I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 105: Chapter 95: Overcoming the Storm_l

Translator: 549690339

“Hey, what’s going on?”

As Harrison Clark anxiously searched for a taxi, Carrie Thomas finally answered the phone.

Harrison tried to make his voice sound calm, “Tell Susan Lambert to pull over immediately and stop on the emergency lane. I don’t need you guys to pick me up.”

Carrie asked in puzzlement, “Why?”

“No reason, I… I found a cab myself.”

Feeling a headache coming on, Carrie said, “Didn’t I tell you to wait? Jeez. You’re going to kill me… Never mind. Even if you got a cab, we can’t just stop on the side of the road. This is a high-speed elevated highway, we’d get a ticket if we stopped on the emergency lane!”

She had a straightforward personality and would have given anyone else a piece of her mind had they acted so unreasonably. But since it was Harrison, she showed some tolerance and didn’t reproach him too much, although she found it quite unreasonable.

“I… you…” Harrison stammered, unable to find the right words.

Should he tell her that Susan would have a car accident? That they would die?

If put in the same situation, he would have dismissed anyone saying such nonsense out of the blue as a lunatic.

“Anyway, Susan has to pick up her brother too, so let’s just leave it at that.”

After that, Carrie hung up the phone again.

The busy signal from the phone’s receiver echoed once more like the footsteps of the grim reaper, making Harrison’s hands and feet feel icy cold.

Finally, an empty taxi arrived in front of him and rolled down the window.

Harrison hurried over.

But he was promptly rejected. When he mentioned his destination, he realized that Carrie and Susan were on their way to the airport. If he asked the taxi to go back the same way, enter the highway from the other side, he would only arrive in time to collect their bodies. So he hoped the taxi could drive the wrong way instead, which was obviously refused.

After leaving the taxi, Harrison stood blankly by the bustling roadside, his mind blank.

The overwhelming feeling of helplessness that enveloped him was the same as when he faced the invaders in the future.

The painful sensation of knowing a disaster would occur at a certain moment but being unable to do anything or change anything gripped him.

But he never thought of giving up, as his mind raced and his eyes scanned frantically along the roadside.

It was then that he heard the roaring engine of a motorcycle.

Harrison looked over and saw a tall man in a leather jacket sitting on a heavy-duty motorbike

The man was watching a young woman walking out of the airport.

Revving the engine with his right hand, he certainly knew how to show off.

Noticing Harrison’s gaze, the man looked back and smirked arrogantly, his grin revealing the defiance common to speed racers.

Harrison also smiled.

He approached the motorcycle alongside the young woman.

“Bro, what’s your phone number?”contemporary romance

Harrison asked.

The man gestured for his female companion to get on the bike and asked, “What do you mean?”

“No big deal, I’m buying your bike. I’ll pay you back later!”

With a swift motion, Harrison grabbed the motorcycle key and pulled on the collar of the man’s jacket. Without much effort, he yanked the man off the bike and threw him to the ground.

“Ouch! What the hell?!”

As the man angrily stood up, Harrison was already on his bike.

“I’ll ask you one more time, what’s your phone number? I’ll give you triple the price later.”

“You crazy bastard! You think you can afford it?!”

Zoom.

“Then call the police.” Leaving that remark behind, Harrison sped away.

“Call the police! Hurry up! What the hell is this bastard doing? Wrong-way driving!”

Under the nearly collapsing gaze of the man, Harrison turned around and sped against the traffic on the emergency lane in the direction of the city from the airport.

He was extremely fast, with the throttle wide open, leaving a trail of white smoke behind him.

As expected of a high-end heavy motorcycle, its power was quite impressive, reaching a speed of over 62 miles per hour in less than four seconds.

Actually, Harrison didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle in the past, but that was nothing for him now.

In his fully activated state, his dynamic vision and neural response capabilities made him as good as a genuine Azure Dragon Armor warrior.

If he could control the Azure Dragon Armor, what was a mere motorcycle?

“What the hell is he doing? He’s going to crash into the toll station! Oh my god, my bike! Damn! That’s possible?”

As the young man who had his motorcycle stolen wailed and watched in astonishment, Harrison rushed to the toll station entrance.

He was in luck, as there was a space with no cars passing through.

Without any hesitation, he charged into the wrong lane.

The barrier blocked his path; if he continued on, he’d crash head-on.

Harrison focused, quickly simulating several strategies in his mind.

Lean low and rush through?

No good, still slightly too high.

So, fly over it!

He began to lift his legs, completely crouching on the bike seat, with his feet on either side of the rear seat cushion.

Just as the motorcycle reached the barrier, he lifted his hands, pushed off with both feet, and leaped up.

The bike smoothly passed under the barrier, while he jumped like a frog in mid-air, just barely clearing the barrier before landing back on the motorcycle and speeding off into the distance.

“Damn, that’s possible?”

The dumbfounded young man who was about to call the police couldn’t believe his eyes.

In this world, Harrison had been a law-abiding youth for over twenty years.

This was the first time he had committed a crime, and it was a big one.

Robbery, driving against traffic, speeding, forced entry…

His heart raced with nervousness, almost as fast as when he faced the end while wearing the Azure Dragon Armor thousands of years later.

But he was focused, since he knew he didn’t have much time left.

He squinted his eyes and scrutinized every car driver approaching along the emergency lane, afraid he would miss them and regret it forever.

Fortunately, within just five minutes, he easily identified the X3 Carrie was riding in among the oncoming traffic.

