Chapter 1 The Rescue

The police here were quite responsible, and they came to rescue Fang Senyan as soon as they saw him. After confirming that he had no weapons on him, they even put him on a stretcher. On the surface, Fang Senyan was breathing heavily and trembling all over, but in reality, he was squinting his eyes, secretly observing the movements around him. He felt that the scale of the police operation this time far exceeded his expectations. Not only were there dozens of police cars, large and small, surrounding the area, but there were also three helicopters patrolling the air, their bright searchlights occasionally piercing the night sky.

Because there were quite a few injured people being carried out, the police set up a simple first-aid area centered around two ambulances not far away. Most of the injured were hurt in the chaos of the trampling, and were mostly frightened and dazed. Only less than a third of them had actually suffered gunshot wounds.

Fang Senyan's injuries looked extremely serious, so he was the focus of the medical staff's attention. He had only attacked the gangsters from beginning to end, so he was not afraid of any police investigation or questioning. But at this moment, two heavily injured police officers were suddenly brought in. One had been shot in the chest, and the other had his left leg broken. These two police officers of the United States of America did not seem to have very high personal qualities. In addition to their pain, they used every conceivable language to curse "that damned bastard inside."

In the following moments, seven or eight more police officers were sent in, all of whom had lost their ability to fight after being shot, but their injuries were not fatal. Some of them with reckless personalities were cursing loudly, while others were pale and silent, obviously still having lingering fears. These wounded were obviously the work of Kuest. With his marksmanship, if he had been ruthless, none of these police officers would have survived. He must have been showing mercy because he was afraid of the terrible Delta Special Forces anti-terrorism unit.

Fang Senyan looked up at the helicopter circling overhead and just sneered. This time, the Los Angeles police had come out in full force, and they had also grasped Kuest's appearance. How could he break through the encirclement and fly away by just injuring a few police officers? But soon, a police officer walked over, clutching his bleeding arm with a relieved expression, and said angrily,

"Everyone, that damned madman has finally been caught. That damned guy was able to hold on for so long after being shot three times before finally collapsing from his injuries. I don't know how many drugs he took!"

Fang Senyan's pupils shrank suddenly. Kuest's surrender was completely unexpected, but upon closer inspection, it was also reasonable. For Kuest, in such a desperate situation, he dared not fight all out, and he could not escape. To survive, he naturally had to be captured alive by the police. However, Fang Senyan also knew that the so-called serious injury and coma was more like Kuest's delaying tactic. Once he was sent to the intensive care unit of the hospital, the police could not send hundreds of people and three helicopters to guard him, could they? At that time, there would naturally be many opportunities to escape.

But if Kuest could survive, Fang Senyan would inevitably have such a terrifying enemy like a viper! Moreover, this guy was extremely good at long-range attacks. Once he thought about being targeted by such a person day and night, Fang Senyan's back felt faintly cold and clammy, as if he had been frozen by ice, giving him a chilling feeling. Therefore, Kuest must die! For a moment, Fang Senyan's eyes, looking at the ambulance in the distance, became colder and more venomous, as if flames were rising from them.

After the situation here subsided, a group of injured people would naturally be sent to the hospital for treatment. Fang Senyan had a gunshot wound, so according to custom, he would inevitably be taken to the police station to take a statement. However, this guy was also very cunning. Although he was full of energy, he pretended to be convulsing, vomiting, and half-conscious. When someone asked him, he only said that he had a splitting headache. His head injury looked extremely serious to begin with, so no one suspected his reaction. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor gave him a cursory examination and directly gave him a diagnosis of severe concussion, and directly pushed him into the ward, gave him a sedative injection, and hung up an IV drip for observation.

This time, the police had launched a large-scale operation, and there were quite a few injured people. In addition, it was late at night when they were sent to the hospital. Therefore, the doctor on duty was busy for a while, and it was not until two or three in the morning that things calmed down. There was only one policeman on duty outside Fang Senyan's single ward, and he was also responsible for nearly twenty wards in the entire corridor. This guy had probably participated in tonight's large-scale operation, but was lucky enough not to be injured. He must have been very tired. He was sitting on the reclining chair in the corridor, constantly dozing off. However, Kuest was very honored to enjoy the treatment of a president. The floor where his ward was located was completely isolated, with as many as fifteen police officers guarding it. The ward was brightly lit inside and out, and the security was tight.

