Lillian's Melaleuca routine

After a few minutes, Aya realized that she couldn't go on like this.

Because the distance between her and Sonia is gradually getting closer.

Although the performance of the sports car is good, it is obviously not as good as the military car behind them.

Through the rearview mirror, the owner of the gun is also adjusting the position manually, choosing a suitable shooting point.With goggles on his face, he couldn't tell who it was.

Aya has to get rid of them in a short time.

Her nerves were more tense than ever, and she was more energetic than ever.

In the broadcast, after a series of routine nonsense, the host finally dialed the number of the first person.

"Hello? Good evening, are you Mr. Nabokov?"

The person on the phone coughed lightly before finally responding: "Yes, it's me. Good evening. Sir? What's the matter?"

"Sorry, we are a radio station that mainly listens to the troubles of callers. After receiving the letters, we will focus on screening out some letters for callback. And you are the first viewer tonight. Excuse me, Naboko Mr. Husband, do you have any troubles? Maybe we can help you..."

Hearing this, Fyodor finally sat up straight, moved his stiff body, and then turned sideways to look at the situation behind him.

He still looked at ease and calmly, and he had time to straighten his hair facing the car window.

Aya didn't have time to pay attention to Fyodor. She turned her head to look at the situation behind from time to time. Although the speed of the car was almost reaching the limit, she kept trying to step on the accelerator to make the car go faster.

But their route has not deviated from the range of this road, and this straight road has no fork in the road the next day. If they drive like this, getting rid of Sonia and the others is nothing less than a fantasy.

She roughly divided her mind and glanced at the surrounding situation, then took a deep breath and said, "This can't go on like this."

Aya didn't give anyone, including herself, any time to react.

Suddenly, she turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car smashed through the weak railing in the blink of an eye, rolled, and slid straight into the side lane.

At the same time, Aya heard a gunshot, luckily, the first shot went sideways.The car hit the glass, breaking a small hole.

The road is not smooth, there are some uneven potholes accumulated on the ground, and the sound of tires pressing on dead branches is heard from time to time.The sound of the engine starting clumsily corresponds well to Aya's heart-beating state. Her eyes are unblinking, her mind is highly concentrated, and all her emotions are captured by the steering wheel in her hand. She doesn't even sweat a lot. Know.

"To the right," said Fyodor suddenly.

His steady voice didn't fluctuate at all.

For Aya, whose mind was blank, this voice was like the sound of heaven.

She subconsciously did what Fyodor told her to do.

A second bullet also grazed the window, leaving a deep dent in it.

The wheels of the car made a mud mark on the ground, the car rolled violently, and then rushed forward at a terrifying speed.

Under Fyodor's command, they drove into a winding mountain road.

At the same time, on the radio station, this Mr. Nabokov also intermittently began to describe his troubles. It may be the first time he was drawn. He was a little nervous, and his voice was trembling nervously: "I am a member of an administrative agency. Staff, but recently I have encountered some troubles, this is a very private matter, I, I don't know if I should say this here..."

In Aya's mind, only Fyodor's voice was left, and she had nothing to do with these insignificant broadcasts.

"left."

The car passed the railing in a thrilling manner, and they circled the winding mountain road, and the altitude began to climb continuously. From a distance, it seemed like a car race chasing each other.

"Don't worry, just keep driving up the mountain." Fyodor has turned on the computer at this time, and in his computer is the overall terrain scan of the mountain, and the two red dots not far apart are their car. The location and the location of Sonia's car.

"right."

In the flickering flashes, the two red dots moved at a terrifying speed, and their distance was getting closer and closer.

On the radio, under the constant persuasion of the host, Nabokov calmed down a little. He shook his voice, and his tone seemed to be reading a typed draft. For some reason, his tone was always so strange that it made people People feel that he is afraid of something: "I must expose all this, or my conscience will be condemned. Regarding the bombing a few days ago... I can't stay silent anymore. My boss is being persecuted. His name is Ye Vgeny Belekov, he worked for the government, nothing wrong, but he was persecuted a few days ago... he was persecuted and treated inhumanely... I, I..."

"Mr. Nabokov, please calm down!"

On the radio, the conversation is still going on, but this is not their focus at this time.

There are many curves on this winding mountain road, and every turn is like experiencing a drift.In a sense, it is indeed exciting enough.

