Chapter 1

Hearing his words, several agents beside him simultaneously revealed mocking expressions. This was 1984, and even in the so-called democratic and free United States, the FBI could still cover the sky with one hand. In 1974, President Nixon resigned because of the Watergate scandal, and the defection of several high-ranking officials within the FBI played a part in this. Even the president was brought down, and the FBI's power greatly increased. Now was the time when their power was at its most glorious. Fang Senyan actually wanted to find a lawyer in front of them? Protect his human rights?

The wine-soaked nose, who was dealing with Fang Senyan, twitched his lips. With a *smack*, he used the barrel of his gun to strike Fang Senyan's face, saying with a fake smile:

"Kid, I don't like you very much. If you keep nagging, I'll lock you up with Sam. Maybe this fag will be very interested in your rear. Now squat down, now!"

A cold light flashed in Fang Senyan's eyes, but he put on a helpless expression and shook his head, smiling bitterly, and slowly squatted down. But his whole body seemed to be trembling with fear, which made the surrounding FBI agents reveal a faint sneer. Fang Senyan's left hand suddenly loosened, and the black briefcase containing the alloy steel exoskeleton fell directly to the ground.

Although these FBI agents were imposing, they also knew that this "exhibit" in Fang Senyan's hand was very important and could not be damaged. If anything went wrong, they probably wouldn't be promoted or get a raise for several years. They couldn't help but focus their attention on it. Fang Senyan's dark eyebrows furrowed like intersecting blades, and at this moment, he kept his hands raised and buried his head, using his forehead to slam into the chest of the wine-soaked nose in front of him!

Fang Senyan's collision was extremely abrupt, much like the Shaolin Temple's secret Iron Head Skill. However, these FBI agents probably had very limited knowledge of China, so they definitely couldn't guard against this sudden attack!

The human forehead skull is the hardest and thickest part of the whole body's bones, coupled with Fang Senyan's strength bonus of twice that of an ordinary person. It immediately made the wine-soaked nose grunt, his face turned blue, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to burst out. Gastric juices, blood, and food residue churned in his throat, and finally, he vomited it all out!

The air immediately filled with a sour and unpleasant smell. Fang Senyan's back was soaked with vomit, but he had successfully stuck together with the wine-soaked nose, making the surrounding FBI hesitate to shoot. Fang Senyan used his foot to hook the briefcase on the ground, then casually grabbed it in his left hand. Then, he bent his legs slightly and buried his head, aiming at the transparent window and smashed into it!

With a loud *crash*, the greasy window shattered into thousands of pieces. After Fang Senyan rushed out, his center of gravity was very low. He landed on the sidewalk with his shoulder and back, and rolled over. The sound of the glass shattering covered up the silenced gunshots, but after Fang Senyan ran a few steps, his steps became staggering, and blood on his back formed a few shocking brown patches on his dark windbreaker.

"You have been attacked by a Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite), losing 19 (44-25) health points."

"You have been attacked by a Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite), losing 21 (46-25) health points."

"You have been attacked by a Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite), losing 17 (42-25) health points."

"You have entered a bleeding state of 7 points/5 seconds. This effect lasts for 30 seconds."

The power of the FBI's pistols was far greater than that of the Los Angeles police! They were facing criminals who endangered national security, so they were usually equipped with Glock 17 9mm pistols, and the bullets were often in a three-round burst mode. Fang Senyan looked at the series of prompts from the Nightmare Imprint, and couldn't help but feel the same anxiety as a wild beast trapped in a trap.

Fang Senyan's agility was not high, which meant that even though he was running as hard as he could, he would be bitten tightly by the pursuers behind him. The burning pain in his back began to spread, and his strong muscles began to contract, trying to squeeze the bullets out of his body. Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and Fang Senyan was running on the sidewalk, surrounded by astonished pedestrians who were knocked askew. No matter how arrogant the Federal Bureau of Investigation Agents (Elite) chasing behind him were, they could never shoot in such a situation, otherwise, if any civilians were accidentally injured, their behavior would be no different from that of terrorists.

Looking at the pedestrian overpass in front of him, Fang Senyan's eyes suddenly flashed, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quickened his pace and ran up the overpass. He pressed his hand on the railing next to him, and nimbly jumped towards a truck coming from the opposite side. This behavior seemed quite risky, because if he missed, he would inevitably be serially hit by successive vehicles in mid-air! But for Fang Senyan, whose physique had been additionally strengthened, this jump was safe and sound, and he easily landed in the back of the vehicle.

