Floating Island
The alarm sounded and the people running wildly in the jungle suddenly stopped. Qu Mengting turned her head and looked up. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw a smoke-like gas pouring out of the gray-white walls of the castle.
"What is that?"
Fang Junwen also stopped to look, "It looks like smoke."
Qu Mengting was shocked. Sure enough, thick smoke began to billow out from the middle floor of the castle.
Qu Mengting's right eye began to twitch without warning. Her back was drenched in sweat. She whispered, "Why do I have a bad feeling?"
Ten minutes ago, Jiang Li was discovered by them, the USB flash drive in his pocket. Facing three armed men, he instinctively reached to his side with his right hand, but found nothing. Now he was regretting why he had given up the gun. He had never made such a basic mistake in the organization. How could he have developed a human heart after three years in the human world?
When the two sides met, Jiang Li aimed at the AR-15 in their hands and made a fake move of taking a gun with his right hand.
One of the white men said something in English, which was roughly mocking him for being weak, and then threw him to one of the mercenaries. Jiang Li watched the two men leave. In the end, this computer room became a battlefield between him and the black man.
The man pulled the safety and pointed the gun at him. A second before shooting, Jiang Li rolled over the table and the bullet hit the running machine behind him, creating some sparks. The other party was shooting at a very high frequency. He looked at the man with sharp eyes and kicked him in the wrist. The gun fell to the ground. The man bent down to pick it up but was kicked further away.
The man paused, then looked directly at the young man in front of him, stretched his muscles, and both of them took fighting stances.
Although Jiang Li was not as strong as his opponent, he had the advantage of being quick in attack and catching the opponent off guard.
When he fell to the ground and was strangled by Jiang Li, he realized that the ruthlessness in this man's eyes was not something that ordinary people had. He underestimated this kid.
So, his mind returned to the gun, but the more he struggled, the tighter Jiang Li strangled him.
He didn't know that Jiang Li didn't have much strength left at this moment. He had been fighting from night to day, killing people again and again, without eating or drinking a drop of water. He was more eager to end the fight than anyone else.
He roughly pulled the wires connected to the machine, wrapped them around the man's neck, and increased his strength.
The man looked nauseous, and he touched something with one hand and threw it at Jiang Li without hesitation.
His head buzzed, and soon the situation reversed. The man went to pick up the gun in the corner. The moment Jiang Li got the gun, he had a bad feeling.
The next moment, "Bang——"
"Sister Wen!" Qu Mengting helped the fallen person up, tears in her eyes, "Sister Wen, how are you?"
The situation became even more chaotic after the castle caught fire. Before they could run out, gunshots rang out in the woods. Mercenaries and the upstarts who could carry guns were killing people like crazy in the woods.
Fang Junwen blocked a bullet for her and fell into her arms.
Qu Mengting ripped off her silk scarf and pressed it against her chest, where bright red blood continued to flow. "Sister Wen! What should I do? I can't stop it!"
"Don't cry..." Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. She said, "I have a picture album in my backpack... Take it out... and hand it over to the police."
Qu Mengting pulled over the backpack scattered on the ground, and there was indeed a large picture album inside.
"Inside... is... some evidence she and I collected together... It's hand-drawn, but it might be able to help... bring them to justice."
Her face was very pale and her entire shirt was almost soaked in blood. This was the first time Qu Mengting had such a direct feeling of death.
Her body was getting colder and colder, this was the process of her life slipping away.
Qu Mengting's face was covered with tears. She wiped them away, struggled to lift Fang Junwen up, and tried to drag her away. "Let's go! Sister Wen, I'll take you home!"
"We agreed to walk together and go back together. The police are just ahead. Once we get out of this woods, we'll be home..." Qu Mengting dragged her stubbornly. After taking two steps, she felt her hands becoming weaker and weaker, and finally she couldn't even drag her.
Qu Mengting fell and lay on the ground in a mess. She turned her head to look at Fang Junwen, whose face was pale.
She went to check her breath and murmured, "No more... How could this happen? Wasn't she fine just now? How could this happen?"
Tears as big as beans dripped onto the cold corpse. She stroked Fang Junwen's face and said as if promising, "Don't worry, I will definitely take the album out."
Jiang Li held his left arm, his face wrinkled, ignoring the pain, he grabbed the gun barrel and kicked the man hard in the lower abdomen.
The scene was chaotic. Bullets were fired at these machines accidentally, some of which short-circuited directly. These short-circuited and sizzling devices seemed to sense the situation outside and also ignited flames.
While he was distracted, the man grabbed Jiang Li's injured arm and threw him to the ground. Jiang Li leaned forward and pressed down on him. At this moment, he really didn't have the energy to fight this man to death. He had lost too much blood, and there was a large area of his blood on the ground.
The fire in the machine room choked them. Jiang Li felt difficulty breathing. The man took the opportunity to grab his collar and tried to throw Jiang Li into the fire. The two forces were competing with each other, and finally his back hit the iron frame hard, and the pain made him see stars.
They were in a stalemate, and through the open door they could see thick smoke coming out of the same floor.
Jiang Li had thought about his own death scenes many times, whether he would be caught and shot by the police, or die in the execution of a mission, but he never thought that he would die on the side of justice and as an informant.
It seems quite good to think that a person like him can actually leave a good reputation after his death.
Will anyone remember him?
Maybe, at least the police who handled the case would remember him.
Oh, this case was handled by Chen An.
Thinking of this, Jiang Li suddenly laughed. The man was angry at his sudden laughter and said in broken Chinese: "What are you laughing at!"
The corner of Jiang Li's mouth was broken, and every time he spoke, the wound would be pulled. Even so, he still said: "I am laughing. If I die, people will remember me. But if you die, it may not be the same."
The man didn't understand Chinese very well, but from his expression I could tell that it wasn't a nice thing to say.
The smoke was too thick and the fire was still spreading. He didn't want to die, so he prepared to give Jiang Li a final blow and then leave.
But just when Jiang Li thought he would die at the hands of this man, he fell straight down.
A pool of blood quickly appeared on the ground.
He stared at the pool of blood, and his ears were suddenly filled with noises. The noises of burning, explosions, and destruction all rushed into his ears, giving him a headache.
He endured these painful sounds, and suddenly, the footsteps of another person mixed with the footsteps of the sea of fire invading him. It was sharp and strong, and almost every step stepped on his heart.
Before he lost consciousness, he only caught a glimpse of a blurry figure.
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