Chapter 595: Chapter 594: The Wet Trails

「Late at night, Binhai Phoenix Mountain Villa.」

Yan Ziruo suddenly woke from her dream, sitting up on the enormous bed and gasping for air.

The darkness before her, along with the returning sense of control and familiarity over her own body, made Yan Ziruo acutely aware that it had just been a nightmare.

But that nightmare had truly frightened her.

She had similar dreams several times during the period after her younger brother’s accident in Chuanzhong.

For some reason, after more than half a year of peaceful life, she had once again dreamed of a similar scene.

Yan Ziruo had just dreamed that her brother, his face covered in blood, was bidding her farewell.

Watching him turn to leave, she tried desperately to grab his hand, but her legs felt as if they weighed a ton, and she couldn’t catch up no matter how hard she tried.

Just as her brother was about to be completely swallowed by the surrounding darkness, Yan Ziruo was terrified and jolted awake in a panic.

Though she was awake from the nightmare, the feeling of heart palpitations and panic still lingered. Yan Ziruo glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand and saw that it was just after midnight.

She had been asleep for an hour at most.

Her heart still pounding with unease, she fumbled for the phone beside her pillow. She pressed a button, but the screen that lit up showed no unread messages or missed calls from her brother.

Without thinking, Yan Ziruo pressed her brother’s speed-dial number.

Immediately, a familiar jingle began to play...

"Hello, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."

Growing even more anxious, Yan Ziruo found Duan Yu’s number and dialed it...

"Mr. Yan, wake up! Mr. Yan, wake up, quickly!"

Amidst the violent shaking and the stinging pain from being slapped on the face, Yan Feifan gradually regained consciousness from a state of intense dizziness.

The first thing to become clear was the pain!

His ribs ached dully, which Yan Feifan knew was from the seatbelt. But a sharper pain, like a knife cut, came from his left calf.

Compared to that, the stinging on his face was nothing and was already fading fast.

At the same time, the ringing in his ears quickly faded, replaced by the rising and falling wail of police sirens and a series of sharp POP-POP-POPS, like different firecrackers going off.

Yan Feifan’s memory was also returning rapidly.

Scene after terrifying scene flashed through his mind, one after another, gradually linking together into a coherent sequence.

After seeing the red and white on his hands, Yan Feifan looked over in horror to see Dr. Hakeman, who had been chatting nonstop just moments before, now with half of his skull missing.

Just as he was reeling in terror, the car jerked to a sudden stop.

With a massive jolt and a deafening noise, Yan Feifan’s world began to spin...

His memory of the moments before the violent collision now restored, Yan Feifan shook his head hard, and his vision began to clear.

The first thing he saw was a face stained with blood, grease, and dust, yet full of concern and tension.

The sight of this face brought a sense of relief to Yan Feifan.

"Duan Yu, what on earth happened?"

As he asked this, Yan Feifan also took in his surroundings.

He was sitting on the ground, his back leaning against the undercarriage of a car.

And this vehicle, overturned on its side in the middle of the road, appeared to be the General Motors van they had been riding in.

A short distance ahead, two smaller cars were also sprawled across the road, their bellies turned to the sky.

Further away, about ten or twenty meters down the road, five or six police cars were parked, their lights flashing.

"We were caught in a highway chase between the police and some criminals. The criminals were shooting at innocent vehicles along the way, and our van was hit."

Seeing that Yan Feifan was conscious again, Duan Yu quickly explained, "The criminals and the police are in a firefight, and we were unlucky enough to get caught in the middle."

"Mr. Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Feifan knew that the United States was a country where guns were rampant. He had often seen news reports online about another shooting incident somewhere in America.

He just never thought that he and his group would be so unlucky as to be swept up in one.

Just then, a few more POP-POP-POP sounds rang out. The car behind him was hit again, and the impact made Yan Feifan wince.

"My body... Let me check myself first..."

With that, Yan Feifan ran his hands over his head.

’No depressions in the skull, no swelling.’

’Neck, normal.’

’Chest and abdomen... a welt on my ribs, painful to the touch, but the pain is mild.’ Yan Feifan guessed the seatbelt hadn’t caused any fractures.

’Abdomen is soft, no pain on palpation, no fluid accumulation.’

Yan Feifan then continued his check downwards.

’Hmm, my manly assets are still there, all accounted for, and no abnormal pain.’

Having checked that far, Yan Feifan felt much more relieved.

’At least I’m not going to die.’

He then looked at his left calf, which was in extreme pain.

The pant leg there was soaked with blood and torn, revealing a wound more than ten centimeters long on the outer side of his calf.

Seeing such a large wound, Yan Feifan bent down to treat it.

The moment Yan Feifan bent over, a bullet whizzed past the right side of his head.

The fiery trail of the bullet seared away Yan Feifan’s hair, leaving a straight, scorched path along the right side of his head.

The bullet, which missed by a hair’s breadth, then pierced straight through the undercarriage of the van behind Yan Feifan and disappeared...

Yan Feifan hadn’t noticed the incoming bullet, but Duan Yu’s eyes instantly sharpened.

’The bullet came from the direction of the American police.’

She didn’t have time to think. She darted in front of Yan Feifan, shielding him with her own body.

Then, Duan Yu reached out and pushed Yan Feifan flat against the ground.

"It’s not safe here. We need to move."

As she spoke, she grabbed Yan Feifan’s shoulder and began to crawl forward and to the left.

Over there, several cars were parked haphazardly on the roadside, which could shield them from the line of sight of both the criminals and the police...

"I can do it myself."

After his initial daze, Yan Feifan gritted his teeth against the pain in his left calf and began to use his arms, crawling to keep up with Duan Yu.

Just then, a thought occurred to Yan Feifan, and he couldn’t help but ask, "What about the driver and that assistant, He Tao?"

"I don’t know. My only responsibility is to protect you," Duan Yu replied coldly.

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but stop and turn his head to look back at the General Motors van.

Just then, he saw several more bullets strike the van, making it shudder.

Thinking of the bullets crisscrossing through the air, and reminding himself that he wasn’t Superman, Yan Feifan decisively abandoned any heroic notions and continued crawling after Duan Yu toward the front left.

At that moment, Yan Feifan felt like he was scrambling through a hail of bullets on a battlefield.

’This is too damn scary...’

They were not far from the cars on the side of the road, only about four or five meters away, when suddenly, Yan Feifan saw Duan Yu not only stop but also pull back a little. He stopped too.

"What’s wrong?"

Duan Yu, her face a little pale, pointed in both directions and said, "For the distance ahead, there isn’t much cover from the criminals’ side."

"If we move out like this, we might draw concentrated fire from both the criminals and the police in our direction."

"So, we need to save some energy and make a run for it, not crawl."

Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment. "I need to treat the wound on my left leg first."

Duan Yu warned him sternly, "Don’t stand up. Bend over and treat it!"

Using his teeth, Yan Feifan tore off the left sleeve of his shirt. He lay on his side and bent over, preparing to bandage his injured left leg.

As he bent down, he froze.

Yan Feifan could clearly see two wet trails left behind where he and Duan Yu had crawled.

The trail he left was somewhat intermittent and thin.

But the trail left by Duan Yu was much wider than his, and much more continuous...

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