It wasn’t that his eyesight had become incredibly sharp; it was simply that he had noticed from afar that something was off with that car’s situationiThe elevated highway was a straight road, but that car suddenly swerved, first crashing diagonally into the guardrail and then bouncing back, wobbling for a second or two before its ESP stability system restored it to a stable state.

It couldn’t be a coincidence that there was a second car accident today; Carrie Thomas must be in that car.

Other vehicles on the road also noticed the abnormality of the car, either slowing down or speeding past to avoid it.

The X3’s collision was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing waves, disrupting the order and turning the originally orderly traffic into a chaotic whirlpool.

Without hesitation, Harrison Clark changed direction, crashing headlong into the whirlpool on his motorcycle and charging straight towards the still accelerating X3.

The motorcycle became a nimble fish in the traffic, weaving through the flow.

Finally, he got close to the X3 and went head-on.

Carrie Thomas was slowly struggling in the passenger seat, seemingly dazed from the previous collision.

The young woman in the driver’s seat was stiff all over, her head tilted back and leaning against the seat, her eyes closed and unconscious.

Harrison Clark, who had learned basic first aid knowledge in military training, immediately understood her condition; she was clearly in sudden shock.

The cause of Susan Lambert’s death had been solved.

She had been helping Carrie Thomas with her new song, working late and lacking sleep, pushing herself to her limit. While driving to the airport, she experienced sudden shock due to excessive fatigue.

If it had happened in an ordinary situation, she would have just fainted for a while and recuperated after a good rest, but she was driving at the time.

When the shock caused her body to stiffen, her foot not only failed to release from the accelerator, but it also continued to speed up!

That’s why Susan Lambert eventually crashed through the guardrail and fell off the elevated highway at the bend.

It was unclear how injured Carrie Thomas was, but it was unrealistic to expect her to save herself.

The distance between the X3 and the oncoming motorcycle was getting closer, soon to be less than one hundred meters.

Harrison Clark looked left and right, and at a distance of fifty meters between them, he suddenly turned the motorcycle’s head and slammed on the accelerator.

At the same time, he continuously lowered his center of gravity, changing from a straight line to lying down, pressing his weight lower than racing drivers do when making sharp turns on the track.

The rear wheel of the motorcycle rubbed the ground, emitting a thick, pungent white smoke, and the motorcycle’s body scraped out glittering sparks on the ground.

At a distance of twenty meters, Harrison Clark successfully turned the motorcycle’s head and went directly towards the X3.

However, he had to start accelerating again from zero, while the X3 had already reached a speed of over 150 km/h.

He accelerated again, catching up with the X3, overtaking it by about half a car length, slowly getting closer, and then reaching out with his right hand to grab the driver’s side door.

Failed, it wouldn’t open.

He didn’t know if it was locked from the inside or if the collision had caused a deformation of the components.

He clenched his right fist and smashed the glass.

The first punch failed to break it and almost caused him to lose balance.

Harrison Clark took a deep breath and then leaped from the motorcycle, slamming his left fist into the spot where his right fist had just struck.

His arm broke through the glass and reached inside the car.

His body lost acceleration and began to be pulled back by the oncoming wind.

At the same time, his left arm flexed again, exerting force to shatter the glass.

His left down jacket was torn, and the inside of his elbow was cut by the glass, but he managed to hang his left arm inside the car door.

The motorcycle fell, rolling forward and causing chaos for the incoming vehicles behind it.

Harrison Clark hung horizontally outside the car, his toes stepping on the doorstep outside the X3’s door and successfully stabilizing his position.

He continued to lean forward, carefully unlocking the car door from the inside with his right hand.

The lock clicked open.

With a powerful pull with his right hand, the car door opened a crack about as wide as two fists.

The wind was too strong, and the door was about to be blown shut.

He quickly stretched his knee forward, just managing to jam it into the gap.

The impact of the door closing pinched his knee painfully.

From then on, things became simple. Harrison Clark withdrew his right hand and grabbed the inside of the B-pillar, then withdrew his left hand and exerted force to open the car door, jumping in and sitting on Susan Lambert’s lap.

However, he was a little slow to withdraw his left leg, and his left ankle got pinched again.

At the moment when both of his hands were gripping the steering wheel, they were safe.

Feeling relieved, he took a long breath, used his right foot to push away Susan Lambert’s stiff foot that was still pressing on the accelerator, and then gently tapped the brakes to slow down.

At the same time, Harrison Clark looked at the situation behind them in the rearview mirror.

The motorcycle had already caught fire and exploded in the middle of the road, with vehicles behind it in complete disarray, not knowing how badly damaged they were but undoubtedly causing a chain of accidents.

Harrison Clark’s mood was complex.

He was worried about casualties.

It was only now that he worried.

However, if given another chance to choose, he would still do the same thing.

The importance of people differs; Carrie Thomas was too important and absolutely could not die.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Harrison Clark’s actions this time were influenced, more or less, by the future society.

Carrie Thomas finally came to her senses.

She rubbed her forehead and looked dazedly at Harrison Clark.

She blankly said,

“Am I dead? Is this heaven?”

Harrison Clark managed a smile, not answering her.

He was in a hurry to stop the car and run back to check on the accident.

However, Carrie Thomas’ words had somewhat touched him.

“Even if I die and go to heaven, I can still run into you, Harrison Clark; you really don’t leave my side, do you?”

Carrie Thomas mumbled again.

Harrison Clark:

Your gratitude sure is unique.

“No, you’re not dead, I came to save you.”

As the vehicle came to a steady stop, he said as much.

At the same time, he opened the car door and prepared to get out, feeling more and more complicated.

Robbery, dangerous driving, resisting arrest, causing a chain of accidents…

Sigh, how many years will I get?

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