Chapter 1

"Forget it." Fang Senyan's eyes caught the rapidly approaching vehicles behind him. He suppressed the tempting thought of killing the FBI agent in front of him. Although the guy seemed to be at his last gasp, it would still take some effort to deal with him. He saw a bustling street nearby and decided to jump out of the truck and escape into the crowd.

But at that moment, the FBI agent, who had been beaten so miserably, roared and lunged from behind, grabbing Fang Senyan tightly. He had obviously seen his colleagues approaching from behind and was determined to hold Fang Senyan at the cost of his life! In terms of pure strength, his power was not that different from Fang Senyan's, but Fang Senyan's explosive power and resistance to blows were far superior. Being hugged tightly from behind like this truly made Fang Senyan, who had lost the initiative, struggle to break free for a moment.

The change happened suddenly, and Fang Senyan was also shocked, but his dark eyebrows immediately twitched, and with the blood on his forehead, his face had an indescribable ferocity, and even his eyes had a bit of heat and violence. The fighting experience accumulated over these days allowed him to immediately raise his right foot and hook it backward, while his head slammed backward. If the enemy responded carelessly, they would either be tripped to the ground or be hit so hard that they saw stars and bled from the nose.

But Fang Senyan not only missed with his foot, but also only hit air with the back of his head. Obviously, this elite FBI agent had also put a lot of effort into grappling and anti-grappling, and successfully dodged Fang Senyan's subsequent attacks. He even got close to Fang Senyan's ear and said in a gnashing, vicious tone:

"You yellow-skinned pig, the electric chair in Los Angeles prison is waiting for you!"

But Fang Senyan's response was also extremely swift. After hearing these words, he immediately used all his strength in his legs and slammed his back violently backward.

With a loud "bang," the FBI agent could no longer dodge and was slammed by Fang Senyan against the hard edge of the truck's carriage. The nerves in his spine immediately sent a burst of pain that was enough to cause collapse. The force of this collision made his vision go black, and the arms that were holding Fang Senyan couldn't help but loosen. Fang Senyan took advantage of the situation, bent his arms into elbows, and slammed backward with force, hitting the FBI agent's ribs. Under this brutal blow, a slight "crack" was heard, indicating that his ribs had been broken and deeply pierced into his internal organs!

Without a doubt, the FBI agent immediately coughed violently, and his whole body slumped weakly against the carriage. Pink foam spread from the corners of his mouth, followed by dark red blood. His abdomen had been hit repeatedly, and now both lungs had been severely damaged. His entire system was in a state of hypoxia in a short period of time, and even the strongest willpower could not sustain it.

If Fang Senyan wanted to leave at this time, no one could stop him, but the violent, bloody intent in his eyes grew even stronger. Since witnessing his Fourth Uncle suffer such cruel abuse, the dark side hidden in his personality seemed to be unleashed little by little. And in the Nightmare World, lacking the constraints of the deeply rooted concept of law, Fang Senyan had a strong, crazy impulse to crush anyone who dared to stand in his way!

At this time, the truck had already begun to brake violently. Obviously, the sluggish driver had finally noticed the commotion in the carriage, and the pursuers behind were also approaching at high speed from two hundred meters away. If Fang Senyan wanted to escape, then jumping out of the truck now would be the best choice, but the raging murderous thoughts in his heart, how could he let this opportunity pass?

So Fang Senyan pulled out his gun.

The M500 revolver with its terrifying power.

Then he aimed at a Chevrolet 1974 sedan that was about to start next to him and pulled the trigger!

Although Fang Senyan's marksmanship was very poor, he wouldn't miss a car target three or four meters away. After a loud "bang," the tires of the Chevrolet 1974 made a sharp, ear-piercing sound of friction as it swerved sideways and crashed into a bus on the opposite side. And Fang Senyan's right hand was also numbed by the huge recoil.

After emptying the bullets from the M500's cylinder, Fang Senyan then pulled out the shotgun and coldly aimed it at another Ford taxi coming from behind! His actions fell into the driver's eyes, and the driver was immediately terrified, unhesitatingly slamming the steering wheel and stepping on the brakes, instinctively stopping the vehicle sideways to avoid being hit head-on. But he ignored the other vehicles that were speeding behind and on the opposite side!

As a result, two major traffic accidents occurred on this bustling street. The shrill sound of brakes rose and fell, and more than a dozen vehicles crashed into each other in a chain reaction, instantly blocking the street. The vehicles behind were immediately blocked into a long line. Even if the five FBI members two hundred meters away had excellent driving skills and could drive a Xiali like a Ferrari, they could only get out of the car and walk over.

