Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1033 Escape

Fujita Ying took a deep breath and glanced at the excited people around him.

He knew that he had to make a choice immediately - not for the identity of a damn hero, but for his life.

"Everyone!" He suddenly raised his voice, "Reinforcements from the Public Security Bureau will arrive soon. We must evacuate immediately!"

This opening was like turning on some kind of switch. The crowd around him immediately became excited: "Protect Mr. Fujita! Go! Block the police behind us!"

"Split into several groups!" Fujita Ying continued to shout, "Don't take the main road, there must be an ambush there! Go through the alleys and evacuate in different directions!"

Before he finished speaking, several agile young men protected him in the middle. Obviously, the Mitsui group had already prepared an evacuation route.

"Stop them!" Asanogawa's roar came from behind, "We must not let Fujita Ying escape!"

But it was too late. Thousands of people dispersed like a tide, forming a human wall. Even if the security guards opened fire, they didn't know who to aim at. And those well-trained "plainclothes" officers shuttled among the crowd, constantly creating chaos.

"Go this way!" A young man pulled Fujita Ying into the alley.

Under the dim street lights, Fujita Ying saw Kobayashi Tanaka being carefully carried by several people and disappeared in another direction. He knew that all this was part of the other party's plan.

"Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out behind him, but were quickly drowned out by the shouting.

Fujita Ying followed the guide and walked quickly through the alley. He didn't know where he was going, but his instinct for survival told him that this was his only choice. The dungeon of unpolished jade was a real dead end.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Asanogawa stood on a high place, watching Fujita Ying's figure disappear in the intricate streets. He knew that he had not only lost face, but also virtually confirmed Fujita Ying's identity as a "hero".

The streets were still in chaos, but beneath the chaos, a carefully planned rescue operation had come to a successful conclusion.

And Fujita Toru, the chess piece fought over by both sides, finally made his own choice.

Although, this choice was part of other people's calculations from the very beginning.

"Damn them all!" Asanogawa's sanity completely collapsed at this moment. He screamed into the intercom, "Shoot! Shoot! Don't worry about their vital parts, just shoot these rioters!"

"But, sir..." Changhui Yuta's face changed drastically.

"Follow the order!" Asanogawa's eyes were red, "Let them know what the price of resisting the unpolished jade is!"

The gunfire suddenly intensified. This time, the security guards no longer aimed at the legs. The bullets were like the cold god of death, reaping lives.

"Ah!" A flower of blood exploded on a young man's chest. He looked down at his wound in disbelief, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Wu!" Just as his companion was about to help him, he was hit by a bullet in the back of the head, and blood and brain matter spurted out instantly.

"Murder! They are massacring civilians!" Screams of fear rang out one after another.

But the more terrifying thing was yet to come. The roar of armored vehicles came closer and closer, and teams of fully armed soldiers poured into the streets like a tide. They set up heavy machine guns and pointed the black muzzles at the panicked crowd.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Dense rain of bullets swept past, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Heavy machine guns ruthlessly harvested lives, bullets indiscriminately tore flesh and blood, and the streets suddenly turned into a living hell.

“Help! Run! They’re crazy!”

Screams, cries, and cries for help intertwined. Blood flowed on the street, dyeing the ground a glaring red. Broken limbs and fallen bodies were everywhere.

Some people tried to escape, but the machine gun had a wide range. A hail of bullets swept through, and more than a dozen people fell at the same time. Some people hid behind cars, but were riddled with bullets. Some even knelt down and begged for mercy, but were mercilessly shot into sieves.

"No..." Changhui Yongtai looked at this hellish scene, his face pale, "This is not repression, this is a massacre..."

Asano Gawa showed a ferocious smile: "Let them know the price of resistance! Let the whole of Kyoto know the consequences of going against the unpolished jade!"

Under the moonlight, blood dyed the streets red. Gunshots, screams, and cries echoed in the night sky. This night was destined to become the darkest memory of Kyoto.

The source of all this, Fujita Ying, has now disappeared into the darkness. He would not know that his escape would actually trigger such a tragic massacre.

"Hurry! This way!" A young man supported Fujita Ying and walked quickly through the dark alley.

The dense gunfire behind him made Fujita Ying shudder. He dragged his wounded body and fled forward like a frightened bird. Every step he took caused severe pain from his wounds, but he did not dare to stop or look back.

“Mr. Fujita, hold on a little longer!” Another young man raised his left arm. “The safe house is just ahead!”

After turning several corners and passing through several alleys covered with weeds, they finally arrived in front of an ancient house. The door opened silently, and several people quickly helped Fujita Ying in.

"We're finally here..." Fujita Ying collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Mr. Fujita!" Several young men immediately got busy, "Quick! Bring the medicine box! Boil water! Prepare clean clothes!"

A young man wearing glasses squatted in front of Fujita Ying and carefully cleaned his wounds. Seeing the scars left on him by the unpolished jade, the young man's eyes were red: "They... How could they do this to you..."

"I'll go make some medicine!" A girl brought a bowl of steaming hot tea. "It's for pain relief!"

Fujita Ying felt mixed emotions as he looked at the young faces busying around in front of him.

Once upon a time, Fujita Ying was a notorious figure in Kyoto. Relying on his family's power, he was tyrannical and did all kinds of evil. When people saw him on the street, they would take a detour.

But now...

"Mr. Fujita, please eat something first." A bowl of hot noodles was brought to him, exuding an enticing aroma.

"You are our hero!" The young people's eyes sparkled with admiration, "You have endured so much suffering to reveal the truth..."

Fujita Ying's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly. He wanted to say that he was not a hero, and that all this was a huge misunderstanding. But looking at these sincere eyes, he suddenly couldn't say it.

"This wound needs to be sutured." The young man with glasses said softly, "It may be a little painful..."

Fujita Ying smiled bitterly and nodded. He had long been accustomed to the pain in his body, but he didn't know how to deal with the complicated feelings in his heart.

He, a dandy who was once despised by everyone, has now transformed himself into a hero admired by everyone. The script was so absurd that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

The gunshots outside the window continued, but in this secret house, Fujita Ying felt the long-lost warmth for the first time.

But in this warmth, there is also a bit of inexplicable bitterness.