Chapter 26 Chapter 26 I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you go that day…

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The situation was urgent and the scene was in chaos.

Opportunity. A thought flashed through Mo Shiyu's mind.

Now Hagiwara Kenji has no time to take care of himself, so he can take advantage of the chaos to leave. When his injury is healed, the police officer will ask him why he is in poor condition today, and he can make up an excuse to get away with it.

Kenji Hagiwara can't save the situation alone and might get hurt.

But there is no other way. Avoiding being exposed is the top priority right now.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt a sudden pull from above. He looked up and saw Hagiwara Kenji pulling him up. In the split second Mo Shiyu was stunned, an umbrella was stuffed into his hand.

Hagiwara Kenji pulled him to one end of the overpass, gave him a shove, and sternly shouted, "Go! Get out of here!"

“…”

After leaving these words, Hagiwara Kenji turned around and merged into the chaotic traffic flow, rushing towards the out-of-control car!

Mo Shiyu was pushed and staggered back a step. He grabbed the umbrella in his hand, looked down, then raised his head and looked at the police officer who was walking against the rain and traffic.

There were screams everywhere. The out-of-control car was stopped by a speed bump, slowing down its speed a little. Hagiwara Kenji took this opportunity to bang on the driver's window and try to open the door.

The door couldn't be opened; it was locked. The driver in the driver's seat didn't move.

In the damp air of the rainy day, Kenji Hagiwara smelled the pungent smell of gasoline. His face changed and he turned his head to see oil leaking from the rear of the car.

The fuel tank was damaged.

This is outright premeditated murder.

Kenji Hagiwara is an excellent driver. He originally planned to drive in front of this car and use the car as a roadblock to force it to stop, but now it is obviously not feasible.

The sparks from the impact could cause the fuel tank to explode.

At this time, the car was still seven or eight meters away from the overpass.

The thin and tall police officer seemed to be about to be carried off the overpass by the car, which was extremely dangerous.

Mo Shiyu's dark eyes fixed on the police officer and he slowly took a step back.

He also told me to go.

The hand holding the umbrella dropped down. The umbrella handle that the police officer handed to him still had some warmth on it. With this movement, it fell to the ground, splashing water silently.

He took another step back.

Seeing someone protecting him in danger, yet he chose to turn around and walk away. No character in the movie would do that, even if they had many reasons.

After all, he and Hagiwara Kenji and others are not the same kind of people.

…

The next second, Mo Shiyu suddenly came to his senses and turned sideways. An electric baton flashing with crackling flames brushed past his exposed neck.

The firelight flashed by, illuminating his gloomy and thick eyebrows.

Mo Shiyu rolled his eyes back and looked at the young woman who was gasping for breath behind him.

"you!"

The young woman looked at him in panic, as if surprised why he was able to dodge.

Mo Shiyu pressed his fingers on the wound on his wrist that was bleeding from being pinched by him, and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.

"...Another stun gun, and it's for use on rainy days."

He seemed to have shed a layer of skin and become a different person. The gentle expression he had when facing the police officer just now disappeared, and his eyes, wet from the rain, revealed an unfamiliar coldness and murderous intent.

His voice was light and weak, but it inexplicably revealed a chilling tone.

"If you don't want to live anymore, I can give you a ride."

The young woman was stunned. She had been looking at Mo Shiyu with a look of obsession and pity, as if she was looking at something fragile that needed protection, but now she looked like she had woken up from a dream.

"You...why are you like this...No, I can't..." She murmured softly and blankly.

"What? Didn't I meet your expectations of a victim?"

Mo Shiyu looked around. Passersby were either running or watching the out-of-control car. No one was paying attention to this side.

The camera angle can't capture this.

He put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at her again, his eyes slowly becoming darker.

The young woman took a step back, turned around and ran without saying a word.

Mo Shiyu frowned, shifted his steps slightly, and stumbled a bit unsteadily. He stopped where he was with a grim expression.

He looked in the direction the woman left.

She must be the criminal in this case.

***

The crowd suddenly began to scream. Mo Shiyu subconsciously turned around and saw Hagiwara Kenji smashing the car window with a safety hammer, brushing off the excess glass fragments with his sleeves, leaning in and trying to pull the handbrake, but failed.

The driver's body blocked the gap for him to reach out.

At this time, the car's speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch up by walking alone.

This is the last chance to save people!

Hagiwara Kenji had no other choice but to pull out the small knife he carried with him and quickly cut the seatbelt on the unconscious driver. With a pale face, he dragged the heavy man, who looked to weigh two hundred pounds, out of the car window. His breathing became disordered and trembling, and his handsome face turned pale.

The skinny Kenji looks like he's about to be squashed!

It was not until several strong men came to help that Hagiwara Kenji's almost breathless face finally looked a little better.

Mo Shiyu knelt on the ground, looking in that direction, thinking silently, Officer Hagiwara, you have to lift more weights when you go back this time. Your explosive power is not good enough.