When the clock pointed to four in the morning, Fang Senyan suddenly opened his eyes. He tore off the needle on his arm and tiptoed out. The policeman lying on the chair outside the ward was sleeping soundly wrapped in a coat. Fang Senyan looked around, reached out and grabbed the policeman's neck, and dragged him into the utility room next door. At the same time, Fang Senyan received a prompt from the Nightmare Imprint:

"You have attacked a Los Angeles police officer. Your sin value in the Terminator world has increased by 10. Your current sin value is 10."

Fang Senyan was slightly startled. He didn't have time to take a closer look at this time, so he could only concentrate on dealing with the policeman at hand. Under the suppression of his strength, which was twice that of ordinary people, the poor policeman struggled frantically, his face turning purple, and he couldn't make a sound. It wasn't until his eyes turned white and he was almost suffocating that Fang Senyan slightly relaxed his arm, leaned close to his ear, and said through gritted teeth:

"Officer, I have no malice towards the police, but that damned madman upstairs splattered my brother's and girlfriend's brains all over the wall tonight. I can't let him get away with just going to jail! I want his life! If you cooperate, I swear in the name of my grandmother's soul that I will never harm any innocent people!"

Kuest and his accomplices had killed at least twenty Los Angeles police officers.

Several of this policeman's friends were also seriously injured by his gun, so this unlucky police officer naturally had no good feelings for Kuest. Therefore, after hearing Fang Senyan's purpose, although he was silent with a gloomy face, he cooperated by taking off his police uniform and lying on the bed, and then signaled Fang Senyan to knock him unconscious.

At this time, Fang Senyan finally had time to look at the relevant prompts for sin value, but the Nightmare Imprint only gave a few words:

Any violation of the law will increase the sin value.

The sin value determines the attitude of the police towards you, and also increases the probability of you encountering police, being questioned by the police, and being searched.

The sin value will decrease over time,

The higher the sin value, the slower the rate of decrease.

Although he didn't get much information, Fang Senyan still deduced and judged a lot of things from it. For example, the higher the sin value, the greater the police crackdown. Like that dead ghost number 884, his sin value must have been so red that it turned purple, leading to being targeted by the Delta Special Forces anti-terrorism unit, and Kuest must also be a first-class wanted criminal, and the police would rush to suppress him as soon as they got the news. Although Fang Senyan's attack on the police this time also increased his sin value, this level of crime was obviously far from being wanted.

After a period of sleep, Fang Senyan only felt that all the energy in his body had returned to its peak state. After washing the blood stains on his face and body with clean water in the washroom, he found that the wounds on his body had also healed by seventy or eighty percent. Fang Senyan took a deep breath, put on the police uniform, checked the environment in the hospital, hurriedly arranged some pre-arranged methods, lowered his police cap, and walked upstairs.

The police officers on duty could naturally access and grasp first-hand inside information. Since Kuest's accomplices had been killed, and this person had nothing to do with the various gangs in Los Angeles, the police officers on duty were also relatively slack, and did not think that any outsiders would come to save him.

As for the heavily injured Kuest, he was handcuffed to the bed, connected to a life monitor for strict control, and there were two police officers staring at him intently in the ward. Once there was a change, they would immediately issue a warning! Under normal circumstances, it was really difficult for Kuest to escape.

At this time, it was four in the morning, and the surroundings were silent. Fang Senyan originally had some distracting thoughts in his heart, but after adjusting his breathing with the pace of his walking, he gradually calmed down and walked towards the corridor where Kuest was being held, his heart as still as water.

There were only four police officers in the corridor, all of whom were slumped on the chairs next to them, asleep. A bearded policeman was even snoring loudly. The weather was already quite cold, and they were covered with thick blankets, with half-finished cups of coffee beside them. Fang Senyan was a little apprehensive when he first entered the world, but after fighting a few battles, he found that he was adapting to this world like a fish in water. Therefore, he did not reveal any flaws. He walked over so slowly and relaxed that no one noticed him.

But when he walked to the door, he heard voices coming from inside -- obviously the police inside were quite awake -- the police were still extremely concerned about Kuest, who had shown terrible strength.

Fang Senyan put his hand on the doorknob of the ward, gently twisted it, and pushed open the door. A pungent smell of disinfectant immediately rushed into his nostrils. The lights in the room were quite bright, and two police officers were looking over vigilantly, but their eyes softened because of the police uniform on Fang Senyan, and they released their hands from the holsters under their armpits.