Chapter 42: Run!
“Bad dogs!” Wen En reprimanded loudly.
The two stupid dogs whimpered and wagged their tails wildly, as if begging for Wen En’s forgiveness. Unfortunately, Wen En was unmoved. He pointed to the road behind them and said:
“Go back to your kennels! Now! Scram!”
“Whimper, whimper, whimper…”
The two stupid dogs were intimidated by his scolding and could only run away with their tails between their legs.
Watching their backs grow smaller and smaller, from square moving objects to black dots, and finally disappearing from sight, Romeo was completely shocked. No, you can do that?
Xiaoli was also extremely shocked. Wen En, on the other hand, shrugged and said, “I took my dog to dog school training before. I didn’t expect it to be useful here.”
The three of them were not surprised for long. Time waited for no one. They continued to run.
Around the corner not far from Wen En and the others, Red Devil silently watched the two dogs run away with their tails between their legs, like beggars caught stealing, cowardly slipping away from him.
“Come back!”
Red Devil’s eyes widened, like an angry bull, letting out a explosive roar.
“Whimper, whimper, whimper…”
The two stray dogs tucked their tails between their legs and ran even faster.
“Ahhhhhh—”
Red Devil kicked a red container on the side, and a dent immediately appeared on the iron skin.
And the few subordinates behind him pursed their lips, almost laughing out loud. Just now, their boss had used the dogs to mock them. Now, it seemed that these two dogs were not very useful either.
Red Devil couldn’t read minds. He didn’t know, and didn’t care what his subordinates were thinking. But he cared one hundred percent about his own face. Now, these two stupid dogs and this bunch of good-for-nothing subordinates had really made him lose face.
There were only three people on the other side, just three, and all of them were at least moderately injured. Two of them were even in heat, at their most vulnerable moment. On the other hand, his side was a group of well-equipped, healthy Alphas.
This was like a pride of lions fighting a group of mice, and the lions were even bitten.
Red Devil took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He glanced at the dent he had made on the surface of the container and said, “We’ll split up and catch those three stinking rats in one fell swoop.”
“Yes,” play was play, laughter was laughter, but when the boss gave an order, the subordinates still took it seriously. They nodded and, under Red Devil’s command, split up into different paths with their guns. They walked their dogs here every day and knew the road conditions by heart. Soon, one of Red Devil’s subordinates found the tracks of the three “rats.”
“I’ve found them,” the subordinate told Red Devil the location. “They’re nearby.” The subordinate looked up and took a deep breath. He could smell the faint scent of heat pheromones in the air. He licked his lips. The smell made him feel amorous, and his mind immediately started playing a scene that couldn’t be described in detail in JJ Literature City.
But the subordinate was not an impulsive person. He tried his best to retract his own pheromones. He looked down at a certain erect part. He couldn’t control this.
He held his gun, the muzzle pointed forward, and his steps were as light as a lion ambushing its prey. The scent of pheromones grew stronger and stronger, so strong that the subordinate’s nose itched. He didn’t care. He looked ahead, peeked out, and finally saw his target.
A Beta stood tall like a pine tree. An Alpha was beside him, his gaze fixed on the Beta. And behind them, an Omega was sitting on the ground.
The scent of heat pheromones was mostly coming from this Omega. The subordinate swallowed. He felt his little subordinate stirring, and at the same time, the polyps in his nose were also moving.
He couldn’t control it and sneezed, “Achoo!” Once was not enough. His nasal cavity itched, and he couldn’t control it again, sneezing several times in a row, “Achoo, achoo, achoo!”
So annoying, is it rhinitis again? It’s all because of this damn slutty Omega, making my rhinitis act up. No, after complaining, the subordinate suddenly felt a chill, as if he was being watched by some dangerous beast. He looked up and saw the three “rats” looking at him with confusion.
Oops, I’ve been discovered.
The subordinate quickly raised his gun, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, the other party was a step faster.
The gunshot sounded briefly and then ended. The subordinate looked at the gun in the Beta’s hand, looked down at the wound on the right side of his chest, and fell to the ground.
The gunshot was like a fuse. The blood flowing from the subordinate’s body was like a liquid accelerant. Under their combined effect, a war was ignited.
Wen En and his group quickly hid behind the nearest container, using it as cover to shoot at Red Devil’s other subordinates. Several people were shot and fell to the ground. Red Devil was luckier and dodged the bullets.
The flame of revenge burned in Red Devil’s heart. He shouted at the top of his lungs, “Kill them! Kill them!”
The moment he finished speaking, a dense barrage of gunfire, like a category 14 hurricane with a torrential downpour, rained down on the container, making a rattling sound, almost blowing the fragile iron skin away. From time to time, a few shrapnel pierced through the container’s outer skin, but fortunately, they didn’t cause any harm to Wen En and the others.
