Chapter 1 The Chase

On the highway at night, red and blue police lights flashed, and sirens wailed incessantly.

Due to the thunderstorms, the police couldn't mobilize helicopters to pursue Feng Bujue and Hill, so they could only try to intercept them on the ground.

And that...gave the two of them an opportunity.

Under Feng Bujue's guidance, Hill skillfully broke through several police roadblocks, successfully driving the car into the city.

Reaching the complex terrain of the city, Jue Ge used the time difference while the police were tightening the encirclement to abandon the car with Hill and escape into the night.

However, leaving the car didn't mean they were safe... Due to the weather, 98% of the people in the city were indoors, and there were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the streets. Although Feng Bujue and Hill got out of the car, they were still within the police encirclement, and a slight carelessness could lead to their capture.

"Haa...haa...what should we do now?" Hill asked, panting, and asked Jue Ge how to proceed.

Compared to this perpetually drunk homeless man, Feng Bujue's physical strength was much better. Even though his body had shrunk, he didn't gasp for breath. "I'm very familiar with the American police's methods of catching criminals. When they have enough manpower, they usually make a 'pocket', driving the prey into it, and then tightening the pocket... to catch them all at once." He replied calmly, "This tactic is very oppressive, and the efficiency and success rate are good, but...it also has obvious weaknesses."

"What...what is it?" Hill asked anxiously.

Now, Hill was no longer surprised that Jue Ge could say such things. He only hoped that Mr. F could lead him to escape.

"In this confrontation, what is the fundamental difference between the police and the criminals?" Feng Bujue didn't answer Hill's question, but instead threw one back.

"Difference? Of course, one is running, and one is chasing." Hill casually gave an answer.

"Heh..." Feng Bujue chuckled, not commenting on Hill's answer, and continued, "It's psychological advantage... Mr. Hill." He glanced at Hill, "Take you as an example. At this moment, you have naturally classified yourself as the 'running' side and the police as the 'chasing' side. Because of this, you will be caught."

"But that's the truth..." Hill replied.

"Then tell me, why can you only run?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Because they have more people and guns!" Hill replied confidently.

"Having more people is also relative." Feng Bujue continued, "Specifically... before their 'pocket' tightens, as long as we don't get close to the main force responsible for 'driving', we can choose any other direction to go forward, and at most we will encounter two police cars... or even one police car blocking us." He paused, "That is to say, the number is two against two."

"But they have..." Hill was about to emphasize the enemy's force, but he saw Jue Ge next to him take out a strangely shaped device from his bag, and he immediately changed his words, "Uh... what is this?"

"Composite anti-gravity catapult." Feng Bujue announced the name of this item, successfully shocking Hill, an ordinary person whose consciousness was still stuck in the eighties.

"This...is it more powerful than a gun?" Hill asked after looking at it for two seconds.

"Its power is close to that of a nineteenth-century large-caliber cannon." Feng Bujue replied.

Hearing this, Hill swallowed. "I see..."

"Most small thieves find it difficult to escape once they are targeted by the police." Feng Bujue continued, "On the other hand, those notorious Jiang Yang bandits... often manage to escape successfully. The reason... in addition to the gap in equipment and personal ability, the mentality is fundamental." As he said this, he led Hill through an alley and ran towards the bottom of an overpass, "Only when you knock down the wall in your mind, do you truly have a chance to overcome the obstacles in reality."

A minute later, the two had passed under the overpass and arrived at the entrance of a used car dealership.

Screech--

No sooner said than done, a police car suddenly rushed out of the small road in front of them, the driver stepping on the brakes and performing a beautiful drift, blocking their way forward.

The next second, two police officers quickly opened the car doors and got out without turning off the engine, aiming their guns at Jue Ge and Hill.

"Police! Put your hands up! Put your hands on your head..."

Bang--

One of the police officers didn't even have time to finish speaking before he was hit by a roadside trash can.

And the person who "launched" that trash can... was naturally Feng Bujue. He had already reacted the moment the police car rushed out, and used the catapult to attach a nearby "ammunition" as quickly as possible.

The catapult is different from a gun... as long as the object it launches is large enough, it doesn't need to be aimed very accurately, and a casual shot can still hit the target with reasonable accuracy.

"Damn it!" Watching his partner being directly knocked unconscious by the flying trash can, the other police officer on the other side of the police car quickly crouched down, using the hood as cover, resting his gun on the hood, and shouted at Jue Ge and Hill, "Put down your weapons! Or I'll shoot!"

"Put down your weapons, or I'll kill your partner." Feng Bujue was completely unmoved. He turned around and used the catapult to attach another "ammunition" (still a trash can), raised it in front of him, and threatened the police officer on the opposite side, "You give me shut up!" Jue Ge used his ten-year-old body to shout louder than the other party, interrupting him with all his might, "I'll count to three! If you don't come out and surrender before I finish counting... this trash can in front of me will hit your unconscious partner at a speed of 300 meters per second. He'll either die or be disabled for life!"

"Officer... I think you better do what he says..." Hill had already bent down and hid behind a low wall on the side of the road. Hearing the conversation outside, he raised his voice and shouted to the police officer, "... This kid can do anything! I advise you not to anger him!"

"One!" Before Hill finished speaking, Feng Bujue had already started counting.

The police officer hiding behind the police car was under great pressure at this time... First of all, he still hadn't reacted to what had just happened. Secondly, although he was holding a gun and aiming at where Jue Ge was standing, he could only see a trash can in his sight...

