On The Run

Part 13

“Aproaching ten o’clock. Stand by,” Tianhe warned Qian Feng that the killers were on their back door.

“Aproaching four o’clock,” Tianhe said again, warned Yibo that the killers were on their second balcony near the book corner.

With a fast move, Yibo bent his body and in an instant, he grabbed Xiao Zhan by the waist and slumped him against his shoulder, again.

Xiao Zhan fought back, kicked his feet against the wall, making Yibo unstable.

“Targets armed,” Tianhe warned them that the killers had weapons.

“Fuck!” Yibo mumbled.

“WANG. YI. BO!” Xiao Zhan shouted, “You are so fucking dead!”

Yibo managed to get into his room, closed the door and then put Xiao Zhan down, pinned him against the door, one hand covering his mouth and the other hand grasped both Xiao Zhan wrist above his head.

“Shut the fuck up, Zhan-ge, or we’ll die!” Yibo whispered against his lips, sharp and impatient. His cold and fierce eyes locked Xiao Zhan’s, asking no disobey.

Then a loud bump was heard from downstairs. Qian Feng was fighting.

Xiao Zhan’s eyes widened.

“Fast movement twelve o’clock. Armed,” Tianhe said in a rush. They were coming from the front door.

Yibo heard another click. They must be opening Xiao Zhan bedroom door.

Another loud bump heard.

“Fast movement four o’clock. Coming up armed,” Tianhe warned Yibo.

The killers were climbing his bedroom balcony.

Yibo held his breath – he was stuck in the middle! He looked up at Xiao Zhan who was staring back at him.

“Zhan-ge, I don’t have much time right now to listen to your bullshit. Just stay still and don’t you dare making any fucking noise, you hear me?” Yibo whispered sharply.

Xiao Zhan glared, but Yibo took it as a yes.

Yibo slowly pull his hands off of Xiao Zhan’s mouth and when he was sure that Xiao Zhan wouldn’t make a mess, he reached his bedside table and took his gun out fast and smooth, stacked the silencer against it.

“Fast movements. Backing up. Out,” Tianhe said. He was out of the basement to help Qian Feng because more killer coming.

Yibo heard a friction from his balcony. He dragged Xiao Zhan by the wrist and gestured him to hide under the bed. Xiao Zhan did what Yibo told obediently.

Impatient footsteps were heard from Xiao Zhan’s bedroom. Seemed like the killer noticed that Xiao Zhan wasn’t there.

Loud bumps heard again from downstairs. And then gun shots.

Yibo moved silently and hid by the glass door. Waiting.

Two shadows spotted. Yibo down on his knee.

A click and the glass door opened slowly. Two shadows stepped in.

Yibo moved fast, pointed the gun at their heads and pulled the trigger.

Two down.

Loud kicking banged his door and it slammed opened, two shadows coming in fast to Yibo’s direction.

The darkness helped him locked the target. Two shots, all down.

Gun shots still heard from downstairs. Yibo snorted. How many were there exactly?

“Yibo…?” Suddenly a voice appeared through his earpiece. Not Tianhe’s.

“Yibo…?” It was Wang Han. Was he even here?

Yibo couldn’t answer him because he didn’t wear the mic.

“If you hear me, plan B.”

Plan B? Yibo knitted his forehead. Went to Changsa?

Yibo didn’t think much. “Zhan-ge, you can come out now!”

As soon as Xiao Zhan came out of the bed, Yibo took his hand and held it, dragged him through the hallway when some men barged into the house through the balcony.

Yibo pulled the trigger. All down.

When Yibo reached downstairs, it was messy there. Yibo spotted Qian Feng behind the couch while Tianhe behind the cupboard. All the furniture seemed had holes from the shots. Yibo led Xiao Zhan to slip under the dining table and turn it on its side to cover them when some shots came.

Qian Feng shot back, covering Yibo.

“Feng-ge, plan B…” Yibo said.

Qian Feng looked at him in surprised but nodded eventually. After giving a code to Tianhe, seconds later they began to shoot, covering Yibo so he could slide into the basement.

Yibo put his arm hovering Xiao Zhan’s head, gesturing him to bend down while running into the basement. He grabbed some hardware and stuffed them into the backpack before handing Xiao Zhan a jacket and a pair of sneakers.

“Wear those.”

Xiao Zhan took and wore them obediently.

“Let’s go.” Yibo gestured him to go. They stood by the door, and Yibo took a peak at the kitchen, noticing that they could use the kitchen counters to cover them.

The shots stopped but Yibo was sure that this was only the first wave.

Yibo gestured Xiao Zhan to crawl until they reach the counters where he saw Qian Feng waved at him signaling to go.

Yibo nodded at them both and when Tianhe shot, he tugged Xiao Zhan by the wrist and run into the garage.

“Where are we going?” Xiao Zhan asked when Yibo handed him a helmet.

“Changsa.”

“Why? What?”

“Changsa,” Yibo repeated while jumping on the bike and started the engine. “Hop up!”

Xiao Zhan looked hesitated. He looked at Yibo as if asking explanation.

“I don’t have time for this, Ge!” Yibo said, and suddenly shots were heard from the house. “Fuck! Ge, hop up!”

Xiao Zhan abruptly jumped onto the bike and as soon as Yibo felt his hands around his waist, he rode it out of the area like a mad man.

Yibo winced his eyes and put his focus on the street. Whatever happened to Qian Feng and Tianhe, Yibo believed that they would be okay.

They were his mentors. They must be fine.