Chapter 127 Life and Death, 300 Feet
"Don't wait for Matthew. He's stuck," shouted one of the Anderson brothers covering the rear. "We can't save him, run!"
"Fuck," Andrew's head heated up, and he turned to go back.
"Come back."
Alexander turned and shouted from the front. "It's no use going. Come back."
The Anderson brothers rushed up, grabbed Andrew without saying a word, and ran forward.
Seconds later, the group reached a fork in the road. Chris looked around, unsure of the terrain, and shouted, "Left, there's a mountain that way. Run that way."
"Go, go."
The people behind echoed, and the group dashed into the left fork.
Running wildly, Alexander looked up and saw the foot of the mountain was close, but suddenly froze in place.
Ahead, a 300-foot narrow alley appeared, with the second-floor back walls of boarding houses on the left and a South Supply Area supermarket on the right. They could only run forward, with no chance to climb over the high walls on either side.
"Damn it."
Chris cursed with red eyes, "Even God is helping them."
"We can't go back, just charge forward with our eyes closed," Chris's friend shouted, "Run!"
With that, the group paused briefly before sprinting towards the end of the alley.
In a flash, Chris led the team 100 feet forward when Terry and Raymond arrived with about twenty people, standing at the entrance of the alley, momentarily stunned.
"Here's our chance," Raymond reacted first, waving and shouting, "Ten of you follow me along the wall, and the rest fire down the middle."
Raymond led the charge into the alley, hugging the right wall and running forward.
"Fuck, open fire."
Terry called to the remaining people, stepping towards the left wall. A burly man behind him, worried, grabbed him and said, "Bro, don't go."
"Get off. Don't hold me back."
Terry, with red eyes, shook off his brother and ran forward, shouting, "Shoot."
At the alley entrance, the remaining ten people opened fire down the middle, the gunfire loud and bright.
As the gunfire erupted, two of the Anderson brothers in the middle of the alley were hit, one falling to the ground.
"Someone with a gun hold them off, or no one will get out."
Andrew shouted, turning to shoot.
"Evan."
"Grab him."
Amid the chaotic shouts, an Anderson brother pulled the fallen brother while two of Chris's friends turned to return fire.
"Shoot, rest your guns on the shoulders of the people in front, and fire into the crowd," Raymond shouted, hugging the wall and firing.
With more people and guns, the opposing side's firepower was overwhelming. Chris's friends barely held them off before one was shot in the head, blood splattering on the wall as he fell.
On the left, Terry and others closed the distance quickly under cover of their own gunfire.
With less than 30 feet between them, gunfire erupted from the left, and the Anderson brother who had just been pulled up was shot multiple times, falling to the ground, twitching a few times before going still.
"Fuck, I'm catching the leader," Terry shouted, "Put down your guns, and I'll let you go now."
Ahead, Benjamin looked at the fallen men, pushing Alexander and shouting, "Run forward. I'll cover."
"You can't hold them off."
Alexander grabbed Benjamin's arm. "Going back is certain death. Run forward."
Andrew pushed Benjamin from behind, red-eyed. "If you don't die today, he might die tomorrow. Don't stop. Run forward."
In the middle of the alley, the Anderson brother who was shot hadn't gotten up before Terry and others rushed up.
"Don't move. Drop your gun."
"Hands up."
People on both sides shouted with guns.
"Damn it, getting caught is death, too. No more running." The young man on the ground raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
Close-range firefights were bloody and brutal. Raymond was shot in the left arm, but the young man was hit by over a dozen bullets, eyes wide open, dead.
"Ignore it, keep chasing."
Terry called out, continuing to run forward.
Raymond leaned against the wall, clutching his left arm's wound with his right hand, muttering, "Something's not right."
"What's not right?" a man beside him asked.
"Don't you... don't you find it strange?" Raymond, sweating, asked, "Who saw Tyler?"
Everyone was stunned.
"Yeah, we didn't see Tyler!"
"He definitely wasn't in front, didn't run with Benjamin."
Raymond listened, his face pale, muttering, "Hopefully, he's left in Stardust City by the other side, those uninjured, keep chasing."
After a brief pause, the group continued the chase.
In the 300-foot alley, in less than two minutes, nearly half of Alexander's dozen people were dead.
The foot of the mountain was already in sight, and the group's guns were almost out of ammo. Driven by the will to survive, they charged out of the alley.
As they ran, Alexander's phone rang. He shook his head, his throat feeling like it was tearing, and shouted, "Benjamin, phone, get my phone."
Benjamin reached into Alexander's pocket and pulled out his phone, but the call ended before he could answer.
"What happened, should I call back?" Benjamin asked.
"No need, he saw us." Alexander panted, "Run into the woods. Once we're in the forest, we can live."
"Who saw you?" Andrew asked from behind.
By the roadside of the main road on the right, under a big sign that said South Supply Area wished you a safe trip.;
After a brief stop, two young men in light jackets, wearing breeches and boots, with long bags on their backs, ran towards the foot of the mountain.
In the car, the young man in the passenger seat picked up the radio and asked, "Did you hear the moving gunfire?"
"Gunfire moving at five o'clock position. Based on the initial judgment, the final point is the foot of the mountain," the radio responded briefly, "Straight line, concentrated gunfire, fifteen seconds ago it was a firefight. Now, it's a one-sided chase, the number of people is over 20. But some might be shooting from fixed positions."
"Don't move. Wait," the young man frowned and ordered.
A burst of static came, and the other side responded, "Okay!"
The young man in the car pointed to the right. "Turn off the lights, drive that way."
"The engine makes noise, do we need to get that close?" the driver asked.
"The chasers are disorganized, no real structure." the young man shook his head. "They're probably just some small-time thugs. These guys have no real power, go straight in and hit them from the side."
Meanwhile.
At the alley entrance, Terry, Raymond, and others rushed out, standing by the roadside and shooting upwards.
Gunfire erupted, and Andrew slipped on a stone, falling to the ground with a thud.
Alexander glanced back, reached out, and pulled him without hesitation, dragging him behind a stone.
Bullets flew, Andrew was pulled behind the stone, and Alexander was shot in the back again, blood gushing.
"Alexander!"
Andrew sat up, shaking his head, eyes wide, shouting.
In the car, the young man heard Andrew's shout, immediately picked up the radio, and asked, "Who did he shout for?"
"Alexander."
"Fuck," the young man shouted urgently, "Find the shouting position, quickly."
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