"Pa!"
Of course, please don't misunderstand. The protagonist didn't fall into a pile of meat paste. After all, his house was only on the second floor. He wouldn't die from the fall.
However, to be honest, if the transmigration could appear in front of him, then other dramatic things would usually happen.
For example, Millson was lying in a garbage dump filled with countless garbage, but he didn't complain about the harsh environment around him. Instead, he showed an expression of surviving a disaster.
Just like in those movies, when the main character was chased to the point where he had no way to escape, he could only choose to jump down from a tall building. After jumping down, something would definitely appear below to catch him.
When Millson jumped down from the window, he jumped directly into the garbage dump.
Coupled with the previous coincidences and developments, Millson now suspected that the original body of this body might be a trained killer.
From the moment the bomb flew into the room, to the moment he subconsciously found a hiding spot, to the development of the situation, Milse's brain did not think too much. Instead, it was like an instinct that drove his actions.
Otherwise, with his years of being an otaku, he would not have been able to escape from those people's guns.
Although the original body of this body had escaped from the hands of those people, it had delayed the best treatment time because of chatting, causing it to die directly in the bedroom.
But no matter what, the original body of this body could escape from the hands of those people just now. Those who had such skills were definitely well-trained. It was easy to guess the occupation of such people, such as the army, assassins, agents, spies, and so on.
However, none of these classes were easy to play.
After a quick thought in his mind, Millson climbed out of the garbage dump.
Millson was now in a very remote alley. Of course, this was his opinion, because a normal person would not come to an alley filled with countless trash in the dark of the night.
The alley wasn't very long. Millson only walked for seven or eight meters before reaching the end. Then, it was his turn to make his choice because there were three different forks in front of him.
"Left or right? Or should we keep walking forward?"
Millson licked his dry lips and thought with some hesitation.
Because of the choice in front of him, Millson's expression became a little anxious. He was even more anxious than when he was being scolded in the book review section when he wrote a novel before he transmigrated.
Facing the trolls on the Internet who only knew how to spew nonsense, Millson could still use sharp words to directly refute them. But now, facing the fierce militants who were chasing after him, Millson felt that there was only one outcome for him to refute, and that was to let himself die faster.
"Bang!"
At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot, and then a bullet flew past Millson's right ear, shattering a wine bottle that rolled on the ground.
"Damn it, just pick a random path!”
Thinking quickly, Millson directly took a step forward and ran towards the left fork.
According to the development of the plot, with the profession of the original body, it should have long expected to encounter a situation where he was being hunted down.
According to the usual practice, the original body of this body would definitely leave a route for him to escape.
However, there was not much time left for him to play the escape room game.
The situation was critical. It was like a race against the Grim Reaper. No matter if you were running in the right direction or not, you had to run first. What would happen next would depend on your luck.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
As soon as Millson ran into the alley on the left, he heard a few sounds similar to the one he had heard when he fell into the trash. It was obvious that the militants who had been chasing him had jumped out of the window and continued to chase him.
Millson held the pistol in his hand tightly. Although he was not very familiar with guns and did not know how to use them, he could give himself a sense of security.
As the old saying went, with a weapon in hand, one would not panic.
After choosing the alley on the left, Millson rushed in.
He didn't have time to observe the situation in the alley. He just ran into the alley with all his might. Thanks to the original body, Millson didn't feel tired at all after such a long period of intense exercise. He didn't feel like he was panting after running a few steps before he transmigrated.
Millson seemed to have taken stimulants. He spread his legs and took big strides, quickly shaking off the militants chasing after him.
"Huff! Huff! Huff huff!"
After running for an unknown amount of time, Millson finally stopped and panted heavily.
Hearing that there were no more people behind him, Millson finally heaved a sigh of relief.
However, at this moment, Millson heard a burst of gunshots not far from him.
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