"Fei Jia, how far are they?" Ling asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry, Lilian." Fyodor still said the same words, and there seemed to be magic in his voice, which strangely eased Aya's unhappy mood at this time, "Believe me, when I tell you to stop , you just stop right away, okay?"

"Now, continue to drive forward." He looked at the computer again and said.

Mixed with his voice, in addition to the continuous sound of bullets making holes in different places in the car, there are also intermittent radio episodes.

"He is responsible for building this amusement park... because he has mastered the core technology, I must tell the truth! I cannot and should not deceive our people!" Nabokov sounded extremely emotional, and he suddenly yelled Panting heavily, these rapid panting sounds can also be heard clearly in the microphone, "Because Belekov's ability can compress everything, but, but, because of his powerful ability... he was envied , he suffered political persecution from the enemy!"

It's a pity that Ling didn't listen to this wonderful interview at all, she didn't even have time to look behind her, her voice broke uncontrollably amidst the teeth-stinging sound of cars rubbing against the ground.

"Fetya! What should we do?"

She saw the ninety-degree angle ahead, where there was only a low layer of railings, only a dozen meters high, not made of any hard material, and it seemed that they couldn't stop anything at all.Behind the railing is a fault with no end in sight.

This is fatal for their current speed.

"Now, start to slow down, very good, keep the current rhythm, but don't brake." Fyodor said, although he didn't say anything special, this calm demeanor comforted Aya very well.

Although this passage is not narrow enough to accommodate only one person, it is not wide enough to allow three cars to pass side by side.

Aya reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Even now that she has consciously slowed down, the current speed is astonishing, and soon, they are getting closer and closer to the intersection.

Aya also looked behind, and Sonia's car was only a few meters away from them.

Then, she saw the black hole-like muzzle, and the owner of the gun was aiming at her.

She looked away, and even though her heartbeat couldn't be faster, she still told herself to calm down, calm down, calm down.

On the radio, Nabokov's voice still continued, and now he was completely like a madman who lost his composure.

"My respected boss, Mr. Belekov, his body was buried... and it was none other than our companions who planned all this, all the suffering, all the sacrifices..." He suddenly choked As if interrupted, after a few seconds he screeched everything, "Yes! It's 'ourselves'! They're going to claim that Yevgeny Belekov planned the bombing, however, That's simply not true..."

In the next second, his voice stopped abruptly as if it had been blocked.

"Hey..." He made a disgusting, trachea-slit sound.After the blood flowed out of his blood vessels and blocked the air, he tried to make a little sound, but all his struggles were futile, and finally he left this world with only one last sentence, "All the truth, just, is hidden in danger. The place……"

He couldn't say anything more.

With a sound of falling to the ground, he died.

"Sir! Sir!"

On the radio, there was a chaotic sound of exclamation. Together with the "call an ambulance" one after another, there were hurried footsteps and screams from the staff. I don't know if it was joy or panic.

At this moment, the distance between them and the car behind was almost parallel, so close that if Aya turned around, she could see them at close range.

They were driving almost side by side, and the surrounding scene was almost blurred.

And Aya just remained motionless, staring straight ahead.

They were getting closer and closer to the fork.

The sniper switched guns, and his muzzle was already aimed at their windows.

"Lillian, brake."

After a long wait, finally, Aya got the desired voice.

Almost as soon as Fyodor's words came, Aya stepped on the brakes.

Even so, their car still slid forward at a terrifying speed for a certain distance, and finally stopped barely a dozen centimeters away from the railing.

As for Sonia's car, although they couldn't stop their pace, they were not thrown out by the inertia. The car went through an unimaginable sliding angle, and finally turned almost 120 degrees to the right, hitting On the rock face, immediately after, a plume of black smoke rose slowly from the car.A large area in front of the car was deflated, showing an irregular shape.

Judging from the condition of the car, even if they were not dead, their situation was not much better.

At least, it is certain that Aya is temporarily out of danger.

She raised her head, closed her eyes and covered her forehead.At this moment, her temples were throbbing. Obviously, her spirit was too tense.

When she finally looked up after a short rest, Fyodor just looked at her in silence and said, "Now, let's go up the mountain."

He reached out and touched her forehead lightly.

"You're doing well, Lillian," he said at last.

The author has something to say: I will continue to write the relationship line in the next chapter.