Below the overpass was the express lane, and even if the truck driver noticed something was wrong, he couldn't stop immediately. Moreover, half of the truck compartment was filled with paper, so when Fang Senyan landed, there was no sound at all, and the speed didn't decrease as it sped forward. But at this moment, a black shadow flashed, followed by a loud *thump*. The wine-soaked nose relentlessly chased Fang Senyan to the overpass, and took advantage of the truck passing over the bridge to chase to the other side of the railing and jump down, successfully landing in the carriage and catching up!

Fang Senyan's eyebrows raised sharply, and a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He dared to fight the Terminator T-750 face to face. A mere Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite) was not in his eyes. The two were only two or three meters apart at this time. Just as the wine-soaked nose wanted to raise his gun and aim, Fang Senyan had already leaned sideways, lowered his shoulder, and slammed over.

This would naturally be an extremely stupid move on flat ground. Even if the wine-soaked nose was hit by this slam, he could take advantage of the momentum to roll backward, pull away to a suitable distance, and shoot! But at this time, they were on a speeding highway. If the wine-soaked nose was hit by Fang Senyan, he would inevitably fall off the speeding vehicle. Then, breaking an arm or leg on the highway would be the best outcome.

Helpless, this Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent could only give up the idea of shooting, and dodged to the side, both dodging the enemy's attack and intending to attack the enemy by borrowing his momentum. But after Fang Senyan entered this world, his mind was clearer than ever before. He had already anticipated his reaction, and when he lowered his shoulder to collide, he seemed fierce, but he had already left a backhand and only used three points of strength. As soon as the wine-soaked nose dodged, he followed like a shadow, and his hands were casually placed on his sides.

At this time, the distance between the two was so close that they could hear each other's breathing. The wine-soaked nose had also undergone the FBI's fighting training, and knew that the only consequence of trying to raise a gun and aim at this time was to have his wrist grabbed and pressed down for a beating. Therefore, he did not hesitate to close the safety, grip the barrel, and smash the heavy steel gun handle at the head of this hateful criminal! At this moment, a fierce light appeared in the eyes of the wine-soaked nose. The Glock 17 they used was specially made, with thirty-one bullets in the magazine. This heavy smash was even more powerful than the legendary brick!

Fang Senyan raised his head and stubbornly rammed straight up with his head! There was a dull *thump*, and a long bloody gash was opened on his forehead, but it was just a bloody gash! The wine-soaked nose groaned, and his tiger's mouth was torn by the huge reaction force. Warm blood immediately flowed down, and even the gun he used as a weapon could not be held and flew out, flying and scraping a series of sparks on the highway.

At the same time, Fang Senyan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and suddenly punched out heavily, hitting the enemy's soft abdomen in front of him. These fists gathered all of Fang Senyan's strength. At the deepest moment, his fists even felt the hardness of the enemy's spine. The degree to which his internal organs were squeezed can be imagined!

Suddenly subjected to such a violent attack, the Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent's eyes suddenly widened in pain, and his face turned from pale to blue. But even though he was seeing stars, he knew that this was a moment of life and death, and he must not slacken. He gritted his teeth and rammed his knee into Fang Senyan's lower abdomen, and even punched him in the face.

Facing the enemy's counterattack, Fang Senyan did not dodge or evade, and stubbornly took this punch and kick. A large patch of cyanosis appeared on his cheekbones, but a crazy blood color welled up in his eyes. He suddenly exerted his strength and swept his elbow! He slammed heavily on the face of this tall opponent in front of him.

Obviously, the FBI agent's ability to resist blows was far less than Fang Senyan's. He was already at the end of his rope. After being hit by this fierce blow, he immediately let out a miserable scream, staggered backward, and heavily hit the carriage. He covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face, and blood gushed out from his fingers.

Fang Senyan smiled coldly, straightened his body, and turned his head to look behind him. The other five FBI agents who had been thrown off had forcibly requisitioned a car from behind, and were stepping on the accelerator, chasing anxiously. And this truck also turned into the slow lane and slowed down. It seemed that either they had noticed the abnormality in the carriage, or they were about to reach their destination. If there were no accidents, they would be bitten again in a few minutes!