Ye Wenjie, watch my moves closely.

Chapter 42 Arrest

With his hunting rifle confiscated, Yang Weining had nothing to protect himself. Worried that Evans might leave the town under cover of night, Yang Weining quickly picked up a handy stone from the roadside, put it in his pocket, and hurried toward the guesthouse.

As he expected, Evans and Peterson's place was empty.

But the water in the enamel cup was still hot, so the two of them must not have gone very far.

Yang Weining stood on the large platform of the guesthouse and looked into the distance. He saw two foreigners with different colored hair running wildly to the southwest, more than 200 meters away from him, without even taking their luggage.

Dr. Peterson was getting old and his legs weren't as nimble as Evans's, which forced Evans to turn around and support Peterson.

Back and forth, the two groups did not move very fast.

Yang Weining hurried downstairs and chased after Evans in the direction he had left. When Evans heard the footsteps, he turned around and saw Yang Weining running towards him as if his life depended on it.

He also understood what this Easterner wanted to do. Having obtained the Lord's information, leaving smoothly would certainly not be an easy task.

However, he was not unprepared. He had arranged a jeep to pick him up three days in advance. In order not to attract everyone's attention, he hid the jeep in the bushes at the town's exit.

We are now only 500 meters away from the town's exit.

For Evans, these 500 meters represent the Red Sea in the Bible that prevented people from finding the Promised Land.

What he had to do was, like Moses, part the sea before him and find a new paradise for the lives he needed to protect.

Yang Weining's physical strength was not as good as Evans', who had been wandering for many years. When he caught up with him, Yang Weining felt like his lungs were a balloon filled with air. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take in any more air.

But he was exhausted, his vision was blurry, and he felt like he was about to faint at any moment.

We can't let him escape again!

Yang Weining made up his mind, picked up a stone, and threw it at Evans, but he didn't throw it hard, and the stone didn't fly very fast.

Evans dodged the rubble with a quick movement.

Fortunately, fate intervened. Because of Evans's dodge, Peterson lost his footing and fell into a pothole. Yang Weining clearly saw his ankle bend back at a ninety-degree angle.

Peterson screamed and fell to the ground. Evans tried to help Peterson up, but the doctor's body was heavier than lead, and he couldn't get him up no matter how many times he tried.

In just a short while, the two were so close that they could hear Yang Weining's breathing.

Evans gritted his teeth, wanting to abandon Peterson.

Peterson understood Evans's decision, but for him, falling into the hands of an Easterner meant an unpredictable and unbearable existence.

He grabbed Evans's leg and pleaded, "No, Mike, don't leave me, save me."

Evans cupped Peterson's head in his hands, staring into his eyes, and said, "Doctor, the process of welcoming the Lord will inevitably involve sacrifice. We are giving our lives for a great cause! Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, death is the beginning of a new life! After death, you will return to Heaven, to the embrace of the Lord!"

Peterson's eyes widened, and he muttered, "No, Mike, that's not it!"

Evans caught a glimpse of Yang Weining out of the corner of his eye, and before Peterson could finish speaking, he threw him toward Yang Weining.

Peterson fell to the ground, cursing, "Mike, you beast! You species extremist, don't you fucking forget you're a human being, not an animal!"

Evans didn't even turn his head. Peterson was furious. Back in America, he wasn't like this at all!

"Fine, Evans, you want me to die in your place? Then let's die together!"

Yang Weining was bumped by Peterson and nearly fell. Peterson lay down and caught him, then said, "Mr. Yang, Evans has hidden a Jeep in the bushes outside town. Don't let him get away. That bastard only wants revenge on all of humanity, only wants all of humanity to be buried with his extremist ideology!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Weining felt a surge of strength welling up in his feet, knowing that the fate of all humanity rested on this 500-meter distance.

He forced himself to keep going and chased after Evans's retreating figure.

Evans beat him to it and had already gotten into the jeep.

Turning the key, the Jeep started with a bang. Yang Weining picked up some pebbles, smashed the glass, and reached out to grab Evans' steering wheel.

Evans didn't care about anything else, stepped on the gas, and sped into the bushes with Yang Weining on his back.

He had only one thought in mind: to get this annoying guy out of the car!

The jeep drove recklessly, and the sound of trees breaking echoed through the forest.

Despite breaking one shrub after another, Yang Weining still didn't let go.

Evans hastily raised his elbow and slammed it into Yang Weining's face. The force was so great that Yang saw stars and bled from his mouth and nose, but Yang Weining's hand never let go.

However, the elbow strike was effective. Yang Weining's resistance was not as strong as before, and he could not muster enough strength to grab the steering wheel. He was hanging straight on the jeep.

Evans tried to pry his fingers open and throw him off, but he found that Yang Weining's fingers were as hard as steel and he couldn't bend them no matter what he did.

do not care.

The most important thing right now is to get back to a big city and board a plane back to the United States.

So Evans turned the steering wheel back onto the main road and drove toward the nearest city.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the country road beyond the headlights of the jeep was pitch black.

Evans drove for a while when a car suddenly appeared in the opposite lane.

One, two...

All of them were police cars with flashing red and blue warning lights.

Evans breathed a sigh of relief as the police car passed by.

It seems his decision was absolutely right. Luckily, he escaped the town early, otherwise he might have been detained there like Peterson.

Just as he was feeling relieved, the car lights came on in his rearview mirror, signaling him to pull over.

Ignoring everything else, Evans accelerated and drove forward.

The officer in the driver's seat of the following car picked up the police call device on the center console and asked, "Chief, should we continue the pursuit? Didn't they say the city bureau leaders were coming down? We'll be delaying official business..."

The pager crackled with the county police chief's rant: "He has someone in his car, are you fucking blind? I'm the one going to get yelled at at the scene, what are you worrying about? Go stop him, detain him if he doesn't cooperate! This isn't a TV drama, where did all these random people come from?"

The officer squinted, his gleaming eyes focusing. Sure enough, there was a person hanging from the spot on the car in front, which he had initially mistook for a shadow. His back stiffened, and he shouted into the shortwave radio pager, "Yes, sir!"

The officer put down his pager and floored the accelerator. No one knew the road conditions better than him on this mountain road leading to the county town.

After a few bends, a police car cut in from the side and stopped Evans.

Evans quietly reached into his pocket and grasped the dagger.

He thought, "Someone has to bleed tonight."

In his line of sight, the Eastern police officer who got out of the car gradually approached his driver's seat.

Just as he got close enough to attack, Evans reacted swiftly and pulled the knife from his pocket!

suddenly,

A dark gun barrel was pressed against his head.

"Foreign comrades, do you know that a gun is fast beyond 7 paces, and even faster and more accurate within 7 paces?"