The gunfire gradually subsided, and the radio chatter became chaotic. Yang Huaijin breathed a sigh of relief, his nerves still on edge. They had finally escaped disaster.
“Are you okay?”
Yang Huaijin tried to get up to check on Feng Zhi, but he was gently pushed back into his seat.
“Stay put, don’t move.”
Yang Huaijin sensed that something was off, but the scene of the attack was chaotic, and he didn’t notice anything specific. Soon enough, the sound of gunfire resumed from the front, signaling the arrival of the enemy’s second wave. It was a frantic chase, and even though Yang Huaijin had been in the underworld for many years, he had never experienced such a serious situation before.
Yang Huaijin took out his gun and shouted to Feng Zhi, “Let me drive!”
They needed a backup sniper, and although Yang Huaijin was skilled with a gun, his pregnancy made movement difficult. Clearly, Feng Zhi was more suited for the defensive position at this critical moment. With no time to stop and switch places, Yang Huaijin attempted to briefly activate the autopilot and switch positions with Feng Zhi while driving.
Feng Zhi glanced at him and said, “It’s no use changing. We don’t have any guns.” It wasn’t that they didn’t have guns, but they lacked heavy weapons. Their light firearms could only be used for self-defense in this situation, not for attack.
Feng Zhi’s voice was deep, with a subtle touch of tenderness: “Protect yourself.”
The side windows shattered in the hail of bullets and impacts, and the wind howled into the car. At this speed, the wind was loud, and Yang Huaijin could hardly hear what Feng Zhi was saying. Something flashed through his mind, and he felt a sudden tightness in his chest, shouting, “What’s wrong?”
The brakes screeched, the enemy firepower was fierce, and in desperation, Feng Zhi jerked the steering wheel, turning the car around. Their convoy had been scattered, and only Ivan’s vehicle remained following them.
“I’m fine, just protect yourself,” Feng Zhi repeated the same words.
Thrown towards the car door by the sudden turn, Yang Huaijin’s shoulder throbbed from the impact. Ignoring his own pain, he leaned over to look at Feng Zhi’s left side.
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The vehicle jolted violently, throwing Yang Huaijin back into his seat. He stared at his blood-stained fingers, unable to think clearly for a moment, feeling his heart sink heavily. The recent danger had been like a hail of bullets, and he hadn’t even realized when Feng Zhi had been hit. Feng Zhi wasn’t one to stay calm; the more deadly the situation, the more excited and arrogant he became. When he spoke less, there had to be something abnormal.
“I’m fine,” Feng Zhi said.
Fine… How could he be fine?
But Yang Huaijin didn’t say anything else. He knew he couldn’t distract Feng Zhi any further while he was driving.
Yang Huaijin kept one hand on his gun, watching the window vigilantly, while the other was tightly pressed against his abdomen, which was starting to ache. He fought to keep himself calm, trying hard not to think about the bullet hole in Feng Zhi’s body. They were fleeing for their lives, and there was a fragile little life inside his belly. He had to steady his gun. Feng Zhi said he was fine… he should be fine! Nothing would happen to him!
After driving for a while longer, the gunfire outside gradually ceased, finally getting rid of the last pursuers. They entered a forest, which was a good hiding spot. In such a desperate situation, they had to find a suitable place to hide and wait for rescue.
Feng Zhi slowly brought the car to a stop, and Yang Huaijin immediately rushed over to check his injuries. He tried to push Yang Huaijin away, but he didn’t have much strength left. The bullet had pierced his lung, making it difficult for him to speak.
Loss of blood had turned Feng Zhi’s lips pale. Yang Huaijin, feeling a bit panicked, hurriedly adjusted the seat, unbuttoned Feng Zhi’s shirt, and tried to stop the bleeding.
“Don’t worry about me… You should hide with Ivan and the others first,” Feng Zhi said.
Yang Huaijin ignored him and continued his actions. “Can you move?” he asked.
