People Found Out About The Base I Built On the Moon-Chapter 856 - : The Battle (2)
Chapter 856: The Battle (2)
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Very good!”
The bald leader smiled and said,”In that case, let’s play a game…”
“I’ll give you one minute to escape. They…”
The bald leader turned his head and looked at the soldiers and thugs who were controlling the vehicles. He counted and said, “There are six of them chasing after you. If you survive, I’ll let you go and invite you to be my team leader.”
Zhao Yu’s brain was working rapidly. He was trying to determine how credible the bald leader’s words were.
A moment later, he felt relieved.
He let go of Old Yu.
Just as Old Yu had said, even their boss had to greet such a person with a smile. Why would he care about Old Yu’s life?
After all, he had even killed his own team leader, let alone Old Yu!
” Alright!” Zhao Yu pointed the gun down and nodded.” I’m playing this game!”
As Zhao Yu let go, Old Yu collapsed to the ground like a pig in a slaughterhouse, waiting to be slaughtered.
“Very good!”
The bald leader nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the adjutant.” What are you waiting for? Time it!”
The adjutant quickly raised his watch.
“Can I start to run now?!” Zhao Yu asked.
“Of course, the game has already begun!”
Seeing this, Zhao Yu didn’t hesitate and turned to sprint into the jungle behind him.
As he ran, he felt a sense of unease, unsure if they would shoot him as he fled.
After all, many movies depicted this scenario, where the prey is given a sliver of hope only to be fatally struck in the end.
“Why is this happening?”
Zhao Yu’s heart was filled with anguish, the feeling of his fate being out of his control, relying solely on someone else’s word.
Following this was an overwhelming sense of helplessness. This wasn’t a gamble, but a psychological game the other was playing with him.
Why?!
A profound anger surged from deep within Zhao Yu’s soul. Why did they get to decide others’ lives so arbitrarily?!
If…
“If I can survive…”
“I never want this again!”
Lost in these chaotic thoughts, Zhao Yu ran through the woods and glanced back, unable to see his pursuers.
This meant the bald-headed leader truly treated him like a plaything, using his life as a mere bet in a game.
Behind him, the bald-headed leader looked at the six thugs and said indifferently, “You heard me. Your minute is up. Go hunt him down…”
“Either bring back his corpse, or you die. Understood?!”
The six thugs immediately showed their excitement, hurriedly promising to bring back Zhao Yu’s body.
To them, the leader’s words meant that if they killed Zhao Yu, their previous misdeeds would be forgiven.
The six quickly prepared their gear, tightened their shoelaces, and looked to the adjutant, waiting for the countdown.
Soon, the minute was up.
“Time’s up!”
At the adjutant’s shout, the six men leapt forward, chasing in the direction Zhao Yu had fled.
Once they were gone, the bald-headed leader glanced at the paralyzed Old Yu on the ground and said calmly, “My lieutenant is dead, and we lost some people. Take him to demand an explanation…”
…
Meanwhile, Zhao Yu kept sprinting in one direction. Even though he confirmed the bald-headed leader’s game was real and his pursuers were only six.
But who knew if they might change their mind?
So, Zhao Yu decided to run as far as he could.
As for directly fleeing to the airport, that thought never even crossed his mind.
Or rather, from the moment they bet on him and placed him in the game, a deep-seated fury ignited within Zhao Yu, making him want to kill.
“If you want to play, then I’ll play along!”
He didn’t intend to let any of those six people go.
From the moment he snatched the handgun from Lao Yu on the bus, Zhao Yu felt an inexplicable sensation. He believed that as long as he wanted to, he could kill any of the thugs, whether on or off the bus, with a single shot.
It was the same feeling he had when he grabbed the gun, an innate instinct that filled him with an inexplicable confidence.
Thus, he wanted to eliminate those six people in a place where the bald leader couldn’t intervene.
While running, Zhao Yu ejected the magazine and checked the bullets. There were seven left.
It was an eight-shot pistol; Lao Yu had fired one earlier to assert dominance.
“Seven bullets, six people, that should be enough…”
“But that’s assuming I’m truly a born sharpshooter…”
With this thought, Zhao Yu lifted his head and scanned his surroundings.
Quickly, he locked onto a red fruit on a tree trunk fifty meters away.
Trusting his instinct, he raised his hand and fired a shot.
“Bang~!”
The red fruit vanished.
A smile crept across Zhao Yu’s lips.
“It really works…”
That peculiar feeling, as if he had been playing with guns for a long time, made it seem like a natural instinct, hitting exactly where he aimed.
Zhao Yu continued running for nearly twenty minutes until he felt a slight discomfort in his lungs, prompting him to slow down and stop.
“I never noticed before, but my stamina seems pretty good, only feeling tired after running for twenty minutes…”
Leaning against a large tree, Zhao Yu panted heavily while looking back in the direction he had come from.
“Here should do, as all of your burial ground…”
He stood still, quietly waiting for the six thugs to arrive.
He believed that with his godlike marksmanship, the moment those six dared to show themselves, they would undoubtedly be killed with a single shot.
Yet, after waiting for three to four minutes without any sign of pursuit, Zhao Yu felt a bit perplexed.
