105: Chapter 104 What did you say?
I can’t hear clearly 105: Chapter 104 What did you say?
I can’t hear clearly If it weren’t for someone trying to attack Song Yun and her, Li Shishi just wanted to slap Song Yun twice.
What’s the traffic environment like abroad?
And what about the domestic traffic?
Overseas, you might drive for an hour without seeing a soul, whereas at home, you’d be grateful just to avoid a traffic jam.
When Song Yun said this, he lit a cigarette.
The scent of nicotine helped him stay calm.
After taking a deep drag and throwing the cigarette out of the window, he said, “Hold tight, I’m going to wreck this kid’s car and him along with it.”
Song Yun suddenly accelerated again toward the Audi, resulting in another fierce collision.
The Audi’s body was getting more damaged, and the rear door, hit by Song Yun, was now dragging on the ground, sparking a trail of fire.
Looking at Song Yun’s car, aside from some minor scratches on the front, it was as good as new.
Song Yun dared to keep ramming because there was a reason: his vehicle had been previously damaged and repaired at a body shop, he tried Li Shishi’s car but didn’t like it, so he requisitioned another car from the secret department, which Tom was pretty cool about.
Having one of the world’s top professionals borrow a car, even if it was never returned, was something to brag about at the annual meeting.
This car had quite a background—it was modified by the most skilled person under Tom’s command.
To ensure the sturdiness of the vehicle, important parts like the doors and the front were made from aircraft-carrier-grade metal, and even the windows were tempered glass.
They could withstand impacts but not multiple hits; however, they could still effectively protect the driver and passengers.
The interior features of the car were also handpicked by Tom or custom-made by the military.
Tom originally intended to drive the car himself, but Song Yun, like a robber, took it instead, and Tom decided to treat this as a favor.
The car had cost over four million, and although it wasn’t rocket-proof, it could handle pretty much anything else.
This was why the glass only massively cracked when that person shot at Song Yun multiple times without penetrating it.
“You’re such a failure as a bodyguard, you couldn’t even take out the driver.
When we get back, I’m definitely asking Boss Xiang for a new partner,” yelled the Audi driver angrily.
“Shut up, Mad Dog, that guy’s car is obviously customized.
If we keep ramming it, we’ll die first,” the man known as Bodyguard just finished speaking when he felt another strong impact.
The Audi was getting more and more wrecked, but Song Yun was enjoying it more and more.
If Li Shishi hadn’t been suppressing her urge to scold him, she’d have sprayed his face by now.
But in this critical moment of life and death, she dared not distract Song Yun.
“Ratatatat!”
That was the sound of a submachine gun.
Hearing this, Song Yun violently turned the steering wheel to dodge the incoming attack, not wanting to test how many bullets the nearly shattered glass could withstand.
The continuous dodging and countering, along with intense concentration, made Song Yun’s bandaged wounds start to deteriorate.
His fresh blood slowly seeped from beneath the bandage, draining along his scarred chest down to his pants.
Li Shishi bit her lip and gently pressed her small hand against his wound, saying, “Your wound has split open.
Let’s not tangle with them anymore and head home quickly.”
“Damn it, if I were in good shape, I’d have already killed them all,” snarled Song Yun.
“Can you use a gun?”
Li Shishi blinked and proactively took out the Desert Eagle from Song Yun’s chest, opened the car window, and said, “You think I spent all those years abroad for nothing?
I know a bit about guns.”
Bang bang!!
After firing two bullets, the Desert Eagle fell silent.
Song Yun glanced at Li Shishi and saw that her hands were bleeding, bruised from the gun’s powerful recoil.
Song Yun reached out his right hand, tore off his own shirt, and handed a piece to Li Shishi, saying soothingly, “Wrap this around yourself for now.
I was negligent about this; the gun was modified to have a strong recoil.
Now, give me the gun and just sit tight.”
“No,” said Li Shishi, biting the cloth and tying a knot with her teeth, her eyes resolute.
“I’m your woman, and I must do something for you.
Besides, it’s not just you involved here; it’s both of us in this car.”
Before she could finish, Song Yun covered her mouth with his hand, tenderly pushing her head against his shoulder.
“Sweetheart, give me the gun.
Look at your hands, they’re already injured.
Your hands are so soft and fair, what will we do if it leaves a scar?
Even if you don’t care, I do.
Now, give me the gun and be my supportive lady.
Leave the showing off to me.”
Li Shishi hesitated, then placed the gun into Song Yun’s palm and shyly kissed his cheek.
Song Yun scoffed, “Just for that kiss, I can’t let you get hurt.” He then rolled down the window, stretched the Desert Eagle out, and fired several shots at the rear tires of the Audi ahead.
The Audi flipped over, crashing into a roadside ditch.
Without slowing down or stopping, Song Yun drove even more furiously forward.
Only then did Li Shishi exhale softly.
When she glanced in the rear-view mirror, she could only see the Audi on fire, with consecutive explosions sounding in the distance.
“Song Yun, it’s safe now—let’s slow down,” said Li Shishi.
Song Yun shook his head.
“No, in case they have someone hidden around here.
Slowing down would only hasten our demise.”
“Are you alright?” Song Yun grabbed Li Shishi’s small hand and examined her wound.
“I’m fine, but your condition is worrying.
We need to get to a hospital fast,” said Li Shishi urgently.
“If I hadn’t brought you here, none of this would have happened.” Her mood dropped as she spoke.
Song Yun caressed Li Shishi’s soft, jade-like cheek, smiling.
“If I can marry such a beautiful woman in the future, I’d be too happy to blame you for such a trivial matter.”
“Blah, then you have the guts to marry only me in the future,” Li Shishi pouted discontentedly.
“You’re a heartbreaker, a bad guy who bullies women.
Be honest, are you seeing other women?”
“What did you say?” Song Yun pretended to be deaf, frowning.
“I can’t hear you.”