bookbashuk Chapter 829 Macallan Memories
Chapter 829 Macallan Memories
“McCallum! McCallum!” Vermouth had a towel stuffed in her mouth, her voice muffled but with heartbreaking clarity, “Don’t come over here!!”
“No! No! No!!” She watched Macallan approaching step by step, her heart pounding. She didn’t feel the slightest joy of being saved, only cold fear.
Because Ryan was lurking in the shadows, like a venomous snake waiting for its prey.
But McAllen, the little white rabbit, had no idea that he had become a prey.
"McAllen! Stop!!!" she screamed with all her might.
McAllen stopped abruptly, stunned by Vermouth's abnormal, almost hysterical scream.
He was about to go forward to check out the situation with doubt.
In the darkness, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared.
Ryan held a rough rope tightly in both hands, rushed forward like a cheetah, and the rope was put around McAllen's neck like lightning.
McAllen didn't even see the attacker's face. He was like a piece of white paper caught in the wind, and was instantly strangled by the neck and dragged off the ground.
The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed him like a cold tide.
Ryan's fingers were like iron hooks, tightly grasping McCarron's collar and dragging him backwards like a heavy truck out of control.
"Boom——!!!"
McAllen's body slammed hard onto the storage shelf behind him! The shelf shook violently, and the pots and jars on it fell to the ground like hail, with fragments flying everywhere!
In the severe pain and suffocation, McAllen instinctively raised his arm and gripped the trigger tightly.
He didn't even have time to aim the gun, and it was pointed at the blurry figure that was strangling his breath.
But Ryan was once an elite member of the Organization Operations Department.
His skills may not be as good as top-notch ones like Vermouth or Baijiu.
But dealing with a technical player like McAllen, especially when the opponent is half-conscious and under attack, is simply a crushing defeat.
Just like a veterinarian cannot perform heart surgery on humans, but a doctor can perform surgery on both humans and animals.
At this moment, McAllen was unable to fight back in front of Ryan.
Ryan's movements were as fast as a shadow! McAllen felt his wrist go numb, and the gun in his hand was easily snatched away by the other party!
Ryan clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, and his entire arm seemed to have turned into a solid rock! With a whistling sound that tore through the air, he smashed it hard into McAllen's nose!
"Crack!"
A bone-breaking sound was heard, so crisp and teeth-grinding!
"Ugh!" McAllen's vision went dark, and he was overcome with pain and dizziness. Saliva mixed with blood suddenly spurted out, covering Ryan's body!
Vermouth listened to the terrifying sounds of bones breaking and groans, her heart aching, but she could not move!
Suddenly, the beating stopped.
All that was left was the creepy rustling sound of the ropes rubbing against each other.
Ryan pressed the back of McAllen's head with one hand and pressed his face hard against the edge of the cold wooden frame.
The other hand gripped the rope tightly, the arm muscles bulged, and he pulled backwards with all his strength!
He wanted to strangle McCarran to death! This idiot should have died in London long ago!
Of course, the deeper reason was that Ryan's own finger bones were aching from those punches. If he continued to fight, his hand would probably be crippled.
McAllen's consciousness began to blur, as if sinking into a sticky darkness.
A hoarse and gentle female voice seemed to ring in my ears, carrying the traces of time: "Xiaomi...my Xiaomai...how are you...doing now..."
The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and his brain should have been blank, but strangely, fragments of his life flashed back like a film out of control!
Is there anything worth remembering in his life?
He doesn’t have the godlike face of Baijiu, nor the gentle and reliable personality of Laohei.
Besides tinkering with those cold electronic devices... But even this little ability always causes trouble for Baijiu and the others...
Just now... if I had been smarter, more careful, and understood Vermouth's warning earlier... would this not have happened?
Bad luck…bad luck! Bad luck! Damn bad luck! It’s really bad luck!
I'm almost thirty years old now, and apart from Vermouth, I rarely even have the chance to talk to anyone of the opposite sex, let alone hold hands...
