Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 260

    Gunshots exploded in the West Bank.

    From the open church door, the white and vermilion fire in the opposite forest creates a murderous night in the dark woods on the west bank.

     Flintlocks, arquebuses, shotguns, all kinds of gunshots rang out in a mess.

    A chase is taking place just across the bridge from them.

    And the person being hunted down…can be imagined.

    No matter how optimistic they are, they will not believe that the duke castle over there gathers people in the middle of the night to fight rabbits.

    Ban Hang couldn’t sit still.

    However, just as he moved his legs, he heard Jiang Fang say, “Don’t move.”

    Ban Hang’s heart is burning: “but it must be them over there—”

    How can he sit still when he thinks that his teammates are being surrounded and strangled as prey?

    Not to mention, his girlfriend…

    Jiang Fang glanced at him calmly, with absolute indifference and rationality in his eyes: “Are you going out to cross the bridge?”

    Ban Hang was at a loss for words, and his blood gradually cooled.

    Rule.

    Rule again.

    The rules require them not to cross the bridge.

    The rules suppressed the two leaders with the strongest comprehensive strength in the West Bank.

    The rules are to see their brothers and sisters die before their eyes.

    The rules are forcing them… breaking the rules.

    The fangs are gradually exposed.

    He faintly sensed the maliciousness behind this copy, but he still couldn’t ignore the **** thing that happened like this.

    He gritted his teeth and said: “We…can meet at the bridge…in case they escape to us—”

    “If they were smarter, they should flee down the town. Our side is a dead end.” Jiang Fang said.

    Ban Hang’s voice suddenly rose: “But what if the way down the mountain is blocked?!”

    Jiang Fang rationally gave two choices: “Then, they will either be arrested or forced to cross the bridge.”

    Song Haining clung to the clothes on his knees and buried his head, his voice trembling with pain: “…Then, can we just watch? Can’t help?”

    “I want to see.” Jiang Fang got up and walked out, “But you can’t.”

    Nan Zhou followed behind him consciously, pointed at Guan Junliang who was unconscious, and instructed the other two: “Take care of him.”

    Jiang Fang didn’t look back: “You stay too.”

    Nan Zhou: “I can’t let you alone…”

    Jiang Fang turned around decisively, poked his index finger on his chest, and ordered, “You stay!”

    …This is the first time Jiang Fang used an order to Nanzhou.

    Nan Zhou sensed something in his expression and stopped.

    Although there is no evidence, Nan Zhou intuitively believes that it may be more appropriate to stay here than to follow him.

    He just habitually…don’t want Jiang Fang to be alone.

    Watching Jiang Fang stride out of the church, Nan Zhou took a few steps backwards, but bumped into someone.

    He turned around.

    Ban Hang stood behind him with red eyes.

    He grabbed the corner of Nanzhou’s clothes pleadingly: “Brother Nan, please, go with the boss.”

    Nan Zhou looked at him: “I want to take care of you.”

    Ban Hang suppressed his excitement, so much so that his expression turned upside down: “the two of us are here, and we can still take care of each other. If the devil attacks the boss, he will be alone…”

    Nan Zhou said: “But Brother Guan is in a coma now, it’s dangerous to keep the two of you here.”

    “No…” Ban Hang muttered frantically, “I will take care of Hai Ning and Brother Guan.”

    Nan Zhou tried to comfort him: “Brother Fang is right, the fewer people go, the better. There are guns on the opposite side, the more people go, the bigger the target, don’t worry too much…”

    However, the more Nan Zhou persuaded, the more pale and ugly Ban Hang’s face became.

    “…Please, Nange, go.”

    Ban Hang’s throat was hoarse, his body trembled with pain, and he even bent down.

    He trembled and said softly: “Even if someone wants to come over, the boss… will definitely give up on them…”

    “The rules clearly say not to cross the bridge, but what if they escape to the bridge?”

    “In order not to break the rules, the boss will definitely—”

    Song Haining pulled Ban Hang from behind and stopped him softly: “Hey…don’t talk…”

    Only, from the look in her eyes, Nan Zhou found that she might agree with what Jiang Fang said.

    Nan Zhou looked down at the wrinkled clothes on the chest by Ban Hang: “…will it be useful if I go?”

    “With you here, you might come up with a better way.”

    Ban Hang hissed: “With you… the boss will be a lot restrained.”

    He repeated gently: “…Brother Nan, he is willing to restrain himself for you.”

    …

    The night is like water.

    The fog washed away all the clear outlines and corners, leaving only a chaotic afterimage.

    The forest on the opposite side melted wetly in the fog, creating a dark scene.

    Beginning from the edge of the cliff, both sides have an open area of ​​nearly 50 meters, and there is no place to hide.

    Jiang Fang hid beside a tree closest to the bridge, the light-colored eyes reflected the interlaced firelight in the depths of the forest on the east bank.

    He looked at the surrounding terrain and raised the corner of his mouth coldly.

    Ban Hang took it for granted.

    “Connect by the bridge”?

    They dare to openly show their faces in such an open field, that is a living target.

    He leaned against the rough woods, did not turn his head, only smiled at the gloomy darkness: “Are you here?”

    Nanzhou poked her head from the tree next to her.

    Jiang Fang went straight to the point: “You didn’t want to come here.”

    Nan Zhou replied, “I’m worried about you.”

    Jiang Fang looked at the other side: “You don’t need to carry the thunder for Banhang. I know that neither he nor Hai Ning can trust me.”

    The viciousness of this copy has finally revealed its true face until now.

    Even if you don’t mention the vague “devil” and “God’s curse”, it objectively cuts the 12-person team into the east and west, and sets a clear “don’t cross the bridge” dead rule .

