Chapter 646 - 647: Escape to Heaven
Everyone rushed to the slope, only to see Shui Qingyue and not Song Xiaodong. At this moment, Shui Qingyue was face-up, rushing down the slope rapidly, screams of terror incessantly escaping her lips, clearly terrified to the core.
The man who was originally aiming his gun now lost his target.
However, the expert immediately noticed someone else under Shui Qingyue, and their speed being so fast because they were lying atop a piece of bark, which had become an improvised snowboard. He bellowed furiously, "Cunning little brat," and then leaped down the slope, hoping to catch up using his own movement technique.
But as soon as he landed, before he could muster another jump, he sank into the deep snow, right up to his knees. It was not just about jumping up anymore; even pulling his feet out was extremely difficult. All he could do was to lie on his belly in the snow and roll to free his legs.
By the time he got up, Shui Qingyue had already slid quite a distance away. He tried to pursue with all his might, but his speed in the snow was just too slow. He could only watch helplessly as Song Xiaodong, carrying a hostage, rapidly descended the slope and disappeared, the trees obstructing his view.
Song Xiaodong, taking Shui Qingyue with him, was a decision made out of necessity. If he had gone down the slope alone, he might have been fast, but with the pursuers armed, and with decent marksmanship, he would have turned into a sitting duck. So, before leaping down, he took Shui Qingyue with him, using her as a shield to prevent the pursuers from daring to shoot.
The slope was three to four hundred meters long. When they had slid down more than a hundred meters, they were mostly out of the range of the pursuers’ guns. Song Xiaodong flipped over and pressed Shui Qingyue beneath him, using both hands and feet to adjust their direction. With many large trees up the slope, failing to change their trajectory would mean crashing into a tree and knocking themselves unconscious.
Finally reaching the bottom of the slope, Song Xiaodong did not get up but instead had two dry branches in his hands. With his arms propped against the branches, he leveraged the momentum from the slide to swiftly weave through the trees.
Luckily, the snow here was very thick, covering all bushes and smaller plants. Plus, the thick piece of tree bark was sturdy enough not to worry about being scratched by anything.
Carrying someone obviously slowed him down a bit, but Song Xiaodong really dared not let go of this woman now. All the pursuers were masters, and having a hostage would ensure his safety.