Han Li slept very uneasily.
His whole body was burning as if it were on fire, yet at the same time it was freezing cold as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
Countless roaring and shattered illusions pushed and enveloped him, and crowded blocks of colors vied to occupy his sight.
He saw a pale wrist hanging in the darkness, and the thin and deformed bones protruded from under the thin skin like a broken dead branch, as if he could see the life quickly draining away from the flesh bit by bit.
Han Li trembled - he still remembered that hand, warm and soft, gently patting his back.
Then, devoured by the disease, it quickly becomes dry and emaciated, like a skeleton covered with skin.
He moved his steps with difficulty, trying to catch that hand, but the rapidly spreading darkness swallowed up the pale wrist in the blink of an eye, leaving Han Li searching in vain in the darkness, shouting in panic and fear: "...Mom!"
At this moment, an irresistible force suddenly came over him, strangling his throat with suffocating force. Han Li struggled and could almost hear his larynx creaking in the man's palm. The pungent smell of sweat and thick gunpowder along with blood spread into his mouth and nose. He heard the foreign accent whispering in the darkness, murmuring a strange language in a malicious tone.
Dizziness, pain, fear, despair.
They transformed into countless dark monsters, opened their bloody mouths, and approached Han Li with a grin.
"Bang--"
At this moment, a loud noise was heard, as if penetrating the boundary between illusion and reality, dream and reality, like a deafening bell ringing, suddenly pulling Han Li out of the crazy and chaotic darkness. He blinked blankly, and everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a dazzling halo. The pale ceiling lights and light blue ceiling were spinning rapidly in the blurred vision, almost making him think that he was still in a dream.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and a hint of blood.
Han Li blinked his out-of-focus eyes with difficulty, his forehead was burning hot, his cracked lips opened and closed slightly, and he uttered vague murmurs.
The dripping sounds of instruments beside the bed were disturbing and piercing. Through the thin walls, he seemed to be able to hear countless noisy and chaotic noises in the distance - footsteps, groans, gunshots, all of which merged into a noisy and chaotic river, pouring into Han Li's senses in a mess. The strong sense of uneasiness and crisis was like a sharp, cold steel needle, piercing the back of his head.
Han Li breathed rapidly and began to struggle subconsciously in a daze.
“Bang!”
He fell off the narrow hospital bed with his whole body, and the leg brace hit the edge of the bed heavily.
Although the effect of the anesthetic had not yet worn off, the intense pain still instantly spread along the numb nerves, causing Han Li to curl up tremblingly, with cold sweat covering his pale forehead.
I don’t know when the sound outside the door disappeared.
While Han Li was in a daze, he heard rhythmic footsteps coming from afar in the empty silence. The hard soles of shoes tapped on the concrete floor, approaching steadily step by step.
Han Li's whole body trembled, and a huge panic came over him in an instant. He trembled violently, and used all his strength to drag his uncontrollable body, crawling hard towards a distance, trying to escape from the danger that was approaching.
The footsteps stopped beside the bed.
Han Li turned his head in panic, trying to catch the source of the sound, but his chaotic and blurry vision was still all white.
Then, a huge force suddenly came, and strong arms went around his back and knees, lifting him up.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Han Li freeze. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other person's clothes. His body, limp from the anesthetic, fell into the stranger's chest.
A clear and cold breath instantly enveloped him.
The bitter taste of the grass, mixed with the hot smell of oil and the cold smell of metal, unexpectedly blended into a soothing feeling.
Han Li stopped struggling - in his muddled subconscious, he remembered the taste.
Amid the sharp sounds of gunfire and the man's curses in a foreign accent, an equally strong arm pressed his entire body against the chest. The smell tightly enveloped him, blocking out all the blood and danger.
In the deep dark night, he was tortured by pain and woke up from time to time. In the interval between being conscious and drowsy, he felt himself being held in the same arms in the same posture. During the bumps, he could hear the rhythmic heartbeat in the other person's chest, beating steadily like a lullaby, with a reassuring magic. In the whistling wind, he heard a man's low voice coming from above:
"Hold on, kid."
Han Li relaxed for some unknown reason and buried his burning forehead in the other's arms.
Chen Kong carried Han Li back to the bed, feeling a little surprised.
According to the efficacy of the sedative, even an adult would need at least two hours to regain consciousness, but Han Li not only woke up early, he even climbed out of bed and dragged his body a few steps away. With such willpower, Shen Kong didn't know whether to be surprised or admired.
He looked down at Han Li in his arms, with an unignorable scrutiny in his dark eyes.
The child's pale forehead was soaked with sweat, his cheekbones were sickly flushed, his eyeballs rolled restlessly under his thin eyelids, his thin little hands clutched his clothes convulsively, and he burrowed into his own arms in a daze, looking really pitiful.
Chen Kong bent down and put Han Li back on the bed. When he was about to stand up, he found that his clothes were still tightly grasped.
He frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to try to free his collar from the little hand, but surprisingly failed to pull it away.
Shen Kong had a headache.
He had just dealt with a wave of mercenaries sent by the Han family outside. Although he didn't know when the next wave would arrive, the other party would not give up so easily. He couldn't waste time here.
But even if one has a weak sense of morality like Chen Kong, he would not do such a thing as breaking a child's hand.
He patiently coaxed her, "Be good, let go."
Can't pull it.
Chen Kong's forehead twitched, and he used his strength, but he still couldn't break free without hurting Han Li. He began to lose his patience and threatened with gritted teeth:
"Little ghost, if you don't want your hands anymore, I'll take them off..."
Han Li's pale and slender fingers clenched a little tighter.
Shen Kong: “…”
Suddenly, the system's mechanical voice rang in his ears: "It is detected that the mission target is in a coma and fragile state. It is recommended that the correctional personnel gently comfort him to reduce the impact of stress trauma on the mission target's three views and improve the completion of the mission-"
After Shen Kong heard what the system said, he suddenly understood.
Yes, Han Li was unconscious. It would be too unreasonable to bother with an unconscious person!
He took out a knife from his pocket, cut the piece of cloth that Han Li was holding on to, then turned around and walked out without any reluctance.
system:……
It couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt: Aren't they speaking the same language? ? ?
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Three hours later
Chen Kong took out a deflated cigarette box from his pocket and poured it into his bloodstained palm skillfully.
It's empty.
He threw the cigarette box aside with some regret, letting the sticky scarlet blood on the ground stain the outer edge of the cigarette box into an ugly brown-red color.
There were several empty magazines scattered around him, as well as several metal shells that were still slightly warm.
Since the situation this time was not as critical as the life-and-death struggle on the deserted mountain before, and these mercenaries were not as annoying as those kidnappers, Chen Kong controlled the extent of his attacks very much. In close combat, he would just knock them out. Even if he was forced to use thermal weapons, he would only aim at non-lethal parts to minimize unnecessary trouble later. However, this caused the difficulty to double this time.
Shen Kong rolled his shoulders slightly and hissed softly.
The blue-purple sky outside the window had already begun to turn pale, and the morning breeze had diluted the pungent smell of sex in the room.
Shen Kong frowned and looked down at his watch: 4:45.
It has been nearly 12 hours since he sent the message to Han Li's grandfather. Logically, the Zhao family should have arrived by now no matter how late it was.
Shen Kong had a bad feeling in his heart, he quickly walked to the desk and turned on the computer.
The page is full of news:
Zhao Holdings is suspected of business fraud, the main suspect is being investigated by the police, and the company's funds are frozen.
The author has something to say: System: Damn, straight guy, report it
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