The Lucky Bag is Reborn with Space

Chapter 558 Two sick patients

 He used the remote control on the key ring to open the door, and they got into the car.

 “Get down on the floor.”

 He said, putting his hand on the back of her head and pressing down, urging her to do as ordered.

 She was crouched on the floor of the back seat of the car.

The little boy had already obediently shrunk into the gap between the seats, protecting his little head and sticking his **** out like a little ostrich.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hugged Ziluo tightly. The girl was breathing rapidly and her eyes were blurry. It was obvious that she had a heart attack.

 He started the engine and pressed the garage door switch on the remote control.

 The garage door rises upwards and the lights on the ceiling automatically light up.

He glanced at her, smiled, and put the car into first gear.

He stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed forward silently.

 The first shot broke the car window above her head, scattering broken glass inside the car.

She suppressed a scream, raised her arms to protect her head, and instinctively protected Ziluo. The girl's breath was almost gone, her face became more and more ugly, and her lips were very blue.

 The second shot penetrated the front seat door and the back of the front seat within a few centimeters of Song Moting's arm.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was frightened, but he was even more worried about Ziluo.

 “Zi Luo is dying.”

Song Moting stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and shifted gears smoothly to accelerate.

 “Get down.”

 He said that he dodged the third shot that shattered the driver's window at the last moment.

 He drove towards the double iron gates of the wall.

She had no time to prepare for the impact before she hit the front seat amidst the sound of metal screaming, glass shattering and automatic weapons fire.

One of the iron gates has fallen off, and half of the overturned iron gate is pressed against the hood.

 “Are you okay?”

Song Moting asked loudly while shifting gears and reversing.

 The iron gate spun and slid to the ground.

He shifted gears again, and the car rushed forward again, passing through the iron gate with a harsh metallic sound.

　　He rushed out.

"I'm fine. Look at the road. The one who's in trouble is Zi Luo."

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Ziluo unconscious.

This child can't hold on. If it weren't for Mu Shaocheng's selfishness, she could have recovered safely now, but now she has to suffer like this.

Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at the little boy and could only see the round butt.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took out the peach juice and gave it to Ziluo to drink.

At the sound of impact, Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand shook, and peach juice spread on the carpet in the car.

 Fortunately, it’s ordinary peach juice.

Looking at Ziluo's steady breathing, Jiang Xiaoxiao felt relieved.

The car was not driving as smoothly as before, but was bumpy and bumpy.

Apparently the engine was hit by a bullet, but at least they were out of the villa area.

 “We must get rid of the car.”

Song Moting said, turn around and look behind you.

 The rearview mirror of the car only had a broken metal frame left, and the mirror had long been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.

 Two cars roared past, and a simple gesture made Song Moting feel relieved.

 But he didn’t know that person at all, but he used their usual terminology.

 Song Moting was suspicious.

 Jin Dachuan brought people here?

 But why didn’t you contact him?

 “We have two children now.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao wanted to moan. He brought a child with an oxygen tank and a little ghost head. It was God who wanted to kill them.

 Looking back over the broken seat.

 The brightly lit villa looks like a mini city from a distance.

She saw equally spaced pairs of lights, including car headlights.

 “They are coming after me.”

she says.

They turned a corner, and a dense forest made the villa disappear from sight.

 He drove off the road and slowed down into the woods.

The car bumped among branches and rocks. He did not apply the brake, just in case the brake light would still come on.

 When they were far enough away from the road and the car body would not reflect the light of the passing headlights, he stopped and turned off the engine.

They sat in silence, listening to what seemed like gunfire from the pursuing vehicles.

 “What to do now?” Jiang Xiaoxiao asked.

“Let’s go, someone will pick us up after another three kilometers.”

  He used the barrel of a gun to break the lampshades and bulbs in the car so that the lights would not reveal their position when the door was opened.

 She carefully got up from the floor.

 Broken glass covered her hair, shoulders and seat.

 It was very dark in the woods.

 The car door on her side could not be opened. The door lock might have been hit by a bullet.

 Fortunately, Song Moting took over the job, broke the door lock, and took over Ziluo.

Zi Luo is still in a coma. Although the peach juice has been poured in, it will take time for it to take effect.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took the little boy out, put him on the ground, and "shaked him."

 They bent down and shook the shards of glass out of their hair and bodies.

Her arms and shoulders stung a little, but she felt carefully to make sure she wasn't bleeding.

 It is not easy for them to be alive, and it is even more of a miracle that they were not cut by the glass.

After her eyes got used to the darkness, she saw that half of Song Moting's face was darker.

 Her heart sank.

 “You’ve been shot.”

 She tried to speak in a calm tone.

 He cannot be shot, his safety is very important to them.

“He wasn’t shot, he was cut by the glass.”

 He sounded very angry.

It was too dangerous to run in the dark woods. If they were not careful, they could sprain their ankles or even break their bones. Therefore, they cautiously walked through the woods in the opposite direction of the road, stopping from time to time to listen for pursuers.

 The sounds on the road are getting more and more distant, but Mu Chen's men should be chasing him soon.

 They emerged from the woods onto a secondary road.

 The sound of the explosion startled them.

 Since they were out of the woods, she could see that his head was still bleeding.

 His clothes were dirty and torn, and her own were no better.

 She tried to adjust her pace to make her feet more comfortable, and tried to focus on the present.

The little boy fell down, and Jiang Xiaoxiao went to check nervously.

  “Have a car.”

He said, taking her arms and holding the child, turning away from the road.

 “Get down!”

 The lights of the car were speeding towards them in the darkness.

She was lying in the grass, and Song Moting was holding the child between her and the road.

 Cars whizzed by.

 They sat up slowly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the little boy. The glass shards scratched his arm, but the child actually didn't say a word.

 Collapsed due to excessive blood loss.

 Give him some peach juice.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Moting worriedly, "What should we do now? We can't go far with our two children."

 Both of them are now seriously ill.

Song Moting picked up Ziluo, and Jiang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to carry the little fat man on his back.

“Three kilometers, we have to walk there. Now I don’t know if Mu Feng has solved Mu Chen, we are not safe yet.”

 Pushing Jiang Xiaoxiao forward.

Jiang Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth and followed his footsteps and walked forward.

 Song Moting is right.

 They are not safe yet.

 Everything is still unknown.

The child in his arms unconsciously put his hand on Jiang Xiaoxiao's neck, and his warm breath made Jiang Xiaoxiao miss his glutinous rice balls.

 After escaping death this time, she will cherish her life more and the happiness with her family.

 Hope it will end soon.

 (End of this chapter)