abnabooks Chapter 72 The Gunman
Chapter 72 The Gunman
The next day, the weather finally cleared up.
When the school bell rang, Fang Shuwen had just finished her homework for the day.
"Fang Shuwen, are you coming or not?"
Zheng Shulan had already packed her schoolbag and was standing beside him waiting for him.
Her jet-black hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.
"Walk."
Fang Shuwen stuffed his textbook into his schoolbag and stood up.
"My grandpa told me to go home with you after school, saying there's some kind of chess game that you two need to solve."
Zheng Shulan pouted, "You can't not go. If you don't go, my grandpa will scold me again!"
Fang Shuwen smiled but didn't reply.
His father, Lao Fang, is currently living with the Zheng family, and he goes to visit them every day these days.
A short while later.
As the two left the school gate, Zheng's black Ford was already parked on the side of the road waiting for them.
When the driver, Lao Zhao, saw them come out, he quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.
"Young Master Fang, Miss, please get in the car."
Fang Shuwen was still not used to this form of address, but he was too lazy to correct her, so he bent down and got into the car.
Zheng Shulan followed him in and sat down, casually placing her schoolbag on her lap and taking out a book from it to start flipping through.
The car started and drove along East Street towards the North District.
Fang Shuwen leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the flowing street scene outside the car window.
Before it was completely dark, the shops along the street started to light up one after another, selling wontons, sesame cakes, and braised dishes. The smell of cooking oil mixed with the vendors' calls filled the street.
Why aren't you saying anything today?
Zheng Shulan suddenly closed the book and turned to look at him.
"Thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about? Your classmate Chen A-san? I heard him talking bad about you to someone in the hallway today."
Fang Shuwen was taken aback: "What did he say?"
"They said you used to be Guo Ziming's lackey, doing all sorts of sycophancy and flattery. They also said you pretend to be high and mighty now, but deep down you're still the same old person."
When Zheng Shulan said this, her tone was quite calm, but her eyes showed a hint of indignation on his behalf.
"Let him say what he wants," Fang Shuwen said, unconcerned.
"Aren't you angry?"
"What's there to be angry about?" Fang Shuwen leaned back in his chair. "His mouth is his own body; am I going to sew it back on?"
"However, I'll scold him for you!"
Zheng Shulan's lips curled slightly as she lowered her head and continued flipping through the book.
The car turned into a narrow road, with high walls on both sides and only a sliver of sky overhead.
Fang Shuwen recognized this road. Crossing it would take him to the northern district, and walking two more streets would lead him to the Zheng residence.
Just then, his back suddenly tensed up.
Someone is watching them.
It wasn't the curious gaze of a passerby; it was a murderous stare, like a knife.
"Old Zhao, stop the car and back up."
Fang Shuwen's voice was not loud, but it was deep.
Old Zhao reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and the car jerked violently to a halt.
Almost at the same time, two figures darted out from the alleyway ahead.
He was dressed in black, wearing a black hat, his face was mostly covered, and he was holding something in his hand.
Fang Shuwen's pupils suddenly contracted.
gun.
It wasn't a short gun, it was a long gun.
"Get down!"
Fang Shuwen grabbed Zheng Shulan's head and forced her down onto the chair.
A shot rang out.
Not just one sound, but a series of sounds.
"Da da da!"
The bullets struck the car, making a piercing metallic clang.
The car window shattered, and shards flew everywhere.
Old Zhao groaned and slumped over the steering wheel, blood trickling down his shoulder.
Fang Shuwen didn't have time to check on Lao Zhao's injuries; his mind was racing.
Two gunmen, armed with long guns, blocked the road ahead.
There are at least four gunmen on the high points on both sides.
Reversing?
That's too late.
The enemy's firepower was so intense that people couldn't even lift their heads.
"Fang Shuwen, what's going on?"
Zheng Shulan's voice trembled, her face was deathly pale, and she gripped the leather seat tightly.
"Don't look up, don't move."
Fang Shuwen took out the pistol he had confiscated from Li Tong from his waist and checked the magazine.
We didn't have many bullets, but they were enough.
He took a deep breath, and the power of his serpentine steps exploded from the soles of his feet.
He pushed the car door open a crack and slid out, skimming along the ground.
The bullet flew over his head, creating a blast of hot air.
His body was almost touching the ground, moving like a snake under the cover of the vehicle.
The gunman outside was clearly surprised that he dared to come out. He hesitated for a moment, and the direction in which he turned his gun was a beat too late.
That half-beat is enough.
The moment the gun fired, Fang Shuwen's body was already thrown out.
The serpentine step proved valuable at this time.
His body slid along the ground, not in a straight line, but swaying from side to side like a snake.
The bullets chased after his shadow, but each time they missed by just a hair's breadth.
"There's someone on the right!"
Zheng Shulan's voice came from inside the car, her voice trembling with sobs, but she was still shouting.
Fang Shuwen didn't turn around; his ears had already told him.
There are at least two people on the high point on the right, and also on the left. The two gunmen in front are reloading after firing a magazine.
opportunity.
He pushed off with his feet and sprang up from the ground.
The method of generating the "Crushing Mountain Force" was used to its fullest extent at this moment.
It's not used on the fists, it's used on the legs.
The force exploded from the soles of his feet, propelling him forward like a cannonball.
The gunman in front of him had just changed his magazine and hadn't even had time to raise his gun when he saw a figure already in front of him.
His eyes widened.
Fang Shuwen's fist slammed into his chest.
"Bang!"
The sound of the ribs breaking was muffled, like someone was banging a drum.
The man didn't even have time to scream before he flew backward, crashing into the wall and hitting the back of his head on the blue bricks. He collapsed without uttering a sound.
The other gunman reacted faster, dropping his rifle and drawing a short knife from his waist to stab at the attacker.
Fang Shuwen ducked, and the blade grazed his scalp.
At the same time, his right fist shot upwards and landed squarely on the man's chin.
"Click."
His jaw was broken, and the man fell backward, hitting the ground with the back of his head. His eyes rolled back, and he twitched twice before becoming still.
From the moment Fang Shuwen made his move to the moment the two gunmen fell to the ground, only three or four breaths had passed.
But those at higher elevations realized what was happening.
Bullets came from both sides, scattering pebbles across the ground.
Fang Shuwen dared not linger, and used his full power to move in a serpentine manner, sliding along the wall. Bullets chased after him, but they were just a hair's breadth away from hitting him.
He hid behind a telephone pole, panting heavily.
"Damn, that's some serious firepower."
He pulled out his pistol and counted the bullets.
Seven shots are enough.
The guy on the high point on the left was firing the most; the gunfire never stopped.
Fang Shuwen peeked out from behind the utility pole, roughly estimated the location, then suddenly stepped out and fired a shot.
The distance is not short, at least thirty meters.
Fang Shuwen's accuracy is decent. He trained a lot at the shooting club in his previous life, and his physical fitness in this life is many times better than in his previous life.
The man screamed and fell from the height.