novelraw Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Of course, it was impossible for Kamiya Gen to "hit the incoming bullets". According to his calculations, even if he allocated all five skill points he had saved to [Gun Control], he still wouldn't be able to do that.
What he used was a one-time skill he had previously acquired—[Instant Body Control Lv1].
This skill effect, which Kamiya Gen had never been able to find a use for before, suddenly came in handy here.
Using this skill, he barely dodged the bullet and chose to catch it with his shoulder.
As for Kamiya Gen's own gun, he fired it into the air.
Otherwise, Lance would notice something amiss.
As for the loud countdown that followed, it was purely to cover for Muheyou.
It seems to have worked well; she seized the opportunity once again.
Perhaps due to excessive tension, Kamiya Gen felt his vision becoming somewhat unfocused. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Kiha Yuzu had already handcuffed the prisoner.
A sharp pain shot through his right shoulder. He tried to turn his head to look, but he was too weak and collapsed to the ground.
"Kamiya-kun! Are you alright?!"
Muheyou quickly ran over to help him up.
Kamiya Gen shook his head, gritting his teeth as he said, "You still have your phone, right? Contact the police station to come and take me to the hospital... Ouch—don't move! Don't move!"
Muheyou had already pulled off the stockings that had been wrapped around her head, intending to first stop the bleeding for Kamiya Gen:
"I can do it! I've learned it... I remember it all, let me do it..."
"What if you get infected? Who knows if you have athlete's foot?"
Kamiya Gen wanted to reassure her, so he joked, but then noticed that Mokuha Yu was still trembling, as if she had been shot, so he changed his tune, saying, "There's also a risk of cross-infection through blood..."
The socks were already mostly stained red with her own blood, and she couldn't bear to wear them on her shoulders anymore.
However, Muheyou didn't listen to what he said at all and just continued to perform first aid on her own.
"You, you have to bear with it, I need to tighten it..." Muheyou whispered as she finished.
Kamiya Gen nodded, knowing that he couldn't escape it.
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With a sharp pain, a makeshift bandage was wrapped around his arm.
"Take the phone and contact the police station..." Kamiya Gen instructed.
Muheyou snapped out of her daze, nodded repeatedly, and reached into her pocket.
But just as her fingertips touched the edge of her phone, a glance out of the corner of her eye inadvertently swept towards the car door, and her movements froze abruptly. Her voice instantly changed, filled with disbelief and panic:
"Wait... where are the others?"
Kamiya Gen's heart sank, and an ominous premonition instantly surged into his mind.
He turned his head with difficulty to look—Lance, who had been firmly handcuffed to the car door handle, was nowhere to be seen; only a pair of loose handcuffs hung forlornly on the handlebars.
When the evening breeze blew, it swayed gently, making a faint "tinkling" sound that was particularly jarring.
"How is that possible... I made sure he was tightly handcuffed, and the handcuffs weren't broken..."
Mu Heyou pulled out a pistol, ran quickly to the car door, and questioned the woman in the passenger seat:
"Where's that guy? How did he suddenly disappear?"
The latter remained curled up in her seat, too afraid to open her eyes, ever since she heard the gunshot. When confronted with Mu Heyou's questions, she could only shake her head and cry, seemingly still reeling from the tension.
Kamiya Gen gritted his teeth and stepped forward, suppressing the sharp pain in his shoulder. He slowly shook his head and looked at the clump of grass that had clearly sunken in beyond the road:
"It's not your fault. This guy is not simple to begin with. He also knows how to dislocate his shoulder. I was too careless and didn't take precautions beforehand."
Time quietly rewinds to a dozen seconds ago.
At that moment, Muheyou was squatting beside Kamiya Gen, sweating profusely, carefully bandaging his wound with her blood-stained socks.
Kamiya Gen was gripped by excruciating pain, his vision blurred, and he felt utterly exhausted.
Both of them were so focused on the wound on their shoulders that neither noticed what was happening by the car door.
At that moment, Lance, who was handcuffed to the car door, still had a flushed face from suffocation and his chest was still heaving violently, but his hands continued to move.
He slowly rotated his handcuffed right wrist, feeling the handcuffs tighten and loosen, and bit a bloody mark at the corner of his mouth—he knew all too well that this was his only chance to escape.
The next second, Lance exerted force suddenly, and a clear "click" sound came from his wrist, the sound of bones dislocating.
Intense pain instantly swept through his entire arm, making him shudder. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, but he bit his lip tightly, forcibly suppressing the cry of pain that was about to come out, only letting out a faint groan.
His dislocated wrist drooped slightly, and the gap between the misaligned bones allowed the handcuffs to loosen. Using the slight sway of his body, he slid his wrist slightly and pulled his hand out.
He wasn't an idiot; even if there was still one bullet in the pistol not far away, now was not the time to risk his life.
Lance quickly bent down, lowered his body, and, using the car as cover, quietly circled around to the back of the vehicle. After confirming that the two were still unaware, he turned around, climbed over the guardrail, and rolled into the forest.
Back in the present, Kamiya Gen leaned against the ground, the pain in his shoulder growing increasingly intense, cold sweat dripping down his chin, and his vision becoming increasingly blurry.
"His wrist is dislocated, he has difficulty moving, and he has just experienced suffocation, so he can't run far. You should contact the police department immediately and ask them to send an ambulance and also have them send officers to block off all the nearby mountain roads."
Muheyou hummed in response, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone, dialing the wrong number several times due to her nervousness.
She dialed the police station and explained the situation quickly, her voice filled with urgency.
After doing all this, Muheyou picked up the pistol again and said:
"Kamiya-kun, he can't have gone far. You wait here... I'll chase after him, I'm sure I'll find him..."
"You're not allowed to leave," Kamiya Gen said through gritted teeth.
This was what he feared most. After doing so much and even taking a bullet, how could he let Muheyou do something stupid and chase after him again?
That guy is already at his wit's end. Even without a gun, who knows what he might do? He might be even more dangerous than before.
"I have to go..."
"Are you sure he's left? What if he's still hiding somewhere, and you come back and shoot me as soon as you leave? I have no way to fight back now."
Kamiya Gen quickly spoke up, choosing to rephrase the statement.
"But... look at the situation, he must have jumped from here. If he gets close, you should be able to react."
Muheyou pointed to the recessed patch of grass.
"Someone will catch him. I'm not in good shape right now, I have no way to protect myself, and I feel dizzy and lightheaded. I might faint at any moment..."
Seeing that she really wanted to climb over the railing, Kamiya Gen had no choice but to silently activate a skill that he had previously found extremely boring.
[Self-Hypnosis Level 1]
The next second, he fell straight down onto Muheyou.