Beautiful and elegant woman

  He didn't even have time to look at the wound, let alone bend down to wipe away the few drops of blood on the ground. He slung his guitar case over his back and quickly leapt down the stairs, taking two steps for every nine floors. Then he turned a corner and took another two steps down nine more floors.

  He knew that the shooter in the abandoned building on the right was also sprinting down to the ground floor, and whoever reached the ground first would gain the upper hand. He had only five floors to go, while his opponent had six, but he had been shot in the shoulder, and every time he jumped from the fourth step to the landing at the turn of the stairs, the muscles in his shoulder felt like they were being torn apart. This was bound to affect his speed, and the guitar case swinging behind him would also affect his balance.

  However, he was fortunate that he did not choose that building as his base, otherwise he would have encountered the opponent head-on. He thought it was the best location for a base, and others must think so too, so their search focus area was in that building. Fortunately, he chose this building next door, and the rooftop garden hid him, causing him not to be discovered earlier.

  It took him ten seconds to get from the fifth floor down to the first, a feat that would normally be effortless for him, but this time left him almost collapsing. The scorching heat, pain and blood loss had drained his strength rapidly, and he even had a premonition that he was going to lose control this time.

  It was only nine steps to the exit, but he didn't continue down. Instead, using the momentum from rushing down from the second floor, his entire body sprang into the air, charging towards the stairwell window between the first and second floors. The seemingly sturdy iron window frame fell with a crash, and together they tumbled into the grass thicket below.

  This was the window frame he had tampered with yesterday, and the welding point between the window frame and the windowsill had been cut off by him. It only took a little force to break in. He was a conservative killer who must leave enough safe retreat for himself. The target's bodyguard would most likely discover his position at the first time and intercept him at the exit. Now, the man in the scope should have arrived at the stairwell.

  This is a very old house, the staircase exit is in the direction of the main road, and there is a large iron gate. Let them wait at the door for the target that will not appear.

  Now he fell in a place behind the house, a yard overgrown with weeds and bushes.

  The threat to his life made him temporarily forget the wound on his shoulder, and he quickly ran across the abandoned courtyard. Just as he was crossing over the low wall, another burst of bullets flew past his head.

  In front of him was a small path with dense tree shade. He identified the direction and ran westward.

  Fifty meters later, turn left and turn into another small road, run twenty meters, then turn right and turn onto a secluded road. Then run south along the road for one hundred meters, he confirmed that he had shaken off his tail, so he turned left into a small road, and saw a Honda sedan parked there.

  At this time, he was already sweating profusely and panting heavily.

  He slowed down his pace, walking towards the Honda car, while switching the guitar case to his left shoulder. The guitar case rubbed against the wound, causing the pain to intensify, but it also blocked the wound on his shoulder.

  He gritted his teeth and walked to the Honda, tapping on the window. The driver, who had been sleeping with the radio on, woke up and quickly unlocked the door. He got into the passenger seat. He didn't know if other hitmen liked riding shotgun, but he was used to it - this position allowed him to see everything in front of them and control the driver at any time, making him feel safer.

  "Drive, go to the long-distance bus station." He said in a low voice, not loud but very clear, with an irresistible momentum.

  The man driving looked at him, then at the guitar case on his back, implying that he could put the guitar case in the back seat to avoid affecting the comfort of the ride. But he ignored it, his eyes fixed on the front. The man saw the sweat on his face and turned up the air conditioner a bit, then started the car and headed east.

  The car was found by him today outside the long-distance bus station, where there are always many regular taxis and black taxis waiting for customers. The owner of this Honda is a man in his thirties, who looks a bit shabby, perhaps he used to be an office worker, bought the car when his economic conditions were good, but after losing his job, he had no choice but to use the car to run a taxi.

  He spent 120 yuan, agreed to take him near the city government and wait for an hour before taking him back to the long-distance bus station. The price was not high or low, and the thirty-year-old man readily agreed, apparently he hadn't had business in a long time.

  When he came, he paid half of the car fare and agreed to pay the other half on the way back, so everyone felt at ease.

  Looking at his serious expression, the man did not dare say another word.

  The bullet is still in his body, and every time the car brakes or accelerates, he involuntarily leans back, his shoulder colliding with the guitar case, the pain almost making him faint. He doesn't know how deep the bullet is or how much blood he's lost, now he just hopes to arrive at his destination as soon as possible and get his wound treated in time.

  "Are you hurt?" the driving man suddenly exclaimed.

  He himself was startled and looked down to see that the fresh blood had flowed out of his guitar case.

  "Keep going." he said coldly.

  "I have to take you to the hospital," the man said, actually he was a good citizen, seeing someone covered in blood sitting in his car, he knew things were not normal, so he'd better find a police officer to handle it.

  But he felt two sharp gazes staring at him, and when he turned his head, the two gazes made him shiver.

  The man didn't dare turn the corner to the police booth on the street corner. The man believed that as soon as he turned the corner, those two gazes would pierce through his body.

  Honda car speeding on the empty road, air conditioning is very large, but the man's forehead was sweating.

  Five minutes later, the Honda car stopped outside the long-distance bus station. He put the sixty yuan for the car fare that he had prepared a long time ago under the windshield wiper, gritted his teeth and got out of the Honda car, covering the wound with a guitar case, and walked towards the ticket office.

  He didn't go to buy a ticket, but instead entered the restroom on the other side of the ticket office. After confirming that no one was around, he closed the stall door, opened his guitar case and took out an emergency kit and a set of women's clothes.

  She took off her loose outer garment, revealing a tight-fitting pure cotton undergarment inside. It was surprisingly visible that her chest was high and her waist was slender like a willow tree. Then, with one hand, she pulled off the fake hair on her head, revealing a shoulder-length coffee-colored curly hair. After removing the tight-fitting undergarment and pants stained with fresh blood, a half-naked female body was exposed.

  The wound was between the left shoulder blade and arm, and he didn't know how deep it was. The police would soon find this place, so she could only wipe away the blood around the wound, fumble to pour Yunnan Baiyao powder on the wound, then wrapped a few laps with gauze, immediately changed into women's clothes, put on high heels and wore sunglasses.

  She stuffed the bloody clothes and other things into the guitar case, then walked out of the bathroom. A fashionable girl with sunglasses, carrying a guitar case, appeared in the ticket hall, anyone would think she was a singer.

  She walked straight to the subway station after leaving the ticket office.