Zheng Bingbing's driving was indeed quite bumpy. She kept peeking into the rearview mirror, fortunately, the car was dimly lit.
"Are we not done yet!" Zheng Bingbing urged, "Hurry up! The cars behind are catching up!"
I'm already hurrying, and I'm looking back too!
The pursuers were several patrol cars with flashing red and blue lights. One Santana had already closed in on the Pajero's tail, attempting to overtake. However, the road was narrow, and Bingbing swerved from side to side, blocking their path. Several times, they nearly rear-ended us.
But the more anxious I became, the more I struggled. Not that I wasn't capable, I was perfectly capable, but I just couldn't finish!
"Sigh..." Mu Jige sighed in disappointment, "Let me do it then."
We switched positions. Mu Jige channeled her inner strength, employing techniques like bone shrinking, and finally succeeded!
I straightened my legs, gripping the car seat tightly, trying to contribute as much new strength as possible.
Mu Jige closed her eyes, desperately absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.
Half a minute later, Mu Jige opened her eyes, two sharp glints flashing. She rolled down the car window, waved her hand, and grabbed something from the air, flinging it towards the cars behind.
Screech, boom!
The car behind actually flipped over, sparks flying as it slid a long distance before coming to a stop on the road, blocking the cars behind it as well.
After being fully replenished, she was indeed formidable!
Zheng Bingbing let out a long sigh of relief, "We've finally lost them!"
"Don't be careless," I said, my voice solemn like a sage, "That Old Ba should still be pursuing us!"
"That's right," Mu Jige turned her head to look out the window, "He's less than a mile away. Chengfeng, I need a water source."
"A water source? Are you thirsty?" I asked, "There's mineral water in the car."
There's a case of Nongfu Spring in the trunk.
"...With your knowledge, I can't explain it to you," Mu Jige gave me a disdainful look. She spotted the phone mounted on the center console, crawled over, and pulled it from the bracket. She swiped at it a few times with her fingertip, "Hualou Reservoir. Bingbing, go here, turn right up ahead!"
She even knows how to use a phone map, impressive!
"I understand!" Bingbing slapped her thigh, "Is it because Old Ba can't swim!"
Mu Jige smiled without answering.
I opened my backpack and found two Snickers bars to replenish myself, feeling even weaker than after donating blood.
The Pajero turned right. The navigation indicated a road, but it was actually a narrow, unpaved country path. The ground was uneven and bumpy, and the corn leaves on both sides rustled and slapped against the car body. I wondered if they would scratch the paint.
After driving a few hundred meters, the scene opened up dramatically. Illuminated by the headlights, I saw a vast body of water ahead.
"Stop here," Mu Jige said.
Zheng Bingbing slammed on the brakes, and the three of us got out. Mu Jige leaped onto the roof of the car, startling both me and Zheng Bingbing. So, the lightness skill was real!
Mu Jige glanced in the direction of the pursuers. She told me and Zheng Bingbing to find a spot by the water to squat down, and no matter what happened next, not to make a sound or come over, lest she get flustered and hurt us.
Squatting felt tiring. I took two folding stools from the trunk and walked about twenty meters along the water's edge with Bingbing, sitting on our stools to watch the show.
Mu Jige, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the roof of the Pajero, her hands crossed over her chest, looking like a charlatan performing a ritual.
I lit a cigarette. Before I could take two puffs, I heard a rustling sound from the cornfield in the distance. I stood up and could vaguely see the cornfield rolling in the distance. It felt like a great white shark swimming at high speed across the surface of the ocean.