Chapter 1941
Chapter 1941: If You’re Alive, I’ll Forgive You (6)
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In the distance, at the moment he heard the gunshots, Glenn Hutchinson’s heart slightly contracted.
War, from this moment on, officially began!
This was an informal war.
This was a war belonging to two people.
Everything else was merely a backdrop.
The life and death of others proved nothing; only their own life and death could determine if they could move forward.
They fought alone, yet never backed down.
That night, Glenn Hutchinson saw more enemies and bullets than he had imagined. He penetrated their death spots with bullets one by one, stabbed the enemy’s heart with daggers, blood splattered everywhere, a tragic and heroic scene that seemed to cleanse the dark night.
Blood flowed like a stream.
Theirs, his, or hers.
Time seemed so fleeting, yet eternal.
Glenn Hutchinson could not remember how many he killed, only those enemies with vicious eyes and dense bullets; danger loomed everywhere, ambushes were everywhere, those occupying the city allowed no one to approach.
All around was darkness.
Dark hearts, dark scenes.
Also, dangerous people.
But at the moment the first ray of sunlight fell on him, Glenn Hutchinson dragged his exhausted body, walked out of this city bathed anew in blood.
The sunlight falling on him cast a long shadow.
Having fought the whole night, covered in blood, with every muscle used to the extreme, pain attacked from everywhere, yet Glenn Hutchinson stood like an unyielding statue, step by step, emerging from the other side of the city.
In the distance, on the flat grassland, Flossie Wright stood beside the motorcycle, sunlight spilled on her from the side, she and the motorcycle became a silhouette at that moment, the orange light encompassed her, forming a bright outline outside.
She held a helmet in one hand, a gun in the other.
She looked over this way.
The morning wind blew across the grassland, her open leather jacket flapped in the wind, she stood at the junction of heaven and earth, red clouds slowly spread behind her silhouette, a sun gradually rose, making the scenery extraordinarily beautiful.
But she, and him, both had hands stained with blood.
No one could remember the lives that slipped away from them this night.
Step by step, Glenn Hutchinson walked towards the motorcycle.
And the person on the bike became clearer and more profound in sight.
Clearly, truly, they truly lived.
No one knew how long it took, but Glenn Hutchinson finally reached Flossie Wright.
The wind blew past, yet stirred no ripples in their hearts.
They lived.
They survived.
Such an action might seem a bit mad, but such madness was now completed by their own hands.
They were accountable for such madness!
The two stood face to face, yet silent and speechless, only the sound of the wind slipped past their ears.
And in their eyes, only the silhouette of the other.
"So," after a while, Flossie Wright finally spoke, her clear voice slightly hoarse, "Glenn Hutchinson, even the heavens have forgiven you."
She smiled, her long eyes contained a faint smile, the corners of her lips slightly arched into an unimaginable gentle smile, tinged with a sense of relief.
And so, naturally let it go.
They experienced life and death, and now, they still lived.
What could be more important than surviving such a life-or-death experience?
— End of Chapter 1941 —