Chapter 17 — My House Is 42 Degrees Hot, Turns Out It's A Horrifying Plot

First time. A slight hesitation appeared on the black coat man's face. He stared at the flare gun in my hand. As if evaluating how much of what I said was true. I have succeeded. Get a short moment to breathe. But I also know. It's just temporary. He won't believe that I actually dare to die together. A contemptuous smile. As if seeing through everything.

“You don't dare.”

“You worked hard to escape here.”

“Not to die here.”

He stepped forward again.

“Show me your determination.”

My hands are shaking. Heart filled with despair. Right at that moment. A harsh sound of metallic friction rang out from above. The impact was so severe that the eardrum hurt. Everyone instinctively raised their heads. A giant black shadow. Like a prehistoric beast. Covering us. It was a large industrial electromagnetic crane. Its giant circular magnet. Hovering right above the heads of the black-clad men. In the cockpit. There was a familiar figure. He grinned at me. White teeth stand out on a dusty face. He slammed down on the red button on the control panel.

“Let's get you all on it!”

An invisible force. But it's so strong that it makes people tremble in fear. Suddenly pressed against the ground. The black-shirted people immediately became chaotic. Every metal object on their body. Phone. Even weapons hidden in shirts. They were all pulled forcefully into the air. The two guys couldn't react in time. The gun in his hand was sucked up. Stick tightly to the underside of the solenoid. The man in the black coat reacted extremely quickly. The moment the magnet works. He rolled on the spot. Escape from the strongest magnetic field area. But when I looked up at the crane. His eyes were full of surprise and anger.

“Run away, little sister!”

Uncle Ly shouted hoarsely from the cockpit. I didn't hesitate at all. Turn around. Start running towards the crane.

“Stop her!”

The man in the black coat roared. The remaining guys let their weapons get sucked away. Immediately rushed towards me. Uncle Ly cursed loudly. Pull firmly on the joystick. The giant crane arm carried a fierce howling sound of wind sweeping across. That giant steel arm. Like a moving wall. The two men in black couldn't avoid it in time. Was swept out. Hit the pile of scrap metal hard. Life or death unknown. The rest were forced to stop. I took that opportunity. Ran under the crane. Cling to the ladder. Use both hands and feet to climb up at the fastest speed. Gunfire rang out. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets started shooting towards me. Each bullet hit the thick steel of the crane. Shooting beams of fire. I felt the adrenaline in my body had burned to the limit. I also managed to get into the narrow cockpit.

“Sit tight!”

Mr. Ly's face was full of dirt and sweat. But his eyes were bright. He continued to control the crane arm. Pick up scrap cars like toy blocks. Stacked into a steel wall. Completely blocking the shooting range of the people below. He controlled the giant steel monster to turn around. Then rushed straight towards the fence of the parking lot. Fragile steel mesh. In front of industrial crane. Thin as paper. Torn apart in the blink of an eye. We rushed out of the scrap car yard. Outside is a child deserted dirt road. Parked an old dump truck covered in mud. Looks like nothing special.

“Jump down!”

“Get in that car!”

Uncle Ly pointed towards the dump truck and shouted loudly. I didn't hesitate at all. From the cabin is more than half a meter high. I jumped straight to the ground. The body landed heavily on the ground. Roll around to eliminate impact force. Then get up. Run straight towards the car. Jump into the cabin. Uncle Ly also followed closely behind. He didn't even turn off the crane. That giant steel monster was left on the side of the road. Like a loyal soldier who has just completed his final mission. Uncle Ly jumped into the driver's seat. Start the car. Tires friction with dirt road surface. Hissed loudly. The dump truck sped away like a mad bull. I turned my head and looked back. The black-shirted men were chased out of the parking lot. They are frantically shooting at us. I immediately lay down. Hide under the chair. The rear window of the car was shattered by bullets. Shards of glass flew in all directions. But Uncle Ly didn't seem to care at all. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. His eyes never left the road ahead. We also got on the highway. Uncle Ly stepped on the accelerator all the way. The car roared away. Leave the pursuers far behind. Until you're sure it's safe. I just crawled out from under the chair. Look at the muscular man next to him. My heart is filled with gratitude. But also full of doubts.

“Why did you come back?”

“Why do you help me?”

“Do you know how dangerous it will be to do that?”

“They can kill you.”

Uncle Ly didn't look at me. He quietly took out a faded photo from his pocket. Photo corners are worn. It's a boy smiling brightly.