Obviously, Feng Bujue had already thought of a perfect countermeasure before taking action. The trash can used as "ammunition" was floating right in front of him, covering most of his ten-year-old body. In addition, because the police officer was squatting behind the car aiming, the angle of shooting was also limited... Overall, even if the police officer really fired, the probability of Jue Ge being hit was very low.

"Two!" Feng Bujue quickly counted the second number, not giving the other party any extra time to think.

"Okay! Okay! I'll come out! Don't mess around!" Under heavy pressure, the police officer compromised.

He said a few words loudly, then raised the gun in his hand, slowly stood up straight, and moved around from behind the police car.

Normally speaking, the side controlling the situation should try to slow down the actions of the threatened side as much as possible to prevent the latter from playing any tricks.

However... Feng Bujue's choice this time was...

"Are you 【BEEP】ing constipated? I'll give you three seconds to stand out! Put the gun on the ground! Otherwise, I'll fire the cannon... One!" Jue Ge cursed repeatedly and started counting again.

The police officer really didn't expect this development and panicked a little: "Okay... calm down, I'll do it..." As he spoke, he took two steps forward quickly, bent down and put the gun on the ground.

Unexpectedly...

Bang--

The moment he bent down, Jue Ge unhesitatingly launched the trash can at him, knocking him unconscious.

When Hill heard the sound and peeked out from behind the low wall, Feng Bujue had already walked to the police car and taken the guns from the two police officers.

"Don't stand there, come and drive." Feng Bujue stuffed both guns into his pockets and turned to Hill.

"They..." Hill trotted over from a distance and looked down at the two policemen on the ground, "... are they dead?"

"It's okay, they're just unconscious, at most a slight concussion." Feng Bujue stated the terrifying lines very calmly.

He wasn't comforting Hill, but stating the facts... With the normal power of the catapult, attacking ordinary people at this distance was very likely to be fatal; but in this script, all of Feng Bujue's items, equipment, and skills were weakened along with his size, which allowed the two police officers to escape with their lives.

"3204, 3204, please respond, what's the situation over there? Over."

Just as Jue Ge and Hill got into the police car, the car's radio rang.

"What should we do?" Hill looked at Jue Ge in a panic, "They must have reported through the radio before driving out..."

"Then let's report again." Feng Bujue said, took out the [Deceptive Pocket Watch], brewed it in his mouth for a few seconds, then picked up the radio and said, "This is 3204, sorry... it was a false alarm, everything is normal here, over."

When Feng Bujue used the voice of the police officer to speak into the radio, Hill turned his head numbly and looked at Jue Ge with a look as if he was seeing God. However, he didn't interrupt, just twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and silently accepted this setting...

"Received, all units pay attention, the alarm at 3204 on the southwest side has been lifted, over." A response quickly came from the radio.

After hearing this, Feng Bujue satisfactorily hung up the radio and put away the Deceptive Pocket Watch. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the back of the chair: "Drive, lead the way."

............

9:20 PM, inside the castle.

After determining the policy of speeding up the pace, the Blade team's efficiency improved a lot.

After breaking out of the [Demon Castle Library], they passed through the [Ballroom] and [Palace of Dreams] areas, encountering countless monsters of all sizes, and brushing several small bosses.

Of course, for them, these were nothing... As Tanlang said, the difficulty of this process was nothing more than the level of an ordinary script.

Tanlang's previous reasoning was very accurate - Feng Bujue was indeed busy with other things at this time, and he had no intention of eliminating his opponents as soon as possible.

Seizing on this point... the three of the Blade team can be described as unstoppable, and in the blink of an eye, they killed their way to the [Garden of Oblivion].

"The monsters are really getting stronger and stronger..." After killing a giant rooster that could shoot petrifying rays from its eyes, Qisha's breathing finally became a little disordered.

"And speeding up the pace of the attack... does objectively consume more physical strength." Long Ge added.

"Don't worry... we've played so many matches..." Tanlang continued, "How many times have we encountered the enemy in a full state? Most of the time... the outcome is decided within five skills."

"That's true..." Qisha smiled bitterly, "The masters fight, life and death are instantaneous."

"Why don't I feel that way?" Long Ge laughed, "I often fight with masters for three hundred rounds before the outcome is decided."

"Heh..." Tanlang also laughed, "There are very few defensive fighting players like you among the top players. It's okay in Thriller Paradise... If you switch to another game, the viewing experience will be greatly reduced if there are players like you participating in the competition..."

While they were chatting, their pace under their feet didn't stop. At this point, another red door appeared in front of them.

After the three passed through another white corridor, the system prompt arrived as expected: [Clock Tower].

"Oh... we're here..." As soon as he heard the system prompt, Tanlang recited, "I have a deep impression of this map..." He paused for a second and recalled, "I remember when I played that Demon Castle game, I died here many times, so I looked up the strategy, and it was while looking up the strategy that I read some information about Demon Castle."

"Oh? In that case... are there many instant-death traps here?" Long Ge asked suspiciously.

"Or... are the monsters here particularly sharp?" Qisha also asked.

"Not really." Tanlang replied, "I realized later that the reason why I always died here... was just because I was clumsy."

"Tsk~" Long Ge and Qisha tsked in unison, and both gave their political commissar a disdainful look.

"But!" Every qualified political commissar will often use these two words in the middle and later stages of the conversation, and Tanlang is no exception, "According to my observation... we should be able to avoid fighting the boss of the Clock Tower."

As he spoke, he took out the "treasure map". At this time, many clear geometric figures actually appeared in the middle of the treasure map originally composed of graffiti, and the outlines that were drawn... were clearly every space they had passed along the way.