Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1048 - 1047: Mountain Road Terror (Part 2)

Due to the friction and collision between the car's front and the guardrail, the world before Chu Ge's eyes became tumultuous and unstable. Despite this, he could see the fate of the car amidst the chaotic and trembling scene.That fate was to accompany the ear-piercing sound caused by the guardrail twisting and deforming from the collision, plummet off the cliff, make a loud crash, and then transform into a flame in the night.

However, that was a scene that would inevitably appear if nothing was done.

At this critical moment of life and death, there was no fear, no panic, no regret, no resentment in Chu Ge's eyes. To be precise, there was nothing, just a calmness like the surface of a windless lake, even his brows that had been tightly furrowed earlier were now relaxed.

At the moment of nine deaths and one life, this was not Chu Ge's first experience. He had long since recognized and adhered to one truth: the more critical the moment, the more one needed to remain calm. Although it was difficult, if one wanted to survive, one must strive to achieve this as much as possible.

Now... what else could he do?

In a state where he had almost dismissed all thoughts, within a fraction of a second, Chu Ge suddenly extended his right hand, grabbed Su Yuanke by the collar, and lifted him upwards, then... using a strong force, he fiercely pressed him down towards the seat.

At this moment, Su Yuanke hadn't opened his eyes, and his mind was a jumbled mess. Suddenly, he felt his body rise and fall, followed by a brief but intense shake.

After this sensation lasted for about two seconds, the intense shaking gradually weakened, and a sense of stability that seemed long overdue—although it had only been a few seconds—reappeared.

Yes, it was a sense of stability.

Chu Ge had just used Su Yuanke's body to apply a rightward force to the taxi, which had its center of gravity leaning to the left and was about to crash through the guardrail.

Although Su Yuanke was wearing a seatbelt and Chu Ge couldn't lift him very high, making it difficult to exert force, it was a method worth trying. Doing something was much better than doing nothing.

As a result, Chu Ge succeeded. The force exerted by lifting and pressing Su Yuanke, combined with his previous actions, was like the straw that broke the camel's back, finally allowing the taxi to slide back to the center of the road instead of clinging tightly to the guardrail.

At this point, Su Yuanke finally opened his eyes, holding his waist that had just been jostled so hard, grimacing in pain, and asked, "What happened?"

"Isn't it already obvious?" Chu Ge exhaled, glancing at the rearview mirror. "The people in the car behind want you dead."

"Damn it!" Su Yuanke looked back, and the blurry scene gradually became clear. He couldn't help but swear, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Chu Ge, saying, "Want me dead? Why not you?"

Hearing Su Yuanke say this, Chu Ge almost chuckled out of anger. What kind of person was Su Yuanke? How could he even come up with such a thing to say?

They had just had a close brush with death. If it weren't for him, the two of them, along with the unlucky taxi driver, might have been dead by now. Yet Su Yuanke still had such strong reservations about him?

"How about... I kick you out now? See if they still chase me? Then it would be clear who they really want dead, right?"

Seeing the slight smile on Chu Ge's lips, Su Yuanke was at a loss for words and immediately fell silent.

"Alright, rub that old back of yours and sit tight, the chase... is about to start."

Chu Ge kept his eyes on the rearview mirror while simultaneously quickly shifting gears, pressing the accelerator to the floor.

The Grand Cherokee, which had brushed past them, had already completed its U-turn by now, with the screeching sound of tires skidding on the pavement echoing in the air, filled with the pungent smell of burning rubber. The Grand Cherokee, running at full throttle like a beast under the night sky, roared and chased relentlessly again.

Even though the Hyundai had gained some distance from the Grand Cherokee due to the earlier maneuver, its superior performance, especially its advantage on slope roads, combined with the other party's lightning-fast reaction, meant the gap between the two cars was gradually closing. At this rate, being caught was just a matter of time.

Watching the Grand Cherokee behind them, Chu Ge asked Su Yuanke, "Do you have a gun?"

"I'm just a regular..."

"For God's sake, stop with the nonsense. Do you have a gun or not?"

Halfway through Su Yuanke's sentence, Chu Ge couldn't hold back any longer. This was a dire situation, yet Su Yuanke still had the mind to babble useless words. Was he serious?

After being yelled at by Chu Ge, Su Yuanke promptly said two words, "I don't."

Chu Ge raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "See if there's anything in this car that can be used as a throwing weapon, even a metal lighter will do."

