Restart 2008: Start the counterattack by saving the stunning female teacher

Su Yang suddenly lay down, and heard a loud bang, which made a few crows beside the rice field fly up with a cackling sound. Su Yang shook his head, looked at the windshield that was beaten into a spider web, and cursed loudly.

"Horse riding!"

Fortunately it was a shotgun. If it was any other gun, his broken front windshield wouldn't be able to block the bullets!

Even so, the front windshield was already riddled with holes and could not withstand the next shot.

Outside the car window, the motorcyclist who had failed raised his gun again and pointed it at Su Yang.

Su Yang slammed on the accelerator: "Fuck you, if you don't let me live, I won't let you live either!"

In an instant, the roar of the engine made the Audi A6L rush towards the motorcyclist like an arrow. The motorcyclist suddenly pulled the trigger. With a bang, the gunshot rang out, and the scattered steel bullets hit the car window. In an instant, the front windshield was completely shattered.

Two bullets grazed his shoulders, and one of them cut a hole under his ear.

Su Yang was filled with rage, his adrenaline pumping, he stepped on the accelerator and refused to let go. Although the motorcyclist fired a second shot, he was destined to have no chance of avoiding the oncoming car!

Su Yang was filled with anger as he watched the front of the car collide with the motorcycle.

The next second, all the airbags in the car popped out, hitting Su Yang and making him dizzy. The motorcycle that was parked in front of him had already flown far away. The motorcyclist on the motorcycle was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Su Yang shook his head.

The other motorcyclist, seemingly without fear, continued to rush towards the Audi.

Su Yang pushed open the car door and staggered out. There was blood on his shoulder. He was holding a screwdriver in his hand and his face was also covered in blood. Especially after being knocked away by the popped-out airbag, he was even a little dizzy.

If he hadn't used the screwdriver in his hand to poke and deflate the airbag, he would have been stuck in his seat.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Su Yang glared at the remaining motorcyclist.

The motorcyclist took out a shotgun from the black bag at his feet and aimed it at Su Yang.

Su Yang was not afraid at all, he just clenched the screwdriver in his hand!

The motorcyclist's angry eyes seemed to devour him. He slowly approached Su Yang, holding the shotgun in both hands, but always pointing it at Su Yang's head. He was so angry that he wanted to knock Su Yang's head off.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept flowing down Su Yang's forehead.

At such a close distance, if he got shot anywhere on his body, let alone his head, he would bleed profusely and wouldn't be able to make it to the hospital.

"You deserve to die!"

The motorcyclist spoke in a lame voice and glared at Su Yang. His accent was more like that of the north of Greater Khingan Range. In addition, his mountain-like body standing in front of Su Yang was enough to tell that he had fled from Country E to Dongjiang Province.

Su Yang breathed deeply, his chest heaving violently.

"The one who died was your wife?"

The motorcyclist gritted his teeth and said, "NO, she is my sister!"

Su Yang raised his hand and nodded: "Okay, okay, OK, OK, I have money, I have a lot of money, I can give you money, take your sister to the hospital, you let me go, let me go this time, how about it?"

"I promise to get you two out of the country safely!"

The motorcyclist glared at Su Yang: "I—refuse!"

He raised his finger slightly, preparing to pull the trigger. Su Yang's breathing became more and more rapid. He had faced life and death several times. The first time was in his previous life, fifteen years ago, in court. He was almost sentenced to death.

Later, the sentence was changed to fixed-term imprisonment.

The second time was when he was hit by a car, back in 2008!

The third time, right now, the muzzle of the gun was against his head, the twelve millimeter shotgun shell was enough to blow his brains out.

"Go—die!"

The motorcyclist pulled the trigger with his finger, and at the critical moment, Si Yao behind him suddenly pulled his shoulder away. With a bang, a gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew out, brushing against Su Yang's forehead.

Black smoke billowed from the double-barreled shotgun.

Si Yao tried her best to control the motorcyclist, but her strength was too little compared to the motorcyclist.

Almost in an instant, Si Yao was thrown to the ground. Then, the motorcyclist wanted to point the gun at Su Yang again, but found that Su Yang had disappeared.

Just when he wanted to look down, a dark shadow suddenly rushed towards him, and then a cross screwdriver stabbed his throat!

The motorcyclist struggled desperately, trying to pull the screwdriver out, but as he wished, Su Yang pulled the screwdriver out the next second, but then stabbed it in again!

Once, twice, three times!

Every time he stabbed in and pulled out, a stream of blood would splash on his face. Su Yang seemed to be crazy, stabbing him in the neck again and again without stopping!

Su Yang did not stop until the motorcyclist died and could no longer lift the gun in his hand.

Su Yang, with red eyes, seemed to be killing madmen. He stabbed the motorcyclist hundreds of times in a row, almost turning him into a piece of rotten meat.

"Su Yang, Su Yang!"

Si Yao wanted to stop Su Yang, and she didn't know how many times she called out to him before Su Yang finally broke free from the stress reaction of surviving a disaster. He looked at the blood on his hands and then at the motorcyclist lying on the ground.

He swallowed hard and fell to the ground.

In the empty field, there were two people lying, a man covered in blood was sitting, and another person, Si Yao, was standing aside and had been in a daze.

"Su Yang...are you okay?"

Si Yao looked at Su Yang for a long time and did not dare to step forward. Although she had seen life and death before, she had never faced two armed killers chasing her so nakedly.

Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

Si Yao burst into tears: "I was afraid something might happen to you, so I came back to find you when I heard the sound of a motorcycle. Do you know that you almost died just now?"

"If I hadn't rushed over, you would have been dead, you would have been dead!"

As she spoke, she threw herself into Su Yang's arms.

Su Yang wiped the blood off his face and patted Si Yao's shoulder. His nearly white suit was smeared all over with bright red.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine..."

"It's fine……"

Si Yao sobbed, "Who did it? Was it Si Zhen?"

Su Yang sneered. He did not answer or explain. Who else could it be except this bastard? He must have been instructed by Si Ruyun behind the scenes. Susutong Logistics blocked the way of Jieyun Logistics. How could Si Ruyun let him go?

This piece of shit!

He felt in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, but his hand holding the cigarette was shaking from weakness.

Si Yao lay in his arms, and Su Yang was completely relaxed. The two of them sat quietly on the ground, waiting for someone to arrive.

Without noticing, the female motorcyclist who was knocked to the ground hooked her fingers on the double-barreled shotgun that fell to the side, then barely aimed it in the direction of Su Yang and pulled the trigger...