    To put it bluntly, in case of danger, not only are they not allowed to help each other, they are even forced to kill each other under extreme conditions in order to maintain this rule.

    The exchanges between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait are really pitiful.

    This is an extremely cruel torture for ordinary people who have experienced life and death and whose hearts have not been tempered to the point of invulnerability.

    Although they don’t want this in their hearts, their trust in each other is indeed shaky under the rules.

    Nanzhou supported the tree, lowered her feet, and swayed gently twice: “I believe in you.”

    The reason why Jiang Fang didn’t let Ban Hang come was just because he was worried that he would rush over the bridge with his blood.

    Jiang Fang laughed and said noncommittally: “You believe me, and come here to stare at me?”

    Nan Zhou: “I didn’t come to stare at you.”

    Nan Zhou: “I’m here to tell you to go back. We’ll change shifts.”

    “You are less trustworthy than Ban Hang.” Jiang Fang said, “As soon as I leave, you will go to the other side.”

    Nan Zhou did not hide his intentions: “Well. You are right.”

    Jiang Fang: “I don’t agree.”

    Nan Zhou: “I’m not your team member.”

    Jiang Fang: “I’m not talking to the team, I’m talking to you. Go, I don’t agree.”

    Speaking of which, Jiang Fang found that his tone was a bit over the top.

    The tips of his ears were slightly red, and he pretended to be okay, and continued: “They can come over, we will meet here, and then bear the consequences together. But I don’t want anyone on my side. Adventure in the past.”

    “I will bear the consequences even if I cross the bridge.” Nan Zhou said, “I can afford it. Maybe I can save them.”

    Jiang Fang’s expression turned cold, and his tone turned cold: “Even if there is a cause and effect, it shouldn’t be on you.”

    Nan Zhou: “I’m fine.”

    Jiang Fang: “I have a relationship. I brought you out. Even if you want to leave, give me a complete leave.”

    He took a deep breath: “It’s my duty to you. We…were best friends, weren’t we?”

    “I…”

    Nan Zhou was about to answer when she heard Cong Cong’s footsteps from the forest on the east bank. Running towards the cliff all the way.

    When people are most desperate, they will always go to the people they trust the most.

    Even if Nanzhou once clearly told them that the east bank is a cliff with no way to go, the west bank is the place to live.

    What’s more, as Ban Hang said, the road to the bottom of the mountain was really blocked.

    A girl with messy hair got out of the woods, spread her legs, and ran towards the suspension bridge.

    Although in the thick fog, only a vague figure could be discerned, but Nanzhou on the tree still recognized her at a glance.

    Su Qingyao.

    Nanzhou exhausted her eyesight and could vaguely recognize that she was wearing a dark maid costume.

    Her running posture is a bit weird, one arm drooping limply by her side, probably hit by a stray bullet.

    She is like a wounded bird being hunted, flapping her wings, rushing all the way to the side of the suspension bridge, without even thinking about it, step on it!

    However, the slight shaking of the bridge woke her from the boundless panic.

    When she rushed to 1/4 of the bridge, she suddenly stopped.

    If Su Qingyao was still a rookie Su Qingyao who had just entered the dungeon, she would definitely cry and shout, desperately escape the bridge first, and then save her life.

    But now, she dare not.

    If she crosses the shore, she violates the “no bridge” rule.

    She may even lead the gunmen to the other side.

    —Her choice at this moment is very likely to affect the life and death of the entire team.

    When she fell into a brief hesitation, Nan Zhou moved, and just as she was about to jump off the tree to respond, six or seven black-clothed slaves appeared in the forest in an instant.

    It was the limit for her to be able to walk around in circles in the forest and to be several tens of meters away from her pursuers.

    However, those people drilled far and near, and they were basically located on the south side of the suspension bridge.

    If she runs fast enough, she has a chance to escape under the muzzle of those not very far range.

    But then, she has to cross the bridge.

    She will burn the disaster to the east coast.

    Death or life?

    Which one is a dead end and which one is a life?

    Light and flint, in less than half a second, Su Qingyao made her choice.

    She forcibly overcame her desire for life, turned around and rushed down the suspension bridge that held her only survival!

    She pulled the skirt and fled along the cliff, and at the same time, through the big speaker in the valley, she shouted loudly: “Boss! Brother Nan! That duke is a lunatic!”

    “They’re going to take us for surgery and open our heads!”

    “Brother Kang was taken into the operating room by them! Brother Kan was also injured!”

    “Brother Zhao escaped with me. He—”

    Hiding behind the tree, listening to Su Qingyao’s increasingly sad and desperate voice, the two fell silent.

    The gunshots that were originally scattered in the forest now only sounded behind Su Qingyao.

    Zhao Lirui, I’m afraid it’s too bad luck.

    When she called here, her throat was blocked and her legs were weak.

    She cried tearfully, “Help! I don’t want to die! I’m only twenty-four!”

    Even so, she escaped the suspension bridge without slowing down.

    She wanted to escape back to the forest, but a gunshot suddenly sounded behind her.

    However, her destination is also here.

     Her chest heaved violently, she gritted her teeth, and she was ruthless.

    You want to take me back, and you want to experiment with me before I die?

    Don’t give a fuck!

    In the fan-shaped enclosure, Su Qingyao’s legs, which were weakened by blood loss, tensed the muscles, kicked the ground violently, and moved towards Wan Ren, who was beside him. The abyss, rushed away.

    Her figure was swallowed up by the mist.

    She did not leave a last word.

    Except “I’m only twenty-four”.

    The second half of the night on the east coast has fallen into absolute silence.

    In the forest on the west bank, the two stood in the shadows, staring at the place where Su Qingyao disappeared, unable to say a word.