“This place won’t hold for long,” Wen En said loudly. “We have to get out of here.”
The other two nodded. But in such a hail of bullets, if they rashly ran out, they would definitely be turned into sieves.
Wen En thought for a few seconds and came up with a strategy.
“How many bullets do you have left in your gun?” Wen En asked Romeo.
“Three. I just fired five,” Romeo said, as if asking for credit. “Five of them are dead.”
Good.
Wen En had just killed six people and now had only one bullet left.
“Let me borrow your bullets,” Wen En said.
Taking the gun from Romeo’s hand, Wen En removed the magazine and loaded the bullets into his own gun. Now he had four bullets.
“When I say run, you take Xiaoli and rush out,” Wen En said.
“No,” Romeo grabbed Wen En’s hand and said with concern, “Didn’t we agree to escape from here together?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Wen En said. “I’m very experienced in this kind of thing. I promise you I won’t get hurt.”
With that, a stray bullet hit the ground by Wen En’s foot.
“In this situation, how do you expect me to believe you?” Romeo was dissatisfied.
“I know, I know.”
Seeing that the container was about to be riddled with bullets, and Romeo was still torn about this and that, Wen En patted Romeo’s shoulder and said, “Hey, baby, be good.”
“What did you call me?” Romeo said in shock.
“That’s not important. The important thing is…” before he could finish, Wen En suddenly grabbed Romeo’s shoulders. The next moment, his kiss lightly landed on Romeo’s mouth.
“…”
Romeo’s eyes widened, and his eyeballs were about to fall out. His ears also turned completely red.
“Remember what I said. When you hear the word ‘run’, you have to move, understand?”
“…” Romeo nodded silently. His red neck was another response.
Xiaoli, on the side: o(╯□╰)o
They can still kiss at a time like this?
Xiaoli was speechless.
Are they the ones in heat?
“Very good,” Wen En smiled, revealing his white, neat teeth.
After stabilizing Romeo, Wen En leaned against the corner of the container, took the empty gun, and threw it outside. Soon, the other side noticed the sound of the gun falling to the ground. Without thinking, they fired wildly at the gun on the ground.
The gun, made of high-hardness refined metal, could not withstand the hail of bullets. Soon, the gun was turned into a pile of scrap metal.
But Red Devil keenly sensed that something was wrong. He made a gesture, signaling his subordinates to stop attacking. He wanted to see what other tricks Wen En had up his sleeve.
“My gun is out of bullets,” Wen En shouted to Red Devil’s side. “See? The gun is out of bullets!”
“Boss, this…” The subordinate looked at Red Devil, waiting for his order.
“Do you believe him?” Red Devil’s lips twitched as he asked the subordinate.
“No,” the subordinate’s forehead was covered in fine sweat. Why do I have a bad feeling?
“Me neither,” Red Devil said.
“Go and pick up that gun,” Red Devil said.
“Me?” the subordinate pointed at his own face in disbelief. He could imagine with his armpit hair what would happen if he went to pick up that gun.
He would be ambushed by Wen En and have his head blown off by another gun.
“What are you waiting for? Go,” Red Devil’s face darkened as he ordered.
The subordinate swallowed. His heart was beating fast. For a moment, he couldn’t even breathe. He didn’t want to die.
He took heavy steps and walked to within a meter of the dismantled pistol. He just had to take one step forward, but he couldn’t do it, because he didn’t want to die.
He turned his head and looked at Red Devil and the other subordinates. Red Devil had a dark face and was cursing him for being too slow. The gun was right in front of him, why hadn’t he picked it up yet? The other subordinates had a hint of schadenfreude in their expressions, as if they were watching a farce. The life or death of the person in front of them had nothing to do with them.
An unknown anger burned in the subordinate’s heart. He couldn’t understand why he was risking his life for Red Devil.
“What are you dawdling for?” Red Devil roared at the subordinate.
The subordinate looked down at the gun in his hand, and a dangerous idea bloomed in his mind.
The subordinate raised his gun, the muzzle aimed at Red Devil.
Faced with the subordinate’s sudden betrayal, Red Devil was shocked. “What are you doing?”
Red Devil took a few steps back, and the second before the subordinate pulled the trigger, he dodged behind a nearby container.
Now!
The moment he heard the gunshot, Wen En rushed out. He held his gun and fired four shots in a row.
“Run!” Wen En shouted, then rolled to the ground. He quickly got up, and seeing that Romeo and Xiaoli had rushed behind the relatively intact container opposite, he also rushed over.
