"parking!"
After turning a block, a police hoverbike suddenly came around from behind and stopped the tram. The patrolman wearing large sunglasses and a white safety helmet got into the car and glanced left and right. Chen Xing lowered his head, looking past the newspaper in his hand and staring at the patrolman's leather boots.
As long as the opponent makes the slightest movement, he will launch a thunderous strike. Fortunately, the patrolman only stayed for a short while, turned around and got out of the car, and seemed to find nothing unusual.
Chen Xing closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. But at this moment, my scalp suddenly felt a slight sting. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the patrolman looking at him. He was suddenly startled, and subconsciously looked at his chest, which was covered in blood.
Oops!
The patrol officer got back into the car and walked towards Chen Xing.
"you!"
When he got closer, the patrolman pointed at Chen Xing. Chen Xing put down the newspaper and showed a puzzled expression. The patrol officer's face under his sunglasses tensed up for a moment, and he subconsciously looked at the portable screen in his hand. Taking advantage of the former's distraction, Chen Xing jumped up and struck out with an elbow.
An ordinary person hits a safety helmet with 2.5 times the force. The patrolman tilted his neck, foamed at the mouth, and fainted.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Chen Xing jumped off the tram and rode on the suspended locomotive that had not yet turned off. He turned the accelerator and rushed towards the city hall. Now that the matter has come to this, there is no way to hide, so we can only force our way through.
"Woo..."
Minutes later, shrill air raid sirens sounded throughout the city. Immediately afterwards, all the LCD screens on the street turned red. Lines of white fonts flashed quickly, accompanied by rapid announcements.
"Warning, warning!"
"The criminal appeared in the eighth block of the dock area. He has just hijacked a police motorcycle and is moving towards the central area."
"The criminal is classified as extremely dangerous. Once you find the target, please report the location to the police immediately."
Chen Xing was quickly recognized by passers-by on the street, and they all screamed and ran away. In less than two minutes, his real-time image appeared on the screen on the street, constantly switching perspectives, and chasing after him.
Seeing himself on the screen, Chen Xing felt huge despair. But he still bit the bullet, tightened the accelerator as hard as he could, and rushed towards the city hall.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Patrol policemen kept appearing in front, pulling out their pistols and shooting at him. Bullets came towards me, causing sparks to fly from the front of the car. Chen Xing ignored him, gripped the handlebars tightly, and rampaged down the street. As soon as the motorcycle passed by, the patrolmen turned around and shot.
"puff!"
While galloping, a huge force suddenly struck. He jumped forward involuntarily and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He realized immediately that he had been shot. He endured the severe pain in his back, took control of the motorcycle, and continued to sprint forward.
Fortunately, the patrolman's pistols used less powerful round-nose bullets. He had 25 points of strength, and his muscle strength was 2.5 times that of an ordinary person. The bullet did not penetrate the muscles in his back and entered his lungs, so he could still breathe.
Every time he passed a block, several patrol officers rushed out, hid behind cover and shot at him. At this moment, he was like a rat walking through the streets, with sticks constantly falling in front of and behind him, and he was in a hurry.
When he rushed to the trade market in the central area, he had been shot more than ten times and was covered in blood. The trade market was busy with suspended trucks and people everywhere. Due to excessive blood loss, Chen Xing's vision became increasingly blurred and his reactions became slower and slower. Inadvertently, he hit a passing hover car and flew more than ten meters away.
He rolled up on the ground, and the people around him moved out of the way, looking at him with eyes full of fear and vigilance. He stood up unsteadily, turned around and saw a clothing store, rushed in and slammed the door.
There were no customers in the store, only a young waitress. About Mo was in his early twenties and looked at him in panic. Chen Xing stumbled over and grabbed her collar. His hands were covered with blood, and the waitress turned pale with fear and screamed loudly.
"don't want!"
"Shut up!" Chen Xing spat blood and said viciously, "Ask me to kill you again!" While speaking, he pulled out the silver star and pointed at the other person's head, "Did you hear that?"
The waitress's body stiffened, and there was a warmth coming from below.
"Close the door!" Chen Xing said as he let go of the waitress, pulled off a travel windbreaker from the plastic mannequin, and entered the cloakroom.
After a while, a traveler wearing a round-brimmed hat and a windbreaker came out of the back door of the clothing store, blended into the crowd, and walked toward the white buildings at the foot of the mountain.
This man was none other than Chen Xing who had changed his appearance, and his backpack and firearms were all left in the cloakroom. Now that life is almost gone, external possessions no longer matter.
He felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with lead. The bullet tore through his muscles and blood poured out. What was supporting him at this moment was just the human survival instinct. He would fall to the ground with just one breath of relief.
The distance of more than a thousand meters became extremely far. A strong feeling of dizziness came over me, the road slowly twisted and deformed, and the sounds in my ears suddenly became louder and softer. This was a sign of fainting, and he had to speed up.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
There was a rough shout from behind. Several patrolmen pushed past him and ran forward.
Chen Xing followed behind, walking unsteadily. Time passed by, and the towering glass door got closer and closer. That was the entrance to the city hall. As long as he walked in, he would be safe. If the old monster didn't lie to him...
"The one in front, stop!"
When he was still more than ten meters away from the gate, a patrolman suddenly stopped him. Victory was close at hand. He gritted his teeth, gathered his last strength, and rushed towards the door.
