Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 48.020. Speed ​​of Life and Death

"Are you immortal?!" Fujiwara Chizuru shouted.

"None of your business!" Yan Wuxun said, raising his head and puffing out his chest.

"Then let's go and hold them off!" the policewoman shouted, disregarding her image.

No sooner had he finished speaking than, while the car was traveling at high speed, a loud bang came from behind, and the road surface cracked open.

"Ah!" Yan Wuxun was so frightened that he tried to crawl down, but he was held tightly by the safety belt he had tied.

As the werewolf charged, Yan Wuxun turned around and met the crimson eyes in the darkness.

Before it even hit the ground, it had already lost most of its speed. Before it could even raise its hand, the car lurched forward again, spraying a cloud of exhaust fumes in its face.

"Ah! Drive faster!"

Yan Wuxun frantically pounded on Fujiwara's cushion and shouted, "That thing is catching up!"

"Here's a gun, shoot it!" Fujiwara shouted, taking out a shiny black tungsten metal from his coat at the waist.

"Easier said than done! You try it!"

Yan Wuxun's tears welled up in his eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe them haphazardly on the stubble.

Fujiwara glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "There's a lot of traffic ahead. If you can't stop it, we'll all die."

"Dore ah!" (Translation omitted)

"You're not from Minzhou? How come you can speak Cantonese?"

Fujiwara Chizuru asked, seemingly out of place.

"Hey, who cares about this at a time like this! Just focus on driving!"

Yan Wuxun couldn't help but roar as he unbuckled his seatbelt, saying, "I don't have to pay for this car window, do I?"

"Please!"

She quickly pressed a button on her phone, and the Bluetooth on her ear beeped.

"Aaaaaah!" The man tugged at his scalp, flinging out a head full of dandruff, like a proud lion.

"Come on, you bastards!" Yan Wuxun climbed out of the car window again. The rapidly changing neon lights were a bit dazzling, and his swaying body looked like noodles hanging on the car window, making his head spin a little.

He gritted his teeth and roared, "Die!"

"Roar!"

The werewolf's closest launch resulted in rubble from the crater hitting Yan Wuxun in the face.

The car sped forward, and the werewolf's shadow disappeared on the horizon behind it.

"This road is uneven!"

Yan Wuxun glanced at it for a long time, then said something with a dejected look on his face.

Fujiwara Chizuru ignored him; the call connected on her end.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

On the other end of the phone came Ling's carefree greeting.

Occasionally, there were also bursts of explosions and screams from the crowd.

"You work for that film company, right?"

"Hey, hey." (Whoosh—bang—)

Ling's tone was leisurely.

"The monster is chasing us. I'm going at full speed now. If we're not careful, you'll just be collecting our corpses!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the rear of the car was violently struck, the tires slipped, and the people inside the car were jolted to the side, their shoulders aching from the impact.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, spun it sharply, gritted her teeth, and stepped on the gas. The red indicator light flickered to the right again.

The black Toyota, transformed into a ferocious beast, charged forward with each gear like a determined climber, rampaging and crashing against the monster on the highway.

"Oh dear, I can't just sit idly by and ignore this beautiful lady's cry for help."

You could hear Ling raising her eyebrows even through the phone.

"I'll come pick you up after I've settled this little bundle here."

The girl smiled sweetly.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an explosion, a cracking sound, and the rustling of sand all erupted from the other end of the phone.

Like firecrackers being lit one after another.

(Buzz—Bang—Boom—)

Until the sound faded away.

Chizuru Fujiwara hung up the phone.

Yan Wuxun couldn't understand what they were saying, but he encountered a problem: "Hey, why can't this gun be fired!"

Fujiwara Chizuru frowned and patiently called out, "You didn't pull the safety pin!"

She paused, then added, "There's no need for half a person to crawl out; just stick your head out and reach your hand!"

"Grass!"

Yan Wuxun launched into a tirade of curses.

As the werewolf leaped and bounded across the car, he accidentally shattered a windshield, his heel sinking into the car. The driver panicked, and the entire car suddenly began to spin, disrupting traffic. Cars from all directions swirled around the intersection, creating a massive steel vortex.

All the cars were crooked and bumped together, red, green, black and white cars jostling each other, and the sounds of metal colliding echoed one after another.

Fujiwara Chizuru hardened her heart, and charged diagonally through the vegetation into the non-motorized vehicle lane, bypassing the paralyzed intersection, and savagely broke through from the other side.

Yan Wuxun spat out the leaf from his mouth and shouted, "How dare you drive like that? My boss is still outside!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the outstretched branch slapped him back into the car.

A sharp screech of brakes rang out, and the powerful inertia threw him forward, slamming him against Fujiwara's backrest. The policewoman in her seat was also thrown forward, only to be pulled back by her seatbelt. (The driver's seat in Ward 16 is on the right.)

The shrubs and branches in front are intertwined and tangled, forming a dense network of trees.

The vegetation meandered upwards, and Fujiwara Chizuru held her breath, her eyes sharp.

Pressing the accelerator, it charged like a trapped beast, breaking through the net.

The lush foliage blocked the view outside the car, and the cat scurried around inside the roof.

"Help!"

"What are you yelling about, Bean!" Yan Wuxun scolded.

"I do not have it!"

The boy gripped the handrail on the roof of the car, his voice distinctly different from the former's childish tone.

Yan Wuxun turned his head, and the cat looked at him pitifully, its head drooping, burying its face in its hands on the seat, curled up in a ball.

"Meow. (Help!)"

Fujiwara Chizuru also noticed the cat's unusual behavior, but she had no time to pay attention to it in the current situation: "It's catching up!"

The blue-faced werewolf used all four legs to run wildly out from between the cars, overturning vehicles in its path.

Bean turned her head, and the streetlights, neon lights, and LED lights beside her shattered one after another with a "crack, crack," and various electrical appliances in the houses along the way also exploded, plunging into darkness in an instant. On the building wall, the claws of a giant lizard were like suction cups, firmly attached to the wall of the high-rise building, moving slithering away, occasionally spewing lightning from its mouth in the dark night, as bright as a tide, forcing Fujiwara Chizuru to spin around in a hurry.

"Your dad's going to fight you to the death!"

Yan Wuxun roared and finally pulled the safety bolt. He turned around, raised his hand and gun, and just as he stretched his hand out of the window, the werewolf bit off his hand and gun with its gaping maw.

The torn cuff revealed red flesh, and the entire person's arm and shoulder were pulled out, being buffeted by the cold wind in the rapidly surging airflow.

"Aaaaaah!" Yan Wuxun screamed for a few seconds, only to find that his hand was completely healed.

Fortunately, the werewolf bit him, thinking he had hit him, and pulled hard, which slowed down his running speed.

His eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new continent, and he was suddenly filled with courage.

"I'm an expert at walking dogs!"

A howling wind rushed into the car, the windows were already shattered, but Yan Wuxun remained calm, reached out the window and waved, "Little puppy, come eat a bone!"

After saying that, he even adjusted his gaze, trying to stick his head out and look directly at the danger.

As soon as it turned around, the blue-faced werewolf pounced and bit, this time on the shoulder. The bite was quite large, and the werewolf even had the strength to reach out and pinch the flesh next to the shoulder blade.

With a forceful tug, the ragged man was scraped against the shattered glass, his torn pants and wrinkled sneakers dragged out of the window by the werewolf.

The two wrestled and disappeared into the darkness.

Start collecting new materials~

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(End of this chapter)