Of course, if he were to take over, he wouldn't be able to do it either.

However, he felt that with the same body size, Gin would definitely be able to move the person out easily.

At this time, Mo Shiyu had long forgotten that he had used his teeth to pull Gin Ye's hair the day before yesterday and forced Gin Ye to carry him out of the execution room - otherwise he probably wouldn't have the leisure to imagine the scene of Gin saving people.

At this rate, it shouldn't be difficult to save people.

However, at this moment, Mo Shiyu's expression suddenly changed.

An inconspicuous black car with a license plate drove by, the dark window was rolled down, and a burning cigarette butt was thrown out of the window, hitting the leaking gasoline on the ground!

Through the rearview mirror, Mo Shiyu saw the young woman's distorted face staring at the out-of-control car.

The next second, flames shot out from the gasoline on the ground and burned towards the car at an extremely fast speed!

Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant.

If the gasoline burning along the way reaches the fuel tank, the car will explode without even falling off the bridge!

Several brave men were so scared that they let go. Hagiwara Kenji's face immediately turned pale again. He struggled to find time to look up and see the distance to the bridge.

In two seconds at most, the car would hit the bridge railing and plummet from the 8-meter-high overpass!

"Everyone leave!"

Kenji Hagiwara made a prompt decision and shouted sternly.

He pushed hard, completely lifting his body off the ground and placing his center of gravity on the car. Using his own weight as support, he leaped out of the car, holding the man in his arms, at the moment the car hit the railing and fell into the air.

Then he used inertia to throw the man onto the bridge!

At this moment, even Kenji Hagiwara admired his own instant burst of strength.

Great! The person was saved.

Worthy of this dress.

The feeling of weightlessness dragged his body down like the scythe of death, and he slowly closed his eyes.

However, the gray-haired child can only be left to Xiao Zhenping.

...I really can't accept this.

If we go by the order of their encounter, that child should clearly be his case.

***

At this moment, time seemed to stop.

The sound of the wind echoed in my ears, whistling sharply, and the rain pouring down on my face blurred my vision.

Hagiwara Kenji's wrist suddenly felt heavy, followed by a sharp pain of dislocation.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and his body, which should have fallen, was hanging in the air.

His wrist was wrapped with a solid black nylon rope. The rope must have been specially made. After the end was wrapped around his wrist, it formed a buckle that was difficult to undo, holding him tightly.

The next second, the sound of a car exploding and the sky-high flames swept up like a vicious beast from seven or eight meters below him.

But it stopped in mid-air and did not affect him.

He only felt a huge and terrifying heat wave, and a hoarse groan that was very small compared to the explosion, but somehow reached his ears clearly.

Hagiwara Kenji looked up and saw the other end of the rope. A figure dressed in black had his upper body pressed against the ground—presumably to increase friction. His legs were pressed against the railing, and his blood-soaked hands gripped the rope. His head was lowered, revealing a face that was extremely pale and bloodless.

This is a very professional posture for leveraging power.

"...Little Fish." Amidst the trembling of his body and the gasps between his dying breaths, Kenji Hagiwara called out a name through gritted teeth.

As if awakened from chaos, the black-haired police officer stared at the blood-dripping gauze and electric shock marks that were completely exposed on the other's wrist, his face a mixture of shock, anger and worry.

He said through gritted teeth.

"Didn't I let you go?"

Mo Shiyu stared at him with his cold, ash-grey eyes. "A guy who's always ready to die in the line of duty has no right to criticize me."

Hagiwara Kenji was suddenly stunned.

He found that from this moment on, the image of a college student with immature reactions, shyness, and lack of social experience seemed to slowly fade away from the person in front of him.

It was like peeling off a veil, revealing sharp claws.

…

After stopping the other person's falling trend for a moment, Mo Shiyu quickly tied the rope in his hand to the railing. His hands were shaking badly, but he still completed the task.

"Someone fell down here, come and rescue him!"

He shouted, and the onlookers around him immediately responded, coming to pull the rope. Everyone worked together to pull Kenji Hagiwara up.

After Hagiwara Kenji came up, Mo Shiyu immediately put the black rope back into his pocket, walked a few steps to the side, found a corner and fell down motionless.

As soon as Hagiwara Kenji climbed up, he immediately walked over here quickly, holding the back of the young man's head with one hand that could still move to prevent his head from hitting the ground.

He wanted to say something, but no words came out.

One of his hands was dislocated and hung limply at his side. Both of them looked bruised and battered.

The police officer with semi-long black hair and purple eyes looked at Mo Shiyu, blinked her eyelashes wet by the rain, and looked at him with a completely new gaze.

His gaze then lingered for a long time on the wound on his wrist that was completely exposed and not covered.

Mo Shiyu thought that Hagiwara Kenji was going to say something like "Who are you?", "Why did you get hurt like this?", "What are your intentions?"

However, the gentle police officer remained silent for a long time and finally just said this.

"I shouldn't have let you go that day."

"sorry."

“…”

Mo Shiyu curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.