And the time delayed in this process was enough for Fang Senyan to kill that dying FBI agent ten times!

"Yellow-skinned pig?"

Fang Senyan withdrew his gaze from the chaotic car accident scene, took a step forward, raised his right foot high, and stomped down hard. The FBI member was actually able to barely raise his hand to resist at this time, but under this heavy and powerful kick, it was in vain. He was heavily stomped on his chest and abdomen, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body curled up like a shrimp.

Fang Senyan kicked again expressionlessly, one kick, two kicks, then bent down, grabbed the unlucky guy's neck with his right hand, and lifted him up alive. The elite FBI was already on his last breath, able to only barely survive, kicking his legs futilely and weakly in the air.

At this time, the truck finally stopped, and the driver angrily slammed open the door of the cab and crawled out—but after seeing the sprayed blood, his face immediately turned white and he shrank back. Fang Senyan's side

happened to be directly facing a shop's lightbox sign. He smashed it with a backhand punch, and with a crash, glass shards mixed with plastic splashed, exposing the supporting steel frame inside. There happened to be a rusty iron pipe pointing straight over.

"You like hitting people in the face so much?"

"You like screwing around with Sam so much?"

Fang Senyan said mockingly, the violent, bloodthirsty intent in his eyes even stronger. He put strength into his right hand, and with a loud "thump," he smashed the dying FBI agent in his hand against the iron pipe! The extremely shrill scream stopped abruptly. The bloody end of the steel pipe pierced through the back of this red-nosed guy and emerged from the front of his chest! Some fragmented and twisted muscle tissue fell from it, looking particularly bloody and cruel!

The five FBI elite agents in the distance had already jumped out of the car. Seeing this scene, they were naturally furious, but separated by nearly a hundred meters, they could only watch the tragedy unfold. The distant prisoner smiled coldly on the carriage, made a very threatening throat-cutting gesture towards them, and then picked up his box and darted into the distance.

Blood, drop by drop, dripped from above, still warm.

Jess, who was nailed alive to the sign, still twitched from time to time, but life had obviously left this body. His eyes never closed until he died, and what remained in his gray and dull pupils was horror. Perhaps due to a large loss of blood, his huge red nose was also covered with a layer of gray.

The iron pipe that pierced his chest was rusty and originally very dim, but after being stained with blood, it showed a faint, cruel luster. Nuowan looked up at the body of his subordinate, whom he usually disliked the most, but for no reason, he thought of the string of skinned turkeys hanging in the city before Thanksgiving.

"Sir, James and the others have caught up and are on that guy's tail." Corey, who had rushed over, coughed and spat after looking up at Jess hanging in the air.

"Damn it, I just lent Jess a thousand bucks yesterday... By the way, who exactly are we chasing? He's been shot so many times and still runs so fast!"

Nuowan squinted his eyes:

"I'm afraid he's a veteran back from the Vietnam War. These cold-blooded guys kill people without any burden, and most of them have psychological problems! The body armor he's wearing isn't something ordinary people can get their hands on... It seems we've been dragged into a terrible vortex!"

"Oh, shit. What is this? The Los Angeles version of First Blood?" Corey began to complain indignantly, but he also clearly showed the idea of retreating:

"We don't have to wade into this muddy water. How about... asking those Delta guys for help?"

Nuowan slowly shook his head:

"Those Delta guys have always been at odds with us. When our boss greets their general, he's always sarcastic. If we ask them for help after suffering such a small loss, then don't expect the boss to even look at us in the eye in the future. Besides, I heard that those Delta guys have also suffered a bit of a loss and have suffered heavy casualties recently. Even if we can lower our faces to ask for help, they may not come."

Corey looked worriedly into the distance, and he clearly showed a hint of timidity:

"Then... we have to keep going?"

Nuowan suddenly said irritably:

"The battle damage manual clearly states that unless we encounter irresistible external forces, we can request reinforcements only when the battle damage of the task force reaches 40%. Do you want me to tell the superiors that the damn criminal is an 'irresistible factor' for six experienced FBI agents who have received systematic combat training/firearms shooting training? Oh, shit, I'm still counting on getting promoted in the second half of the year!"

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

Yesterday's interactive accurate answer should actually be:

Vincent's father was an old lecher.

Because he wanted to join the Mor~mon~ Church even in death, and this church advocates polygamy......

However, because my question was not very accurate, everyone who participated in the event received added essence and points.