. After the police came and interrogated him for a while, it is estimated that he will go back to prison again. This time, he may never leave the prison again. Maybe he will eat a free peanut or sit in the electric chair .

But if an ambulance is not called, he may not even make it through the night.

The broken rib probably punctured the alveoli, and he felt every time he took a breath, there was a gurgling echo in the trachea.

After shouting a few times, he spit out another mouthful of blood, which was foamy.

He couldn't shout anymore, so he decided to call an ambulance. He touched his arms, and his heart sank.

Fuck!Where is my cell phone?
He stretched out his hand from his arms, and in his palm was a handful of broken glass and mobile phone parts.

The mobile phone in the inner pocket of his clothes cushioned him, otherwise he might be hurt more seriously.

He tossed the twisted phone case away in frustration.

By the way, the second child is used to putting the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, so the second child's mobile phone should still work!

He supported the ground with his left hand, and dragged his heavy body towards the short man on the other side of the road.

Every time I moved, there was a sharp pain in my body.

If it was an ordinary person, he might just give up and wait for death, or wait for other people to rescue him, but he has been in prison, and there is a fierceness in his bones, gritting his teeth and getting closer to the collapsed short man.

The short man was lying at the bottom of the wall. At this time, the moon was turning and the stars were moving, and the moonlight was just blocked by the wall. Most of his body was shrouded in shadow, only two calves were exposed.

Suddenly, the tall man saw the short man's feet move.

"Second! Are you awake?" He exclaimed in surprise, "How are you doing? I... am going to rescue you!"

"Second, can you still use your phone?"

Seeing that the second child was still alive and able to move, he immediately relaxed a lot, and most of the strength that supported him to climb several meters disappeared instantly.

In any case, two people are better than one, at least they can support each other to leave.

The tall man knew many people of various religions and high-levels in the prison, and these prison friends knew more people, forming a broad network of relationships.

He heard from his cellmates about a superhuman secret doctor, that is, an underground doctor who does not set up public clinics and does not have a license to practice medicine. What they did was illegal.

Of course, as the price, the diagnosis and treatment fee of this secret doctor is astonishingly high, but I heard that as long as you can find her alive and can afford the money, she will protect you from death. Affordable price.

The tall man sneered at this rumor before, what kind of secret doctor on horseback, who doesn't go to the hospital to find a superhuman when he's sick?Isn't this the same IQ tax as buying health care products instead of taking medicine when sick?

However, after personally feeling the power of the Transcendent, his thoughts have changed now. Besides, he is at the end of his rope, so he can only grasp at this life-saving straw.

The issue of diagnosis and treatment fees is not considered. When this secret doctor is found, it doesn’t matter whether he is deceived or coerced or lured. How dare a gold steel drill do porcelain work?If someone dares to do this, it proves that they have the confidence not to be coerced.

Messy thoughts flashed through his mind, and after a few seconds, the short man didn't respond.

"Second! How are you? Squeak! Are you dumb? Can you move your feet but not your mouth?"

he growled petulantly.

brush--

As if frightened by his roar, the short man's calves and feet that were exposed out of the shadow also retracted into the shadow.

"Damn it! You f*cking coward... I'm not going to beat you up, let you see if your phone is still working, why are you so cowardly?"

The tall man was yelling, and suddenly remembered that something seemed wrong just now—is it possible for ordinary people's legs to turn from flattened to curled up so quickly?
The short man didn't seem to be curling his legs up by himself, but rather... was dragged into the shadows by something.

Thinking of this, the hot sweat all over his body was suddenly cold from the pain.

"Second? Speak up, don't scare me..."

His voice was lowered and his tone softened.

In the silent ruins of an unfinished building, his voice was almost like a mosquito humming.

Just now he only hated that his voice was not loud enough, but now he was afraid that his voice was too loud.

Could it be... that his previous yelling attracted something?
Supporting his body, he began to move back and forth, trying to stay away from the terrible shadow.

FUCK FUCK!
He kept cursing his bad luck in his heart, and made up his mind that if he could leave here safely, he would definitely not stay in this city.

Suddenly, two bright green lights lit up in the shadows, like fireflies and will-o'-the-wisps.

The tall man's heart missed half a beat!

Immediately afterwards, an animal paced out of the shadows.

"Fuck! You scared your father to death, it turned out to be a wild dog..."

The tall man let out a long sigh of relief. Wild dogs are not uncommon in this kind of wilderness.

However, after taking a closer look, he noticed that this wild dog seemed unusual.

It is two circles larger than common wild dogs, fat and strong, with a dirty body and a smelly smell, only half of its tail is left, and the cut is neat, as if it was cut off by someone—this Not surprisingly, homeless people always like to have fun when they are bored.

The most interesting thing is that it has sharp teeth that are very different from ordinary dogs. It has several rows of teeth like a shark, and each tooth is as sharp as a razor, shining blood in the moonlight.

Wait a minute, bloody?
Its mouth was covered with blood, blood mixed with viscous saliva dripping from between the teeth.

Strange...monster!

The tall man was cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

The wild dog stared at him maliciously, and kept licking his mouth with his tongue, as if a human was thinking about how ripe the steak in front of him should be.

"Get out! Get out of here! Or I'll beat you to death!"

The tall man knew that he couldn't run when facing wild dogs, and he couldn't run either, so he could only muster up his courage and say intimidatingly.

With a swipe of his left hand, he touched a few broken bricks and tiles of building materials from his side, picked up one and threw it at the wild dog.

This wild dog has been beaten by homeless people before, so that it has formed a conditioned reflex. When it sees someone throwing stones at it, it will instinctively run away with its tail between its legs.

Animals are animals, and their brains are very stupid!

The tall man was proud of himself, but before he could put his heart back in his stomach, the wild dog ran for a while and then stopped.

It didn't stare at him, but stared intently at the rock that rolled and finally stood still.

Such a weak and inaccurate rock seems to be unable to hurt it at all, so why run?
It can vaguely feel that its present self seems to be different from before, and it is no longer that wild dog that is bullied by others.

When it looked at the tall man again, its eyes changed, and it tentatively walked towards him step by step.

"Go away! Go away! Don't come here!"

The tall man panicked completely, picked up stones and threw them one by one.

It would dodge left and right at first, but soon found that even if it didn't dodge, the stone couldn't hit it.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, the tall man only had one red brick left in his hand, which was the kind of red brick he was best at and claimed to be able to split 13 yuan in a row before his hand swelled up.

He didn't expect to scare the wild dog away by performing a hand-splitting red brick, so he aimed as hard as he could and threw the red brick at it with all his might.

This time he threw it very accurately, the red brick almost flew towards the wild dog's head in a straight line.

If you have the guts, don't hide!

He held his breath excitedly, as long as the brick can hit it, it should be able to knock it away, after all its dog head is not made of iron.

As he wished, it did not hide, opened its mouth, and grabbed the brick.

tall:? ? ?

I've seen a dog pick up a baseball, but I've never seen a dog pick up a brick!

The red brick stood horizontally in its mouth, stretching its mouth to the limit.

This bastard is really stupid, how can he bite people when his mouth is blocked by a brick?

Before he could make a sound, the wild dog's jaw muscles twitched, and it closed its mouth with a click.

The red brick was bitten into pieces by several rows of sharp teeth!

It must be easier to gnaw flesh and blood with these teeth than to gnaw watermelon.

The tall man's face was ashen.

A hot stream soaked his crotch.

He finally understood that after coming out of the prison cell for more than ten years, this world was no longer the one he knew well in the past.

(End of this chapter)