I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

Chapter 189

Nighthawk and Thorn drove to the library. The night was as dark as ink, and the surroundings were so quiet that it was frightening. The crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold light, but it could not illuminate every corner of the winding road ahead.

The car sped along the rugged mountain road, and the trees on the roadside were like silent guards, with dark shadows. The mountain wind whistled through the mountains and forests, making a gloomy whimper.

When the car reached the last bend, everything seemed calm.

However, at that moment, without any sign, a truck like a giant beast suddenly rushed out from the other side of the bend.

The truck was like a demon that suddenly jumped out of the dark abyss, carrying the momentum of destroying everything, and fiercely pounced on their car. Although Nighthawk had superb driving skills, at this critical moment, he reacted quickly and tried his best to twist the front of the car a few points.

But the big truck was so aggressive that he couldn't avoid it completely, and was eventually hit. At the last moment, Nighthawk relied on his extraordinary adaptability and years of driving experience to swerve the steering wheel, causing the car body to drift dangerously.

The car body drew a thrilling arc on the road, and the friction with the ground made a harsh sound, barely removing part of the impact force.

But in the end, the car still lost control and crashed into the guardrail on the left.

The huge crash instantly broke the silence of the night, and echoed in the empty night sky for a long time, like a thunderous explosion. The airbag popped out instantly, and the powerful impact made Nighthawk's eyes black.

He just felt that the whole world was spinning wildly, and there seemed to be countless bees buzzing in his head. After a long time, the car finally stopped.

Nighthawk's forehead was bleeding in the collision, and the bright red blood slid down his cheeks and dripped on his trembling hands, but fortunately, it was just some skin injuries.

Nighthawk endured the severe pain from all parts of his body and the dizziness in his head, and tried hard to wake himself up. After waking up, Nighthawk looked at the co-pilot immediately.

At this moment, Thorn seemed to be in a coma because of the violent impact.

Her head tilted to one side weakly, and there was also shocking blood on her forehead. Her face was as pale as paper, without any blood color, and her appearance was heartbreaking.

Nighthawk's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was grasped by an invisible giant hand, and fear instantly submerged his whole body and mind like a surging tide.

"Thorn! Thorn! Wake up!"

He shouted loudly at the top of his lungs, and the sound broke through the silent night with endless despair and pleading. While shouting, he trembled and tried to reach out to touch Thorn, wanting to confirm whether she was still breathing.

His voice became hoarse due to anxiety, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. His hands kept shaking, like dead leaves shivering in the cold wind, and his eyes were full of panic, which was a fear that had never appeared in his eyes.

"Thorn, you can't be in trouble, you must wake up!"

Nighthawk's voice was crying, and the cry sounded so miserable in the night sky.

He had never been so scared before. In previous missions, no matter what kind of danger he faced, even in the rain of bullets, on the verge of life and death, he could remain calm and firm, and never retreated or feared at all.

But at this moment, looking at the unconscious Thorn, he felt that the strength he had always maintained collapsed in an instant, as if the whole world was collapsing before his eyes.

Nighthawk kept calling Thorn's name, and the sound was particularly shrill in the silent night, like the blood of a cuckoo, and the sound was sad. He recalled every bit of his experience with Thorn. During those days of fighting side by side, they shuttled through the rain of bullets and protected each other; during those difficult and dangerous moments, they supported and relied on each other. Thorn's sudden confession before made ripples in his heart, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that his feelings for her had already taken deep root without knowing it.

He knew that if he lost Thorn, his life would no longer be complete, just like a flower without sunshine and a body without soul.

"Thorn, please, wake up! As long as you can wake up, I am willing to do anything! Even if it costs my life, I will not hesitate!"

Nighthawk's tears slid down his cheeks wantonly, dripping on his bloodstained clothes, smudged with traces of sadness.

His heart was like being pierced by thousands of arrows, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He just hoped that Thorn could wake up quickly and come back to him again.

After shouting continuously, Thorn finally woke up. In the depths of his hazy consciousness, Thorn vaguely heard the affectionate call of Nighthawk, and the feelings he had never heard before.

Those sincere words,Like the warm sunshine in spring, it melted her heart inch by inch. Jingzhi was moved and felt particularly warm in his heart, as if he was tightly wrapped by a warm current.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was Nighthawk's eyes full of concern and fear. Those eyes were full of anxiety and worry, as if she was his whole world.

Jingzhi said weakly: "I... I'm fine!"

Nighthawk was so excited when he heard her voice that he almost jumped up.

"Great, you woke up, it's really great!"

He held Jingzhi's hand tightly, as if she would disappear like a fragile treasure if he let go. His hands trembled slightly, conveying his inner excitement and relief.

At this time, Jingzhi touched his aching head, with a sly and tender look in his eyes, and asked Nighthawk again with concern:

"I just heard someone crying beside me in a daze. He also said that as long as I wake up, he would be willing to do anything for him..."

When Nighthawk heard this, he was stunned, his eyes rolled, and his heart was beating like a little rabbit, but he pretended to be calm on the surface, and hurriedly said: "You may be hallucinating. When the human brain is hit, it is easy to produce some inexplicable hallucinations. I was by your side just now, and I didn't hear these words."

Nighthawk looked serious and his acting skills were compelling, but his slightly red ears betrayed his nervousness.

Jingzhi looked at Nighthawk with a suspicious expression, his mouth corners slightly raised, and he laughed secretly in his heart: This guy, he clearly said it, but he didn't admit it.

But she didn't point it out, just snorted: "Oh? Is it really an auditory hallucination?"

Nighthawk coughed lightly, trying to hide his panic, and said: "It must be an auditory hallucination, but this is normal. We are both fine now, so let's get out quickly."

After saying that, Nighthawk forced a change of subject and immediately climbed out of the car window first.

Jingzhi laughed secretly in his heart, and then climbed out of the damaged car.

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