Chapter 1 Escape

On his escape route, Fang Senyan passed a convenience store and casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water and some adhesive bandages, tossing a ten-dollar bill to the owner to keep him quiet. Three minutes later, the blood on his face had been washed away, the wounds covered with bandages, and he turned into a bustling market, blending into the crowd. However, after the previous chase and fight, Fang Senyan's health had dropped below 50%. Facing these fearless FBI elite agents, he couldn't be as carefree as he was with the Los Angeles police.

Several hundred meters behind, three more elite FBI members were looking around, having placed a tracker in the box containing the cobalt steel alloy exoskeleton. This allowed them to locate Fang Senyan's approximate position, but the tragic death of their comrade made them hesitant to advance rashly.

Fang Senyan boarded the elevator to the fifth floor, with no intention of leaving the market. Most of the one-hour time limit had already passed. Even if the entire Los Angeles police force arrived and surrounded the place — and there were probably tens of thousands of people in this market — it would be enough to hold out until the time came to return to the Nightmare Space. Therefore, Fang Senyan was focusing on the notification he received after killing the FBI elite agent.

"You have obtained a Key (White) x1."

"You have killed a Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite). Do you want to spend 100 Universal Points to learn their detailed information?"

"Title: Friend of Evil, completion progress 10/50."

It seemed that the FBI agent (Elite) was comparable to the Delta Force, equivalent to the strength of five Los Angeles police officers. For Fang Senyan, there was no time to open the key now. What if the enemies came chasing after the box was summoned? Would he run or not? Fang Senyan didn't believe he was strong enough to face the five persistent pursuers behind him head-on (he didn't know that two of them had already stopped).

Regarding the second notification, he hesitated for a moment but chose to spend 100 Universal Points to learn the information. Even though most of the hour had passed, unexpected events might still occur. After all, knowing oneself and one's enemy leads to victory. It would be foolish to be penny-wise and pound-foolish over 100 Universal Points.

After choosing to pay 100 Universal Points, Fang Senyan obtained a series of detailed information.

Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite)

Basic Parameters

Height: 170~190 cm

Weight: 70~90 kg

Strength: No less than 8 points

Agility: No less than 7 points

Intelligence: No less than 7 points

Spirit: No less than 5 points

Charisma: No less than 5 points

Stamina: No less than 6 points

Perception: No less than 6 points

No single basic attribute exceeds 10 points, and the total of all attribute points does not exceed 45 points.

Occupation Extra Talent Ability: Well-Trained (Extra 100 Health Points)

All FBI agents have undergone rigorous screening and training, and those who are evaluated as elite have additional stamina bonuses.

Standard Configuration Weapons:

Glock 17 9mm pistol

Manganese carbon steel dagger

M10 Ingram submachine gun (requires application before carrying)

Standard Configuration Armor: Kevlar ceramic fiber bulletproof vest

Attached Equipment (Chance of Carrying)

Infrared Imager

Button Bug

Button Tracker

Signal Capture Device (Effective within three kilometers)

Mastered Abilities:

Close Combat Mastery

Light Firearm Mastery

Semi-Automatic Firearm Mastery

Vehicle Driving Mastery

Sniping Ability (Rarely Mastered)

Mastery of a single ability does not exceed Lv4, and the cumulative level of three abilities does not exceed Lv15.

(For example, the previous whiskey-nosed Jess: Close Combat Mastery Lv2, Light Firearm Mastery Lv3, Semi-Automatic Firearm Mastery Lv2, Vehicle Driving Mastery Lv4. No elite agent will have Lv5 abilities.)

"No wonder," Fang Senyan shook his head slightly. He had noticed that the whiskey-nosed agent was very resistant to attacks during their fight. He was almost comparable to some professional fighting athletes, and it turned out that the "Well-Trained" ability was the reason. If the iron pipe hadn't pierced his chest so fiercely at the end, he might not have been able to kill him.

Fang Senyan was now standing on the third floor of the market, leaning against a pillar plastered with a Madonna poster. Most of his body was hidden behind it, with only his face peeking down, taking in the actions of the three FBI agents who were chasing him. He let out a soft breath, suppressing the thought of continuing the ambush. One should never do things that exceeded one's limits. Fang Senyan doubted that he could win against two FBI agents at the same time, let alone considering the consequences of attracting the Delta Force! He didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed the black briefcase, and turned to walk towards the crowded area.

But even though Fang Senyan had the idea of retreating, these three FBI agents were not willing to let him go! For them, there was no turning back. If they couldn't capture Fang Senyan and had lost a colleague in the process, they would become a laughingstock in the entire system. When the detector showed Fang Senyan's location, the three of them immediately split up and rushed forward, doing something that Fang Senyan hadn't expected!

