The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Don't run!"

On the empty avenue, seven or eight strong men in black were chasing the young man relentlessly, and they had already chased him down three streets in a row.

The boy who was being chased naturally didn't reply. He even had the intention to ask in his mind:

[If you want to catch up with me, shouldn’t you run without holding your breath? Why shout it out? Did they think I would stop because of this? Incomprehensible. 】

"Don't run!"

Behind him, seven or eight strong men in black were chasing him relentlessly. They had already chased him for three consecutive streets.

The boy's running posture was very abstract. His head turned to the right, the corner of his left eye glanced at the road ahead, and the corner of his right eye glanced behind him.

[The beachfront villa area is open and not suitable for hiding. If you run further east or north, you will have to run out of the seaside area. The situation there is unknown and it is not possible. Can we only find a way to lure them to the slum area in the south...]

After quietly planning the route in his mind, Kosmo saw the black muzzle of the gun in the corner of his right eye.

【Can you finally bear it? 】

Kosmo knew very well that the reason why the other party had not fired was for three reasons: first, they were confident that they could catch up with him; second, the sound of gunshots would spread far. If Kosmo had any accomplices, there would be no doubt that they would be able to catch up with him. It is pointing the direction for the other party; thirdly, bullets are very expensive, especially pistol bullets. Half a kilogram of compressed biscuits can be exchanged for three bullets, and the opposite of a certain commodity is that bullets are often expensive but not marketable. .

But it doesn’t matter, isn’t it just a gun? Kosmo showed a smile that he thought was "just that" and ran towards the alley to the side.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive gunshots were heard behind him.

The first bullet hit a street lamp in the distance, leaving a small black hole in the white light pole.

The second bullet shattered the window on the second floor of the roadside villa. Wails and screams were heard from inside the house at the same time. A small amount of blood and pieces of flesh even flew through the window into the middle of the road, leaving deep red spots.

The third bullet flew past the young man's waist, tore off a corner of his dark shirt, and then hit the thick wooden railing, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere.

"Click! Click!"

The strong man holding the gun pulled the trigger twice more, but there was no bullet left, so he could only pick up his feet and continue chasing.

"snort……"

Kosmo groaned, covered his side, and continued running.

While running, he quickly glanced at the palm of his hand, and the bright red blood was already spilling out.

It was okay not to look at it. Originally, there was only a slight pain. Originally, I just felt a little cold in my waist. But now, with his deep and shallow movements, the tearing and burning sensations in the wound are so obvious.

【Am I shot? No, it shouldn't be possible! 】

The palm of his hand quickly swept across his waist, and as expected, a flying wooden wedge penetrated the flesh.

His hand quickly swept across the pocket of his pants. There was a small bulge inside, so he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief:

[Fortunately, the evidence is not lost. As long as this is handed over to Sister Anna as agreed, the things here will be known to the outside world, and everyone will be saved...]

With this belief, he continued to run, running numbly, leaving a long line of blood on the road behind him, like some indescribable rope that tied him painlessly, but did not Restrained his steps.

The road gradually became narrower, the light and shadow gradually became dim, the ground became muddy, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of decay.

Not sure if it was because of the uneven road, Kosmo staggered and used inertia to support the wall beside him, but he did not stop there - his slender arms bent and exerted force, and as soon as Kosmo's thin body touched the wall, It bounced up quickly like an inflated basketball and continued to stumble.

[This is Clooney Street 1. As long as they run forward 600 meters and turn left into Boro Street 3, they can successfully lead them into the crowded shack area. As long as they get there, escaping is simple. matter! 】

But six hundred meters...six hundred meters!

This distance may not seem like much on its own, but if you take into account that he has already run for five or six kilometers with injuries, and if you take into account that he has been in a state of embarrassment due to lack of food and clothing, this last stretch of distance has become the breaking camel's back. The last straw.

[Isn’t it possible? It seems that we can only use the second method. 】

The pain continued to stimulate his nerves. His steps became slower and slower, and the footsteps behind him became clearer and clearer. The fear he imagined did not appear.

No, it's not "no", it's "not enough time yet".

Before he even had time to panic, there was a pressure on his shoulders, followed by pain in his ankles, and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably.

"cough……"

The painful coughing sound caused by the short vibration in the chest was quickly pushed back by two knees, one on the left and one on the right.

Two strong men clamped down on his arms, and two more strong men stepped on his knees, forcing him down onto the cold stone bricks. The sticky soil squeezed out from the cracks of the bricks and soon covered the stone bricks.

"With this look, you are the vigilante who has become famous recently?"

The strong man with a pistol on his waist circled around him and asked with interest.

"Oh! What do you want me to say, kid? Do you really think you can do it by being a 'vigilante' in a small town like Fario? How dare you do this in Attica - Bah! Here! Why do you need a half-year-old child to administer justice? Hand it over!"

But Kosmo just stiffened his neck and said nothing.

"It's a bit tough... hit me!"

【good chance! 】

The moment the strong men let go of Kosmo's hands and feet, he flicked his wrist, and a pill-shaped smoke bomb slipped from the hidden pocket in his sleeve. He hooked his index finger to pull out the latch, then turned over and threw it into the air.

"Bang!"

The autonomous short-fuse smoke bomb exploded quickly, and the choking smell of smoke filled the air instantly.

A strong man followed the direction in his memory and kicked "Kos Mo" violently, but obviously everything failed.

Before he could retract his foot, his wrist suddenly hurt.

"ah!"

First the kicking foot, then the standing foot. In an instant, Kosmo broke his hamstring.

Then the young man jumped up suddenly on all fours and pushed the strong man who could not stand to the ground...

"Puff" - "Puff" - "Puff", the blood overflowed onto Kosmo's hands, and the blood splashed onto Kosmo's face. The warm, sticky and slippery feeling woke him up - he had been trying The avoided close combat finally happened.

Without any further hesitation, he cut the strong man's throat with a knife before the others could react, and then rushed out of the smoke, his back gradually blending into the slowly falling night.

【Are you getting rid of it now? 】

In the closed alley, Kosmo breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that there were no more footsteps chasing him.

As the breath fell, the motivation from the surge of adrenaline slowly dissipated, and he could feel the pain in his knuckles caused by excessive force, he could feel the burning in his lungs, and he could feel his waist. The coldness of the wound.

[It’s not far from the stronghold...Forget it, let’s stay here for a while and rest for a while...]

His body fell backwards weakly and fell against the wall that was not cold.

【etc! Why is this wall warm? 】

Kosmo turned around in horror, and when their eyes met, he saw a pair of silver-gray eyes.

Before his mind could react, his body had already made a decision - the bloody knife in his hand drew an arc in mid-air and quickly stabbed the person behind him in the waist and abdomen.

It wasn't until the tip of the knife was about to touch the man's body that he hesitated -

【not good! Maybe he's not a bad guy! 】

But it's too late!

"when!"

Kosmo's eyes followed the broken tip of the knife as it fell to the ground, and then jumped on the ground twice, and then an incredible expression appeared.

Then, his sight was covered by a shadow, which was the big hand of the person in front of him slowly grabbing at him.

He wanted to resist, but he didn't know how to resist, or maybe he just didn't have time yet...

But then his shoulders sank, and he realized that the other party just patted him on the shoulder.

"Hello, Kosmo."