2024: C2024 It's Still too Late

C2024 It's Still too Late

"It's too late. There are dozens of them..." "Fight back, spread out. ... "" What happened next was like a fast-moving movie.0

This was the first time in Xuanyuan Yov's life that he had experienced such a life and death experience.

The bullet grazed past his ear and pierced into the thick trunk of a tree in front of him. He had no choice but to run forward like a madman.

Thorns tore through his clothes, and the blood on his ear flowed down his neck. His jacket swelled up because of his rapid running. Thanks to this swelling, his clothes were pierced by the bullet, but the bullet only brushed past his skin before piercing into the ground.

The wind kept whistling beside his ears, and the voices of his companions gradually faded away. Xuanyuan Yov did not know where he had run to, his double. His legs were numb, but he still kept running forward as if he was flying.

He could not die. The thought of survival made him explode with all his potential. It was as if he had passed through many turns in the competition. His blood rushed through his meridians, making him tremble with excitement.

The people behind him seemed to be surprised by his speed, so they immediately changed their weapons.

A fire bullet passed through the air. The high temperature of the fire was compressed. Xuanyuan Yov could even feel the temperature behind him.

It was still too late.

He thought in his heart and sighed. In the end, he could not outrun the weapon's speed.

The flames had already stuck to his jacket. In the next second, he could already imagine how charred he was after being engulfed by the flames.

He smiled bitterly. After so many years, he, who loved fashion and pursued trends, was actually unable to maintain his dignity even before his death.

But at this moment, Xuanyuan Yov only felt that his feet were empty, and his entire body fell down. At the same time, the whistling flames brushed past his scalp, and he could even smell the burnt smell.

In the next moment, his fart. He fell to the ground and lost his balance. His whole body flew towards the crack in the canyon.

His speed became faster and faster because of the steep. Xuanyuan Yov could only see that his line of sight seemed to have been placed into a ball, spinning continuously.

Only then did he realize the pain in his body. He felt dizzy, and his whole body was in pain. He tried to grab it with his fingers, but he could not catch anything.

Vaguely, he heard a gunshot from above his head. It should be the person chasing him who went to the crack and used a submachine gun to shoot downwards.

However, the terrain here was already a slanted ravine. Their bullets couldn't penetrate here, so they could only shoot once before giving up.

Finally, Xuanyuan Yov felt as if he had hit something. Under the severe rupture of his internal organs, he did not continue rolling down.

He exchanged two minutes and finally had the strength to slowly prop himself up.

This should also be a dense forest. It was surrounded by trees and thorns. The ground was filled with withered branches and fallen leaves, and there were even the faint cries of insects and birds.

He didn't know if the sun had risen or not, but what he could see was the dense forest around him.

Xuanyuan Yov felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the corners of his mouth, and only then did he realize that there were mottled scars on his hands.

Some were scratched, some were scalded, and it was a horrible sight to behold.

Other than that, his back should have been scalded. Fire. It was spicy and painful, as if there was still fire burning there.

After a gust of wind, he felt better and nodded, but his hair was a little cold. He reached out to touch it and found a piece of black ash.

The hairstyle that he had hired a stylist to design had seemed to have been destroyed, and the top of his head had been destroyed. It was probably similar to the baldy now.

He tugged at the corner of his lips again and laughed self-deprecatingly. However, when he pulled the wound, the corner of his mouth and the side of his face hurt.

He stretched out his hand to touch it. It was a little sticky.

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