socalfunplaces Chapter 55 If You Run, I Run Too
Chapter 55 If You Run, I Run Too
Chapter 55 If You Run, I Run Too
After running a long distance with their heads down, they came to a slightly open area and took a short break. However, when they looked around, they were completely lost.
Sirens blared from all directions, and police officers shouted sternly through loudspeakers. Screams, crashes, and cries of pain rose and fell. People helped their wounded comrades and hurriedly headed in different directions. The two looked at each other, never expecting to find themselves back near the open battlefield.
The skinhead who had been chasing them had already run down the stairs. The two of them didn't dare to linger and continued forward to the next intersection. Suddenly, they saw a police car blocking the middle of the road on their left, with the policeman in the driver's seat talking into the car's walkie-talkie.
Overjoyed, the two waved their arms and ran and jumped towards the police car, shouting, "Police! Police! Help!"
The policeman who had been shouting paused, dropped his walkie-talkie, climbed out of the car, and gestured for them to stop with his left hand while his right hand rested on his gun holster: "Don't move!"
The two men jumped back to their feet. Hu Yi took off his hat, raised his hands, and shouted, "No fighting! No fighting! We are Chinese! Students!"
Li Baoqing also threw off his hat, pointed to his black hair, and said, "Chinese people don't fight! We want peace!"
In Moscow, Chinese people are relatively law-abiding. Although they may occasionally engage in minor misdeeds and crimes, they rarely cause trouble in groups, and even less so participate in large-scale brawls. The policeman relaxed his posture slightly, but still kept waving his hands: "Go! Go! Get out of here!"
Li Baoqing pointed repeatedly behind him, shouting, "Skinheads, behind us! Attack us!"
As soon as the back door of the car opened, two more policemen emerged. One of them wasn't wearing a hat, and his forehead was covered in blood. He stuffed a blood-soaked handkerchief into his pocket and shouted sternly, "Get out of here! There are even more skinheads around here! We can't guarantee your safety!"
Before the words were even finished, three Turks, looking disheveled, came running frantically towards the police car from the opposite direction, followed by a dozen bald men wielding chains in hot pursuit. The police quickly got into the car, slammed the doors shut, and shouted through the loudspeaker, "Everyone stop immediately! Stand still!"
The bald men ignored them completely and spurred the Turks around the police car and rushed over. Hu Yi and Li Baoqing were terrified. When they looked back and saw that the bald men chasing them were getting closer and closer, they had no choice but to turn around and run down another road.
The two ran aimlessly for a while, when suddenly they found that there were more and more people around them. People with hair and those without hair were fighting each other like madmen. Hu Yi and Li Baoqing, who had taken off their hats, suddenly became particularly conspicuous. Some bloodthirsty bald men rushed over with strange noises as soon as they saw them, leaving the two with nowhere to run.
After navigating several turns among a cluster of low-rise buildings, Li Baoqing was panting heavily and drenched in sweat, but still had some energy left. Hu Yi, on the other hand, was already seeing stars, his mouth was dry, his legs were weak, and his lungs were heaving like bellows.
Just as the skinheads were still relentlessly pursuing them, two police sirens suddenly sounded in the distance ahead. They sounded somewhat deep and piercing, quite different from the sharp sirens of ordinary police cars.
The two turned their heads and saw several teams of riot police wearing helmets and masks and carrying tempered shields running into the main battlefield in the open space from several directions, waving batons and beginning to disperse the crowd.
The moment the riot police arrived, the situation changed dramatically. Both sides crumbled under the overwhelming force of the police, scattering in all directions. Li Baoqing, tears welling in his eyes, reached out and grabbed the staggering Hu Yi: "Quick, go find the police!"
"Wait—wait a minute." Hu Yi pointed forward breathlessly. He saw that wherever the riot police went, anyone who dared to approach was immediately beaten down with a few sticks and subdued on the spot.
In some Western European countries, the military and police often act with extreme restraint and timidity when carrying out repression, fearing that if they use too much force, it will give some media outlets something to criticize.
Russian police didn't care about any of that. Besides, they weren't facing a protesting crowd, but a large-scale brawl between skinheads and foreigners. So they showed no mercy, acting like they were on steroids, giving no chance to anyone who dared to approach.
"Police are clearing the area! They'll beat anyone they see! If you get caught, you won't be able to explain yourself! Don't, don't go that way!" Hu Yi shouted hoarsely, "This way!"
Riot police dispersed the large group in the center of the site, reorganized their ranks, and began to slowly advance in groups to the surrounding areas. Many Turks, Azerbaijanis, Georgians, Chechens, and skinheads who had been driven away poured into the complex. When they met, fights were inevitable, and the surrounding area was in complete chaos.
Hu Yi and Li Baoqing fled through the crowd when they suddenly heard a loud, hoarse voice crying out from the roadside ahead, "Let me go! I was just passing by! Oh dear! My new clothes that my mother bought me are dirty! Worn! Please have mercy! Stop hitting me!"