“No… I can’t,” Feng Zhi shook his head, feeling the condition of his body and sighed with regret. “Looks like… I won’t be able to marry you and take you home…”
Logic told Feng Zhi to push Yang Huaijin away, but he couldn’t help wanting to look at him a little longer. Perhaps… he wouldn’t see him again in the future. Yang Huaijin kept his head down, trying to stop the bleeding, and Feng Zhi, unable to see his face, reached out his hand to touch it, only to feel it wet with tears.
“A-jin…” he called out, and his fingers were soon soaked with tears. Yang Huaijin didn’t lift his head, but tears flowed even more fiercely.
“A-jiu…” Yang Huaijin’s voice trembled.
A-jiu, will you marry me…
Looks like… I won’t be able to marry you and take you home…
Yang Huaijin had a good memory, and he still remembered clearly what happened twelve years ago. When they parted by the ship’s side, the boy named ‘A-jiu’ suddenly proposed to him. Just a few days ago, they had made lifelong marks, binding each other for life, full of expectations for the future. And twelve years later, that boy had grown into a handsome man with sharp features. His pale face was filled with regret and reluctance as he said, “Looks like… I won’t be able to marry you and take you home…”
In an instant, their past and present overlapped, weaving into a heavy hammer that slammed fiercely into Yang Huaijin’s heart. He threw himself at Feng Zhi, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He struggled not to make a sound, but tears flowed down Feng Zhi’s neck uncontrollably, unable to be restrained.
Feng Zhi fumbled, placing his hand on the back of Yang Huaijin’s neck, trying to comfort him through the collar. His palm just happened to cover the flames tattoo, but his hand, drained of blood, had no warmth.
“I’m not A-jiu. I’m dying, and I couldn’t even turn back into your ‘A-jiu’,” he said.
“Don’t cry… it’s better this way. When I’m gone… you won’t be troubled by pheromones anymore. You still have a child in your belly, don’t cry…” Feng Zhi’s voice was weak. “If we could go back to that time, I wouldn’t have marked you so deeply… Marking should be driven by emotions, not… possessiveness. I… couldn’t protect you…”
“You have to… protect yourself…” He repeated the same words as before, almost word for word.
At that moment, the car door was pulled open.
“We need to leave quickly—”
The young man named Ivan had a look of banditry about him. He was very young, with a pair of cold, calm green eyes. He stood outside the car door for a moment, stunned. “What’s going on?”
“A first aid kit!” Yang Huaijin wiped away his tears, anxiously.
Ivan hesitated for a moment, but quickly turned around to fetch the first aid kit. However, he knew it was too late. The enemy would soon catch up, and their team had been scattered. The only fighting force left was the three people in his car, and they didn’t have time to save someone who was seriously injured.
When Ivan returned, he brought two other soldiers with him. They lifted Feng Zhi out of the car and laid him flat on the ground, quickly performing emergency first aid to stop the bleeding.
Soon, one of the soldiers lifted his head and reported the situation to Ivan in Russian.
Ivan frowned upon hearing this, then replied with a composed expression.
While the soldiers continued their rescue efforts, Ivan glanced at his wristwatch and said to Yang Huaijin, “You must leave with us immediately, right now!”
Yang Huaijin knelt beside Feng Zhi, not even looking at Ivan. “No, we must save him first!”
“His injuries are too severe to move. You must set aside your emotions. My mission is to prioritize your safety in this situation. You have only two choices: abandon him, or die with him.” Ivan sounded urgent and was not mincing his words. He moved quietly behind Yang Huaijin—today, even if he had to knock Yang Huaijin out, he would take him away.
“Leave him here. If reinforcements arrive quickly, he still has a chance.” As Ivan spoke, he swiftly took action.
However, Yang Huaijin was quicker. He drew his gun, turned around, and in an instant, had the barrel pressed against Ivan’s forehead.
Kneeling on one knee, Yang Huaijin turned his body sideways. His gun had just been holstered at his waist, but no one expected him to point it at his own comrade.
“Now, listen to me,” Yang Huaijin’s face was streaked with tears, yet his gaze was fierce. “Get him onto the car. I’m taking him to find a doctor. Now!”
Noo 🙁 Give them two a break. sigh