"Bang bang bang!"
The patrolman immediately opened fire. The bullet hit the wound and penetrated the lung. He staggered and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
The serious injury aroused his blood, and he ran forward desperately. Pedestrians at the entrance avoided each other. He rushed into the hall and roared in a heart-breaking voice: "I killed the nobles, I killed that bitch named Yang, come and catch me!"
Then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
The body is light and airy, as if floating in the void. Boundless darkness enveloped him, time lost its meaning, and it just floated...
"Didi... didi... didi..."
After an unknown amount of time, a small voice came from the depths of the darkness. It was blurry at first, then gradually became clearer as time went by, and then he opened his eyes.
The surrounding area was completely white, and all I could see was something shaking.
"He's awake!" "He's really awake. Go and call Alan over."
His head seemed to be filled with paste and he couldn't understand what others were saying. Gradually, his vision returned. His mouth was covered with a respirator and his body was covered with tubes. It was as if his body was not his own and he couldn't even move a finger.
Several doctors in white coats stood at the end of the bed, looking at him nervously. Several nurses were busy beside the bed, their breasts dangled in front of their eyes, and there was a faint sweet fragrance.
He couldn't help but admire himself for being able to think about women at this time.
Behind the doctor, standing against the wall, were four guards with serious faces. He was wearing a neat military uniform, with three badges hanging on his right side. He put his hands behind his back and spread his feet naturally, looking like he was ready for battle.
"Sir, how do you feel?" The nurse standing at the bedside bent down, showing her white teeth, and asked with concern, "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"
Chen Xing shook his head.
"If you need anything, please let me know." The nurse said with a very respectful attitude. This made Chen Xing a little flattered. Isn't he a criminal? He remembered that just a moment ago, he was being chased by patrol police all over the city. When did the treatment of criminals become so good?
Not long after, several doctors came to the bedside surrounded by a priest from the Holy Light Church. The priest was very tall, with a square face and small eyes. He was wearing dark blue priest robes and holding a black book in his hand. His expression was gentle and calm.
"Mr. Chen Xing, I am Alan, the fast healer of the Holy Light Church. I am very happy to serve you." After saying that, he bowed to Chen Xing, then put down the black book that symbolized the identity of the Holy Light believer, and his hands were filled with tears. A green light came out and was placed on Chen Xing.
In an instant, a stream of clear water flowed from the place Alan touched to his limbs, feeling extremely comfortable. A few minutes later, Chen Xing felt that the wound on his body was itching and felt very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Chen Xing, please be patient, you will be fine soon." Alan said.
After a while, the wound no longer itched. Alan retracted his hands, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the handkerchief handed by the doctor next to him, picked up the black book next to him, and said to Chen Xing, "Mr. Chen Xing, my treatment has been completed." It's over. Rest for twenty minutes and you will be able to move freely." Then he said with concern, "But don't eat spicy food these days, try to eat something light and let your body recover gradually."
"Thank you." Chen Xing opened his mouth and found that he could speak. It seemed that the injury to his lungs had healed.
"Mr. Chen Xing, do you need anything else?" Alan asked.
Chen Xing originally wanted to ask him why their superiors were so kind to him and even sent a quick healer. It was really unbelievable. But when the words came to his lips, he still held back and chose to wait and see what would happen. Since ancient times, cases of torture after treatment have been common. He was at the bottom of the society. He had no money, no matter what, and no background. He really couldn't think of any dignitaries to come to his rescue. The only explanation was this.
However, Chen Xing is also an open-minded person. If he extends his head, it is a knife, and if he shrinks his head, it is also a knife. It doesn't matter how you die.
"My things were leaked outside. It's a small clothing store in the trade market. If it's convenient, help me pick it up." Chen Xing asked tentatively. After all, it was all his wealth. If it was lost, it would be nothing. Gone. Moreover, city supervision is strict, and most citizens do not want to gain wealth. The stuff should still be there, or it might have been sent to the police station.
"Don't worry, I will definitely get it back for you." Alan nodded and said.
Soon after Alan left, Chen Xing asked the nurse to take off the tube on his body and sit up. His stomach was empty, but he had no appetite. He asked the nurse to make him a cup of hot milk, which made him feel better after drinking it.
Three maids wearing black lace puffy skirts walked in, holding in their hands the new garrison lieutenant's uniform and leather boots, as well as his own armed belt.
"Mr. Chen Xing, please come with us to the bathtub to take a bath. The princess will see you soon." The maid in the middle stepped forward and made a court salute to Chen Xing. Judging from the style of the brooch and the way the belt is knotted, she must be a palace maid.
According to the palace etiquette of the United Kingdom of Ambergris, those with one bow on their belts are maids, those with two bows are head maids, those with three bows are chief maids, those with bows and flowers are royal maids, and so on.
"Princess?" Chen Xing looked confused. He didn't remember any princess he knew. If you insist on saying that there is one, the only one is Aaliyah who calls herself the Demon Princess.
"The jewel in the Red Castle, Princess Qingcheng." The head maid nodded and said.
Chen Xing frowned imperceptibly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose. Although the other party's etiquette was meticulous and impeccable, the tone of his speech carried a condescending attitude that could not be rejected. And as a maid, she didn't use honorifics towards him. This means that her master may not have much kindness towards him.