But...this feeling right now...is so comfortable...
It was like lying in a bathtub at just the right temperature, the hot water enveloping my tired body. Outside, it was pouring rain, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window was so distant and peaceful...
After drying off, he threw himself naked into the fluffy and soft bed.
I turned the air conditioner to the lowest temperature of 16 degrees, wrapped myself in two thick layers of quilts, and curled up in the warm darkness.
Turn off the lights, think of nothing, only the sound of rain hypnotizes me...
He didn't want to wake up.
What saving the world, what Ryan, what Vermouth...get out!
He just wanted to immerse himself in this long-lost, luxurious comfort...
Have a good sleep...Being a superhero? That's a child's dream...
His brows knitted together in pain! Countless fragments of childhood memories, like red-hot steel needles, pierced his mind fiercely!
When he was a kid... he idolized Iron Man so much!
Those sophisticated electronic devices were the starting point of his dream.
He naively believed that he would become such a brilliant hero in the future...
When he was in elementary school, he stayed up for several days and clumsily put together a "paper helicopter" using waste cardboard and a simple motor.
I happily gave it to my best friend as a birthday gift...
The result? He found his countless days and nights of hard work in the trash can.
Even more irritating was the unbridled ridicule from friends and that group of “partners”:
"It's too ugly, isn't it? And you see, this horsepower can't even kill a mosquito! He gave this to me? To send away beggars?"
"Haha! You threw it in the trash can? We burned it right there! This thing is worse than trash!"
"Calling it trash is an insult to trash!"
"Does that idiot really think we consider him a friend? If he wasn't just tinkering with junk for fun, who would bother with him?"
"Yo! Look! Iron Man is here again! What the hell is he thinking about?"
Macallan walked away silently. In their eyes, those gifts that were made with so much effort and represented friendship were not even worth garbage.
He wasn't depressed. He had survived the tragic death of his parents, so what was this little pain?
At worst... I'll just be alone. Anyway, we've never been on the same path.
Go home... and grandma...
Grandma would look at his bizarre inventions with a smile on her face. She was his most loyal audience and his warmest harbor...
and many more!
Holy shit! I still have a grandma!
"Damn it! How could I forget my grandma?!" Macallan was on the verge of death, but he still had the energy to complain to himself in his heart.
He was a little speechless at his own untimely awakening - could it be that a person's mind becomes unusually active before death?
It was Grandma! It was Grandma's love and encouragement that sustained him through those long, cold, and hopeless nights after his parents were assassinated by the secret party...
"Huh?" Macallan's eyes, almost covered by the whites, trembled violently!
Deep in the pupils, a faint light struggled to light up!
'its not right! ’
That voice just now...was that grandma calling me? If I were dead...my thoughts would cease...why am I still complaining?!
Gradually, the empty whiteness that represented death before my eyes was seeping with a few faint but real colors!
His blurred vision seemed to catch a glimpse of... the outline of a glass on the shelf in front of him!
"I remember now!" Although Macallan's vision was still blurry, his consciousness was like a shot of adrenaline, and he instantly broke free from the quagmire of chaos!
"I still have to...save the world!" The shattered fragments of consciousness frantically pieced together! "Grandma is still waiting for me, her eldest grandson, to come back and take care of her!"
"I've never even been in a relationship! At least... at least give her a kiss before I die! Otherwise, my life... would be such a fucking loss, right?!"
An indescribable force erupted from the depths of his dying body like a volcanic eruption! It was the desire to survive, the call of his grandmother, and the reluctance to live an unfinished life!
He suddenly raised his still-movable arm, and his five fingers gripped the bottom of the glass like a pair of iron pliers! He exerted the last bit of his strength and twisted his waist fiercely!
"Fuck you Ryan!!!"
Accompanied by a curse that was roared out with all his life, the heavy glass, carrying all of Macallan's anger, humiliation and unwillingness, smashed down on Ryan's hideous face like a cannonball!
"You fucking strangled me!!!"