Chapter 19 - 17 : Searching For a Car
On the highway.
Brian was driving a car with bullet holes all over its body, driving quickly on the road. The rearview mirrors on the left and right sides had been completely smashed by the shooting just now. He could only stare at the central rear view of the car. He used the mirror to observe the situation behind the car.
Until he had driven a few hundred meters away, he did not see the figure of a military truck chasing behind him. Although he was very confused in his heart, his nervousness gradually relaxed, and he turned his head to face the figure hiding behind him, and said, "Get up; they didn't catch up."
Sarah's body trembled slightly. She stood up and looked around. When she saw that they were already on the highway, she patted her chest and let out a breath. What happened just now was like a police movie she had watched before. It was really too much for her to bear.
She was a little angry and looked at Brian, who was driving. She was about to scold him, but she found that his face and arms were covered with blood, and she suddenly screamed.
"Are you injured? Were you shot?"
"What?" Hearing Sarah's exclamation, Brian felt something abnormal in his body. After the tension dissipated, he felt a little weak all over his body. Severe pain hit his body. His whole body felt tired, and his condition seemed extremely bad.
The flying glass shards also left many wounds on his body, especially the burning pain coming from the right side of his face, which made him realize that a bullet had just grazed his cheek.
This discovery immediately made him feel frightened, and he realized that he had made an extremely reckless decision just because his brain was hot. If it weren't for his luck, he might have been killed by a bullet that was shot just now. One shot to the head.
"No, I wasn't shot. Let's drive forward first and treat the wounds when we get to a safe place."
Looking at the blood that continued to flow out of the wound, Sarah could only temporarily suppress the anger in her heart, take out a few packs of paper from her backpack, and wipe the wound on the other person's body.