dkrc Chapter 71 Fugitive Suspect
Chapter 71 Fugitive Suspect
The snow on the road had lessened considerably, but the wind was still howling.
Every now and then, snow would blow off the leaves, falling in large chunks.
The group trudged down the mountain, their steps uneven.
The tall, thin man and the younger man supported Yang Chengwu, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Although Yang Chengwu was drowsy and his legs felt unsteady, he was still a grown man, and walking for a long time made him feel extremely heavy.
The two men were panting heavily, the sweat on their faces freezing in the cold wind, but they didn't dare utter a sound, much less abandon the person in the snow and run away.
Chen Feng walked in the middle of the group. Although he didn't take out the homemade gun in his arms, his right hand was always tucked into his robe, and the muzzle of the gun swayed slightly with his steps, always pointing at the back of the front.
Lin Xi brought up the rear, escorting Brother Zhao, whose hand was crippled.
Brother Zhao's face was deathly pale, his lips were frozen purple, and his right hand, which was covered in blood and flesh, was wrapped haphazardly with a tattered cloth. It was now frozen stiff and no longer bleeding, but the excruciating pain was probably enough to keep him in agony.
He would occasionally glance down at his right hand, a flash of resentment in his eyes, but it was only for a moment before fear overwhelmed it.
Although Chen Feng was in front, he would occasionally look back, and he noticed Zhao Ge's little actions.
After another hour, the snow finally stopped.
Lin Xi hurried forward a few steps, walked to Chen Feng's side, and lowered his voice to say, "Brother-in-law, there's that pine forest ahead. After passing the pine forest, it'll be another two hours before we can see the houses at the foot of the mountain."
Chen Feng nodded without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the two people in front of him.
The tall, thin man and the younger one were already panting heavily, their steps were getting slower and slower, and the arm supporting Yang Chengwu was trembling.
Yang Chengwu was still drowsy, but much better than when he was in the cave, and he could occasionally take a few steps on his own.
Just then, a muffled groan came from behind.
Chen Feng turned around and saw that Brother Zhao had fallen behind at some point, squatting on the ground, his left hand covering his right hand, his face deathly pale.
Lin Xi walked over, gun in hand: "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing...it just hurts a lot..." Brother Zhao looked up, his face covered in cold sweat. "Brother, I really can't walk anymore, can I rest for a while...?"
Chen Feng didn't say anything, walked over, squatted down, and looked at his hand.
The tattered cloth covering it was soaked in blood and frozen stiff.
Brother Zhao felt uneasy under his gaze and took a half step back.
Chen Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Brother Zhao screamed in agony, "Ah—!"
The two men in front were so frightened that they almost dropped Yang Chengwu on the ground.
Chen Feng ignored them and tore the tattered cloth off Zhao Ge's hand.
That right hand was completely mangled.
He looked at Brother Zhao's wrist, then at his fingers.
"Can you still move your hand?"
Brother Zhao was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
Chen Feng pinched his middle finger and lifted it up slightly.
Brother Zhao instinctively pulled his hand back, and his middle finger even bent slightly.
Chen Feng's eyes turned cold.
He then squeezed Brother Zhao's ring finger, and that finger twitched.
Lin Xi was watching from the side, and before she could react, Chen Feng had already reached into his clothes.
He pulled out a dagger, the cold glint of its tip hurt the eyes.
"B-Big brother... what are you going to do...?"
What are you doing?
Of course, it's because you still have ulterior motives that I'm going to break your bones!
Chen Feng didn't answer, but grabbed his wrist and pressed his right hand to the ground.
"No--!"
Brother Zhao struggled desperately, trying to push Chen Feng with his left hand, but Lin Xi stepped on him.
"Don't move!"
Lin Xi pressed the muzzle of his gun against his forehead. "Move again and I'll shoot you!"
Brother Zhao dared not move, his whole body trembling like a leaf.
Chen Feng pressed his hand into the snow, the tip of the dagger aimed at his wrist.
"Your hand could move just now."
His voice was flat, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"I was going to save it for you, but who knew you wouldn't give up."
Brother Zhao's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
"No...please...Big brother, I beg you...my hand is ruined...please spare me..."
Chen Feng ignored him.
The tip of the knife flicked downwards.
"ah--!!!"
A scream echoed through the forest, startling a flock of birds that fluttered away.
The two people in front were so frightened that they collapsed to their knees in the snow, not daring to turn their heads.
Yang Chengwu was thrown to the ground. He opened his eyes groggily, not knowing what had happened.
Chen Feng pulled the knife tip out of Brother Zhao's wrist.
Brother Zhao was in so much pain that he couldn't scream anymore. He was curled up in the snow, his body twitching, making "hoarse" sounds like a slaughtered chicken.
The knife tip was moved to the other side.
"No……"
Brother Zhao's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
The tip of the knife flicked downwards again.
Another scream rang out.
This time, Brother Zhao fainted immediately, his head lolling to one side, his face ashen, looking like a dead man.
Chen Feng stood up, wiped the dagger in the snow, and put it back at his waist.
Lin Xi swallowed hard, staring at the hand on the ground.
Both wrists had cuts, revealing the white bones inside.
Anyone with expertise would immediately recognize that the tendons in the hand had been severed.
"Brother-in-law, what are you doing...?"
"He can also wield a knife."
Lin Xi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood.
Brother Zhao just said he couldn't walk anymore and needed to rest for a while.
But ahead is a pine forest, and beyond the pine forest is the foot of the mountain.
Why say you can't move now, at this crucial juncture?
A cold sweat broke out on Lin Xi's back.
If Chen Feng hadn't noticed in time, once they entered the pine forest, this guy might have taken advantage of their inattention and done something with his still-functioning right hand...
He dared not think any further.
"So what do we do now?"
Chen Feng looked down at the unconscious Brother Zhao.
"Drag him away."
Chen Feng originally intended to leave this kind of person in the snow.
But the more he looked at this person, the more familiar he felt.
Isn't this the suspect who fled to the Northwest in his past life?
The authorities had been looking for him, but then they lost contact with him. Unexpectedly, he ran into them.
He couldn't refuse such a generous offer!
Upon hearing this, Lin Xi didn't say a word. He lifted Brother Zhao out of the snow and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
Brother Zhao slumped down like a dead dog, his hands hanging limply, blood still dripping from his right hand.
Chen Feng walked to the front and looked at the tall, thin man and the younger man kneeling in the snow.
"stand up."
The two of them scrambled to their feet.
"Help him up."
The two quickly helped Yang Chengwu up from the snow, supporting him on either side.
Yang Chengwu's face was even paler than before, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at Chen Feng.
"Brother-in-law, you..."
"Walk."
Chen Feng didn't explain much, but walked in the middle of the group with his gun.
Lin Xi carried Brother Zhao for a few dozen steps before he was panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Brother-in-law, this grandson is so heavy, why don't we just leave him here?"
Chen Feng looked back.
Brother Zhao lay on Lin Xi's shoulder like a dead dog, his hands hanging down, his right hand still dripping blood, leaving a trail of dark red spots in the snow.