thefictionvixens Chapter 358 Late Night Terror
Chapter 358 Late Night Terror
With the experience of taking things out of the system for the first time, Li Weiguo felt relieved. He did not return immediately, but continued to chew the tempting red apple in his hand and took a leisurely walk in the park.
The park at night is like a sleeping world, so quiet and peaceful that it makes people intoxicated.
The chirping of insects in the grass rises and falls, like a unique concert, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet night.
Li Weiguo enjoyed this moment of tranquility. The sweetness of the apple spread in his mouth. The taste was as wonderful as this rare peaceful time, making him feel particularly comfortable.
Feeling that the time was about right, he headed towards home.
He did not take out the food in advance, thinking that it would not be too late to take it out when he got home.
At this time, the night had completely enveloped the place like a huge black curtain.
It’s not too late at this time, but it’s definitely not too early either. The road is so quiet that it’s a little eerie.
It was pitch black all around, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from the darkness and his own clearly audible footsteps, which were infinitely amplified in the silent night. Every step seemed to be knocking on the empty valley, echoing again and again.
Li Weiguo was no stranger to such nights. After all, he often used the excuse of going out to get food and had long been accustomed to walking alone in the dark.
However, he never expected that a big trouble would be waiting for him tonight.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the hurried and chaotic footsteps ahead.
The sound came from far away in the darkness, rushing towards him like a surging tide.
Li Weiguo's heart tightened, he stopped and looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came from.
In the darkness, a tall figure gradually emerged.
Li Weiguo took a closer look and saw that it was a man about 1.8 meters tall, with a strong body but looking a little disheveled.
He was running towards Li Weiguo at an extremely fast speed, like a cannonball fired from a gun.
The man was getting closer and closer, and Li Weiguo's sharp eyes instantly caught some details. The man was wearing a black coarse cloth mask, which covered his face tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with panic. His eyes were full of fear and determination, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
He was wearing an old, dark jacket that was worn in places, revealing a patched shirt underneath.
He was wearing a pair of black coarse cloth trousers, the cuffs of which were stained with mud, making him look very dirty.
He was holding an old-fashioned suitcase in his hand. The suitcase looked a bit heavy and shook violently as he ran. The iron sheet on the suitcase was rusted in some places, as if telling the years it had gone through.
The man was breathing rapidly, and each exhalation sounded like the heavy sound of an old bellows. The heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent night.
His steps seemed disorganized, but his running strength did not decrease at all. He looked back in panic while running, and kept muttering, "Why can't I get rid of these guys!" as if there were evil ghosts chasing him from behind.
Sure enough, soon after, more footsteps and shouts were heard from behind: "Stop! You can't escape! Our comrades have surrounded this place!" The voice echoed in the silent street, revealing an unquestionable majesty.
Some of them were holding flashlights, and Li Weiguo could clearly see their situation as soon as their figures appeared.
They were a group of public security comrades wearing white uniforms and carrying guns. Although the uniforms were a bit old, they were neat and straight. There were symbols of their identity on the collars and cuffs, which were faintly visible in the night.
Their hats were worn straight, the badges on their hats gleaming in the moonlight, their black leather shoes were polished to a shine, and every step they took was accompanied by a firm strength.
Li Weiguo immediately understood that the person rushing towards him was definitely not a good person.
He instinctively wanted to avoid this trouble and didn't want to get involved in this dispute, so he leaned to the side of the road, hoping that the man would just run past him.
But the opposite happened. The man seemed to be in a panic and rushed straight towards Li Weiguo.
Li Weiguo secretly thought that something was wrong. Just when the man was about to hit him, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to his mind. His body seemed to be out of control. Relying on an inexplicable intuition, he accurately predicted the man's movements, and suddenly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the collision.
At that moment, he felt that his five senses were heightened to an unprecedented level. The air around him seemed to become clear and perceptible. The wind caused by the man's running brushed across his cheeks. He could even smell the nervous sweat odor on the man's body.
However, when the man saw Li Weiguo dodging, he actually took out a shiny knife from his pocket, and the blade flashed coldly in the faint moonlight.
The man's eyes revealed a hint of ferocity and determination. He stared at Li Weiguo fiercely and roared in a low voice: "Boy, be obedient, or I will kill you!"
His voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper, and carried the threat of a desperado.
Li Weiguo was shocked, but strangely, he did not feel too much fear. Instead, at that moment, his senses became more acute.
He could clearly hear the man's slightly rapid heartbeat due to nervousness, see his knife-holding hand trembling slightly, and even predict the direction of his next attack from his eyes.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and every detail was infinitely magnified in Li Weiguo's eyes.
Just as the man was about to stab him with the knife, Li Weiguo once again used his amazing predictive ability to flexibly dodge sideways, and at the same time subconsciously stretched out his hand and chopped at the man's wrist holding the knife.
This series of movements was smooth and seamless, as if he had practiced it countless times.
With a clang, the knife in the man's hand fell to the ground and stabbed right into his own foot.
The man howled in pain. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent night sky, like a wounded beast howling: "Ah! My foot!"
The voice was filled with pain and despair, echoing in the quiet street, creepy.
Li Weiguo was also shocked by this sudden change, but he quickly came to his senses.
At this moment, for some reason, he felt that his whole body was full of strength and his movements became more agile.
He rushed forward at an astonishing speed, as if a gust of wind was blowing past.
While the man was distracted by the pain, he quickly subdued him and pushed him to the ground.
The man struggled desperately under his control, waving his hands non-stop, trying to break free from Li Weiguo's control, cursing non-stop: "You stinky boy, you dare to ruin my business, wait until I get up, you will be in trouble!"
But Li Weiguo was incredibly strong. He held the man down tightly, making him unable to move.
He could feel the struggle in the man's body, the strength transmitted through his arms, but he did not move at all, as steady as a mountain.
At this moment, the public security comrades who were chasing behind also arrived.
Li Weiguo looked up and saw a group of public security comrades holding guns and surrounding him with serious expressions.
Their eyes were full of vigilance, and their guns were all pointed at Li Weiguo.
The black muzzle of the gun flashed a cold metallic luster in the moonlight, which made people shudder.
Li Weiguo's heart tightened and he shouted quickly: "This man has been subdued by me! Don't get excited! I'm just passing by!" His voice trembled a little with nervousness, but was still clear and loud.