I Can Create Perfect Accidents - Chapter 128 - Injured
In the darkness at the end of the winter.
John was only wearing a hoodie.
Standing in the shadows.
The sound of a motorcycle engine sounded in his ears.
“Hey!” John suddenly shouted.
A young man with dyed yellow hair riding a motorcycle looked up at John.
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John just took a step forward and opened his palm.
He grabbed the young man’s neck tightly.
A moment later.
The yellow-haired young man slumped against the wall.
He started panting heavily.
“Come find our bike at the affiliated hospital of the South Medical University in 20 minutes.” The explosion of an engine sounded and John said in a deep voice.
…
The black motorbike sped along the road.
John appeared in the night, in the eyes of all parties.
Owain City Police Headquarters, surveillance room.
Pairs of eyes looked at the scene in surprise.
At this moment, riding the motorcycle so openly.
This meant that he had completely exposed himself to the guns!
“What happened?” Victor gulped and whispered.
…
In a secret conference room.
Phantoms were projected from around the conference table.
They also noticed John, who was in the middle of the road.
Light laughter sounded from time to time.
“If’s enough as long as he’s still alive… no, as long as he doesn’t die on the spot.” Sitting in the main seat, a voice said.
…
A cold wind blew past.
John pressed the accelerator to the maximum.
He focused on the driving direction calculated in Foresee, constantly adjusting and dodging…
The outline of the affiliated hospital appeared before his eyes.
Pu!
Pu!
Pu!
A high-precision muffled gunshot sounded beside John.
On the surrounding buildings, the gunmen were using their guns to seal off the area at the front and back of John.
John glanced at Foresee, his eyes calm.
There was no way to dodge. He only swiftly turned his body to the side to avoid the fatal spot.
The bullet dug into John’s right chest…
He grunted!
A tearing pain instantly rushed into John’s brain.
Blood stained his gray sweater.
…
“John was shot!”
Owain City Police Headquarters, the gray six-story building.
The young man with dark circles under his eyes stood up and held his breath.
His voice suddenly went higher.
John’s right chest was red.
John’s attention was focused.
The motorcycle beneath him drove through the city.
In front of him was a trajectory of light calculated by Foresee.
Muffled gunshots exploded in his ears.
Pu!
A bullet brushed past the edge of his left arm.
The cuff of his sleeve shattered.
Several streaks of red blood splashed onto John’s cheek.
Another bullet shot out and pierced through John’s thigh muscles.
John’s expression remained fierce as he stepped on the accelerator.
He could already see the main entrance of the hospital.
Pu!
Another bullet that had been aiming for a long time shot toward John’s spine!
John dodged it narrowly.
However, there was a cut on the edge of his neck.
John’s expression looked terrifying and ferocious.
Owain City Police Headquarters, the gray six-story building.
Pairs of eyes that were solemn and silent looked at the screen.
At this moment.
According to the normal procedures.
Cars from the police station were already honking.
Enforcing martial law around the affiliated hospital.
This was John’s most dangerous moment.
As long as John entered the hospital building, he would be safe.
The secret existences testing the official bottom line
definitely couldn’t break the rules openly again.
Even the overlords of the shadow world had to give the officials some respect.
After all, on the surface, the government was still the leader of this world.
Moreover, the officials had enough power to fight against the forces of the shadow world.
In the surveillance room, the supreme commander, Ezreal, retracted his gaze.
“Arrange for a doctor to wait outside the building.” His expression was dignified as he said in a deep voice.
…
In the secret conference room.
Phantoms that were projected in the room looked at the screen.
The greed in their eyes intensified.
“He’s really a treasure.” A solemn and loud voice suddenly sounded.
Owain City Financial Center Building, office on the 37th floor.
Lefran looked at John with hatred.
Every time John was shot, a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.
Yorta’s face was solemn and his brows furrowed.
November 15, 2021, 9.29 PM.
South Medical University’s affiliated hospital.
More and more people noticed the young man riding the motorcycle, covered in blood.
Terrified and frantic discussions kept sounding.
In the corridor.
A tall and muscular figure walked out of the ward.
This was the increasingly frustrated and breathless Galen.
Hearing the commotion in the distance, he placed his hand on the window and looked at the intersection.
His eyes widened.
His brows furrowed tightly.
He was surprised.
Who was the one who risked his life to travel in the rain of bullets?
The fearless person riding the motorcycle gradually approached.
Galen sensed a strong sense of familiarity.
Finally, he focused his gaze and took a closer look.
He recognized John’s figure.
Muffled sounds kept sounding.
Galen’s expression changed drastically.
He looked at the motorcycle and the figure on it in disbelief.
Sorrow and pain appeared in his eyes.
The motorcycle charged straight into the hospital!
There was a loud creaking sound.
The motorcycle slid sideways to the front of the hospital building.
Galen’s entire body was trembling. He rushed to the first floor!
“Ouch!
“Ouch!
“It hurts!”
John followed the steps from Foresee and rolled on the ground.
All the senses around him only gathered such words.
From different places, numerous eyes stared intently at the young man covered in blood.
Pu!
A bullet shot toward John’s heart.
“He dodged it!” In the surveillance room, old detective Bloom said in a deep voice.
John clutched his chest.
His entire body was soaked in blood.
He stood up and staggered into the foyer of the building.
Then, he turned around and glanced behind him.
Shadows were hiding amongst the relatives of the patients in the hospital or hidden in the buildings.
They received an order and receded like the tide.
This was the tacit understanding and balance that had existed between the government and the shadow circles for thousands of years.
“Brother!”
At the staircase, a tall figure slipped and fell heavily to the ground.
He quickly got up.
Galen looked at John, who was under the terrified gaze of the crowd and covered in blood as if he had walked out of purgatory.
Tears welled in Galen’s eyes.
He staggered closer.
His heart ached as he looked at the wounds on John’s body.
The doctor waiting at the door received the order.
He looked at John in shock and disbelief.
“It hurts too much.” He heard John said such words.
“How’s Grandma Susan?” John looked at Galen and asked eagerly.
He didn’t care about the terrifying wounds on his body.
Galen looked hesitant.
John looked away.
“Don’t worry about these wounds for now. Give me an injection to stop the pain or something.” He looked at the doctor and said in a deep voice.
The doctor was about to say something, but then swallowed the words he was about to say.
He quickly took out a bottle of injection fluid from the medical box beside his hand.
Then it pierced into John’s muscles.
Hu!
John bared his teeth.
But gradually, the pain lessened.
“Let’s go!” John said to Galen.
After saying this, he stopped again.
He first looked at himself.
Then he looked at the doctor who was looking at him fearfully and said, “Take off your white coat.”
John put on the doctor’s white coat.
He reached out again and touched his cheek.
The preparations were completed.
John immediately set off.
He strode forward without stopping.
