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Li Mu swiftly traversed the rooftop, his movements agile as a leopard. He leaped over low walls, climbed and maneuvered around the factory's old chimneys, deftly weaving through scattered antennas. His actions were quick and silent, like a shadow flickering between the gaps of the buildings, yet each step he took was fraught with danger. The guards below had already spotted him and fired angrily at the rooftop. Bullets whizzed past him, striking metal pipes and chimneys, creating a cacophony of deafening impacts and scattering sparks.
Li Mu's heart raced, but his face remained calm. His gaze was sharp as he focused on the path ahead, his legs propelling him forward with precision and stability, leaving no opportunity for his enemies to hit him. The gunfire below echoed like a net of death closing in around him, forcing him to dodge continuously. Each time he vaulted over a wall or chimney, bullets grazed his clothing or shattered bricks at his feet, danger lurking at every turn.
He understood that he needed to leave this place quickly; otherwise, he would soon be cornered on this rooftop. His only hope lay in reaching his heavy motorcycle as soon as possible. That black motorcycle had been modified, boasting a powerful engine and high speed. Once he could reach it, he could use its velocity and agility to navigate through the narrow alleys and swiftly escape his pursuers.
After navigating through a cluster of chimneys and antennas, Li Mu found himself at the edge of the rooftop where his view opened up. He calmly scanned the area and soon spotted the corner of an alley not far away. A surge of joy filled him as he saw his black motorcycle parked in the shadows at the alley's turn, its body glinting faintly in the night like a beast poised to spring into action.
Without a moment's hesitation, he quickened his pace towards the motorcycle. However, the rooftop beneath him grew narrower, and bullets continued to rain down from below, forcing him to dodge even faster. Each leap and vault carried immense risk; although he maintained composure in his movements, he knew time was running out as the pursuit closed in behind him.
Li Mu's eyes were locked on that motorcycle; the gunfire faded into the background as each step became more decisive and swift—like a final sprint.
He ran along the edge of the rooftop with steady and powerful strides, his eyes coolly scanning behind him as he raised his pistol. While moving, he fired backwards; bullets shot through the night like cold rays of light, accurately targeting his pursuers and suppressing their fire. His shots were precise enough to force them to temporarily evade, creating a brief distance between them.
At that moment, Li Mu felt his hand brush against the last smoke grenade in his possession. He frowned slightly; this was his only remaining means of cover. With no other options left, he gritted his teeth and pulled the pin before throwing it towards the direction of the approaching enemies.
The smoke grenade arced through the air before bursting with a loud bang. Thick smoke rapidly spread outwards, enveloping both the rooftop and the space below it. Li Mu knew that this momentary cover wouldn’t last long; silently praying that it would buy him some time, he quickly wrapped fabric around his mouth and nose to shield himself from the acrid smoke. Then he decisively leaped from the edge of the rooftop, bending his knees slightly as he flipped mid-air and rolled upon landing softly in the shadows on the first floor.
However, he also knew this was his last use of a smoke grenade; his enemies were no strangers to such tactics. Wang Lei and his men had just encountered a similar smoke attack inside the building moments ago. Although they were still stinging from tears and sore throats caused by the smoke, they were no longer panicked; instead, they began to adjust quickly. They realized this was merely a cover strategy and calmly provided cover for one another while cursing softly as they charged into the smoke.
"Don't be afraid of the smoke! Charge out; that bastard is right ahead!" Wang Lei shouted angrily at the front of his men. His subordinates covered their mouths and noses as they moved steadily through the smoke towards Li Mu. As the smoke began to dissipate revealing an open street, Li Mu understood that he could no longer rely on this tactic; any remaining cover was gradually disintegrating, and enemies could surround him at any moment.
He quickly sprinted towards his heavy motorcycle, filled with a sense of urgency.
Li Mu's eyes were fixed on the black heavy motorcycle at the corner of the alley, his last hope. The pursuers behind him were closing in, their shouts, footsteps, and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed like a death knell, the pressure mounting like a tidal wave. He sprinted with all his might, pouring every ounce of strength into his legs, his speed reaching its peak, heart and breath at their limits.
Just as his hand nearly touched the motorcycle, the pursuers behind him raised their guns and aimed. Bullets whistled through the air towards him. In an instant, Li Mu crouched low, raising his pistol to fire back quickly. The flash from the gun's muzzle flickered in the darkness as bullets shot out rapidly, striking at the feet and chests of his enemies, forcing them to retreat with startled cries. Several guards screamed in pain; one was grazed on the leg and collapsed to the ground, chaos erupting around them. Others dodged frantically, buying themselves a moment of space.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Li Mu swiftly climbed onto the motorcycle, gripping the handlebars with practiced ease. He swung his left leg over the bike, pressing his waist against the seat, perfectly melding with the machine. With a fierce twist of the throttle, a deep and powerful roar erupted from the engine as the motorcycle vibrated violently.
Li Mu's gaze was focused and icy, the screech of tires against pavement ringing in his ears. Just as the motorcycle shot forward, the guards reacted angrily, raising their guns to fire again. Bullets pursued him relentlessly, whizzing past the bike and grazing his shoulder; some even struck the metal frame of the motorcycle with a sharp clang. Yet he remained unfazed. Li Mu kept his body low against the bike as the wind howled past him; he concentrated fully on pushing the motorcycle to its limits, darting through the night like a shadow.
His heavy motorcycle had been meticulously modified; its roar echoed loudly through the dark streets. The black body glinted coldly under dim lights, resembling an untamed beast racing through the night. Li Mu's eyes were fixed ahead; the fierce wind tugged at his clothes and hair, bringing a biting chill, but he remained utterly calm, knowing he could not afford to be distracted for even a moment—one misstep could lead him into enemy territory.
The pursuers behind shouted in frustration as several of them crazily chased out of the alley, trying once more to aim and fire at Li Mu's retreating figure. But they were falling further behind; gunfire became sparse and scattered. Li Mu's motorcycle sped through the night; after rounding a sharp turn, it quickly vanished into darkness, leaving only a brief flicker of light from its headlamp before completely merging with the night.
Li Mu turned slightly on his motorcycle to glance back at the distant pursuers left far behind him; a cold smile flickered in his eyes. The speed increased further as dark streets rushed past him; his breathing gradually steadied and his heartbeat slowed. The wind howled in his ears like a wild song of freedom. He knew he had successfully escaped from their encirclement, leaving all danger far behind.
Ahead lay a wide and open road; city lights twinkled faintly in the distance like countless stars. Li Mu let out a slight sigh of relief, a cold smile gracing his lips while his gaze remained sharp. Without any hesitation, he urged the motorcycle to continue racing into the night, transforming into a gradually fading shadow as if he had never existed at all.
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