Hu Yi glanced at him quickly and saw Wu Ga, dressed in a suit and tie, lying on the ground with his hands covering his head, while a bald man straddled him, swinging his fists left and right, thoroughly enjoying himself. Li Baoqing rushed over and kicked the bald man in the shoulder, shouting to Wu Ga, "Run!"
The bald man was kicked so hard he flipped over and landed on his back. Hu Yi followed up and stomped on his face, panting as he added:
quick!"
Uga lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, when suddenly he felt a lightness on his body, as if someone had said something. He immediately stopped crying, and mustered his courage to turn around. He saw the bald man who had just beaten him lying on the ground, covering his face and groaning in pain. There was chaos all around, with people scattering and running for their lives. He didn't know who had rescued him. Without thinking too much, he quickly wiped away his tears and followed a few hairy figures into a small alley.
Hu Yi and Li Baoqing ran a few dozen meters and looked back. Wu Ga had already left his original position, but he hadn't followed.
"Where is he?" Li Baoqing, drenched in sweat, anxiously looked around with his hands on his hips. Hu Yi bent over, pressing his throbbing legs, too exhausted to utter a single word. Just as he opened his mouth to catch his breath, he saw the bald men who had been chasing them earlier emerge from around the corner, pointing at the two of them and shouting, before rushing towards them again.
"What's going on?!" Li Baoqing yanked Hu Yi: "Get up! Run!"
Hu Yi, head drooping, stumbled and ran for dozens of meters, his legs almost cramping, nearly falling several times. In a daze, he heard Li Baoqing point ahead and shout, "Ahead! Ahead! The road!"
Hu Yi looked up and saw a wide road stretching out in the distance. He gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could behind Li Baoqing, finally reaching the roadside in one breath. He then grabbed Li Baoqing's shoulder and gasped for breath.
"Where do you think you're going?" Li Baoqing shouted. Hu Yi's vision was blurry; he could only see dense crowds on both sides and couldn't make out the situation. He simply pointed to the other side of the road: "Cross the road!"
Many years later, many Chinese netizens jokingly refer to the brave and warlike Russians as the "fighting nation." In fact, due to the high rate of higher education in Russia, the vast majority of ordinary people, while naturally courageous, are not uncivilized or belligerent.
Compared to the somewhat sarcastic nickname "fighting nation," Russians are known worldwide for two characteristics: a love of strong liquor and a love of fast driving.
The vehicles on this road are a perfect example. It's just an ordinary eight-lane urban road, only the traffic lights are spaced a little further apart, yet the Russians are driving it like a highway. Drivers are racing each other, scrambling to make up for lost time caused by inefficient bureaucracy.
"Cross the road?" Li Baoqing hesitated for a moment. Cars were speeding past one after another, which was quite frightening. Looking behind him, seven or eight bald men had caught up to within ten meters, their ferocious faces clearly visible.
"Go!" Hu Yi seized the opportunity and rushed off the sidewalk. Li Baoqing followed closely behind. The two dodged and weaved among the speeding vehicles, like nimble rugby players dodging enemy pursuit. They ran, stopped, yielded, and zigzaggled in one smooth motion, advancing in a serpentine pattern towards the other side.
The drivers on the road barely had time to react. The faster cars honked their horns and sped past, while the slower ones, in their shock and anger, didn't forget to lean out and shout a few curses. Unfortunately, most of the profanities were carried away by the wind, and only a few words reached the two people's ears.
The two disheveled men leaped onto the sidewalk with the momentum of a 100-meter sprinter, staggering back to look at the bald men who had been chasing them. They saw the men standing on the other side of the road, staring blankly at them, with no intention of catching up at all.
Russians rarely jaywalk. Even the most ruthless skinheads are taught from a young age to obey traffic rules, using underpasses when crossing the street, and waiting patiently for traffic lights where none exist. Those bald men on the other side of the road had probably never crossed such a wide, fast-moving road before, and could only watch helplessly as the traffic flowed by, not daring to cross the line.
Hu Yi and Li Baoqing looked at each other and burst into laughter. In their childhood, cars were scarce in their hometown, and traffic laws and traffic lights were basically only used to regulate vehicles. For many pedestrians, especially mischievous and daring children, crosswalks were practically useless, and jaywalking was commonplace.
It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature; habits formed in childhood are very difficult to change. Although the number of motor vehicles in Chinese cities expanded rapidly after middle school, many children who grew up in that era still often wandered freely through traffic.
Since arriving in Russia, the two have tried their best to adapt to local customs in all aspects, and they also strictly abide by traffic rules when crossing the road. However, the situation was urgent just now, and unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this much-despised bad habit of traffic actually allowed them to escape successfully.
"Hahaha, a bunch of idiots! Hahahaha!" Li Baoqing laughed wildly, waving his fists and shouting across the street, "You sons of bitches! Come on over here if you dare!"