They opened fire!

Normally, when gunshots rang out, the first reaction of shoppers wouldn't be to crouch down with their hands on their heads, but to run frantically towards the exits, causing a large-scale riot and even stampedes. This would make it easier for the hunted criminal to escape in the chaos.

But for these FBI agents, who were filled with anger, any stampedes could be handed over to the Los Angeles Police Department to clean up. They could use the excuse of "performing national security affairs" to get away with it. Furthermore, the detectors in their hands could grasp Fang Senyan's approximate direction. As long as they blocked the market exits, they wouldn't have to worry about losing him. Although the gunfire would cause a brief period of chaos, it would result in a thorough cleanup in ten minutes, which was much better than searching aimlessly in the vast crowd.

Sharp gunshots rang out continuously, and the chandeliers at the top of the market shattered, scattering into countless glittering shards. Cries and shouts rose and fell, and large numbers of people were jammed at the market exits. Several people lost their footing and fell to the ground, eventually being trampled by countless feet. Initially, there was struggling and screaming, but gradually they became still. Faced with this situation, the three FBI agents showed no sign of emotion. They simply pressed their hands on their holstered guns, staring intently at the exits. Another agent was focused on the detector, closely monitoring Fang Senyan's possible movements.

"He's coming!" The agent holding the detector, a Chinese American named Sun Zhongwen, suddenly whispered with indescribable hatred in his voice. "He's slowly approaching here, it looks like he's going to charge straight through."

His two companions didn't answer, but their eyes began to flash with the look of hungry wolves in the snow spotting prey, and they quietly released the safeties on their weapons. These CIA agents were extremely capable, and their status in the country was at its peak. This time, six of them were tasked with capturing one person, which they had assumed would be an easy task. But not only had they failed to capture the person, but a colleague had also died in the pursuit! If this got out, the entire FBI's face would be lost, and the reputations of those involved would be ruined!

The only thing that could wash away this shame was the blood of the criminal!

The cursor on the detector flickered continuously, and the alarm sound indicating the target's approach became more frequent. The three exchanged glances, and a sense of tension and anticipation welled up in their hearts. They focused their attention on a point ten meters away. There, the crowd was thinning out, and the pedestrians were sparse. There was an old woman staggering and wearing a headscarf, a man running with his head covered by a hooded jacket, and a pale-faced black woman trembling from head to toe. As the crowd thinned out, they could see that the mysterious man was carrying a familiar black briefcase!

Even though the man's clothing didn't match the person they were chasing, the three FBI agents simultaneously aimed their guns at the man and shouted sternly:

"Raise your hands, and squat against the wall!"

The man was stunned for a moment, standing there numbly. The three FBI agents didn't plan to capture him alive and pulled the trigger directly. The man was immediately riddled with seven or eight bloody holes, and his whole body staggered backward. His face was filled with pain, anger, confusion, and an innocent expression until he fell to the ground and died!

"Is... is it over?" The three FBI agents couldn't help but feel a little lost. At that moment, the "old woman" who had approached them suddenly leapt up, the sound of clothing tearing being clearly audible. He threw off the wig on his head and waved his hand, and immediately a cloud of gray dust covered the three FBI agents!

In fact, Fang Senyan's disguise was very clumsy, merely grabbing a wig and a floral brown dress worn by the elderly when the chaos started. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell with a glance. It was just that the three FBI agents' minds were almost entirely attracted by the black briefcase carried by the man, which was like a thorn in their side, so they were blinded by a leaf and made such a mistake.

The man whom Fang Senyan had pulled out to be a scapegoat wasn't a coincidence either. Fang Senyan had deliberately done it. After entering the market, he took advantage of the crowd to remove the transparent box containing the cobalt steel alloy exoskeleton from the black briefcase and put it back into a convenient and inconspicuous travel backpack.

In the discarded briefcase, he had placed all the cash he had on him – about several thousand dollars, a large stack in total – and Fang Senyan deliberately opened the bag, revealing the large amount of cash inside, then placed it in a conspicuous place. It wouldn't be long before someone greedy would take the bait.

As long as it wasn't a habitual thief, they would inevitably look flustered and suspicious after doing something like this. Combined with the briefcase that was like a thorn in the FBI's side, Fang Senyan was 70-80% certain that he could attract these guys' attention, especially since the person doing this was a young man of similar age to Fang Senyan, it was simply a match made in heaven.

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Today, I finished updating the Terminator part. Um, everyone, please check if you have any votes, and if you do, please cast them, haha.