Although he was quite unhappy about being ordered around by Chu Ge, Su Yuanke also knew that this was no time for fuss, so he immediately began searching in the visible area.

Su Yuanke unlocked the glove box and started rummaging, suddenly feeling the car body shake; his head, which had already bumped into who knows how many things, once again banged hard against the right car window with a loud "thud."

"You son of a..."

Su Yuanke couldn't even finish cursing before the rest of his words were swallowed back because Chu Ge suddenly reached out his right hand and pushed his head down forcefully.

His head suddenly sunk, and Su Yuanke was growing increasingly furious, when immediately two sounds arose in quick succession next to his ear—a barely audible soft click followed by a shattering crash.

When he lifted his head again, there was a palm-sized hole in the front windshield of the taxi, cold wind rushing in fiercely, making his hair flutter and his cheeks sting.

Witnessing this, Su Yuanke was momentarily dumbfounded, instinctively widening his eyes, his mouth agape. The cold wind buffeting his cheeks made them tremble, and as he inhaled the icy air, it felt as though he had been punched in the mouth.

Instinctively covering his mouth, Su Yuanke coughed violently twice, then whipped his head back to look, only to see a small hole in the rear glass of the taxi. Even with slower reflexes, he understood it was the result of a bullet's power.

Although Su Yuanke couldn't strictly be considered an ordinary person, this was the first time in his life he had come into such close contact with a deadly weapon like a bullet, and he involuntarily shuddered, feeling a tingling at the scalp, with a chill running from the back of his head all the way to his heels.

Even if he responded more slowly, he already realized that if Chu Ge hadn't pushed his head down just now, the hole wouldn't be confined to just the front and rear car windows; without a doubt, it would have also included his head!

Even though it's quite inappropriate to think of this now, looking at the tiny bullet hole in the rear car window, Su Yuanke couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and think: "So this is what happens when a bullet hits a car window."

While Su Yuanke was full of astonishment, Chu Ge silently noted trouble. The people in that Grand Cherokee indeed had a gun and were masters at using it.

When he noticed the window of the front passenger seat of the Grand Cherokee rolling down, he immediately yanked the steering wheel, causing the taxi to trace an "S" pattern. Nevertheless, the opponent's shot again came perilously close to blowing Su Yuanke's head off.

If moments ago, Chu Ge was still unsure about whom their target was, he now had no doubt—the target was definitely Su Yuanke, not him, or else that shot wouldn't have been aimed directly at Su Yuanke.

The people in that Grand Cherokee were skilled drivers and sharpshooters; they probably weren't lacking in fighting skills either. It seemed Su Yuanke's head was indeed worth a lot, enough to make someone go to such lengths to kill him.

What exactly did this guy do, and who did he offend?

Damn it, I just wanted to find this guy and ask him something, how did I end up getting embroiled in this life and death struggle—this can't be real!

Chu Ge muttered resentfully and helplessly while shifting gears with one hand and rapidly turning the steering wheel with the other, once again narrowly preventing Su Yuanke from meeting his doom. He urgently shouted, "If you don't want to die, snap out of it! Find something quickly!"

Hearing Chu Ge's voice, Su Yuanke was jolted as if hit by a rod; he shivered and snapped back to his senses.

Rummaging around, Su Yuanke found only a handful of items, none of which, in his opinion, were of any use.

A windproof metal lighter, a bottle of perfume, an arm sleeve, a small dumbbell, a U-shaped neck pillow, and a can of Red Bull were all Su Yuanke could find.

"Damn it! You gotta be kidding me! Not even a fruit knife!" Su Yuanke cursed angrily and sadly, keeping his head as low as possible, and shouted to Chu Ge, "Chu Ge, this is everything I could find."

Su Yuanke hugged the few items in his arms, looking almost despairingly at Chu Ge. Although he genuinely didn't believe these things could change their dire situation, he really had made an effort to find them.

Glancing at the items, Chu Ge gave a slight smirk, "Nicely done!"

Hearing those four words, Su Yuanke couldn't help but doubt his ears. Nicely done? What kind of joke is this? Can Chu Ge really get them out of this mess with these few random items that can be found in almost any car?

Impossible, this, this is ridiculous!

Could it be... that Chu Ge had already given up, and was speaking sarcastically?

Thinking this, Su Yuanke was sure it must be true, and his heart sank to the floor.