The policemen here were rather conscientious, upon seeing Sheyan, they immediately came to his rescue, after confirming that he was not armed they even carried him onto a stretcher. Sheyan appeared to be panting heavily, his body naked, but in fact he was squinting his eyes as he secretly observed his surroundings for any movements. He realized that the scale of the police operation this time far exceeded his expectations, not only were there dozens of police cars, there were even 3 helicopters patrolling the skies, the bright searchlights occasionally pierced through the night sky.
Because the number of injured people being carried out was rather large, the police set up a simple first aid area with two ambulances as the center. The majority of the injured people were trampled on during the chaos, most of them were frightened out of their wits, the actual gunshot wounds did not even amount to a third of them.
Sheyan's injuries looked extremely serious, hence he was the focus of the medical personnel. From start to finish he only dealt with the gangsters, hence he was not afraid of the police investigation and interrogation. But at this moment, two heavily injured police officers were suddenly carried over. One of them was shot in the chest, and the other had his left leg broken. The two police officers from the United States of America didn't seem to be very good. In pain, they used all the language they could think of to curse "the damn bastard inside".
Following that, 7-8 police officers were brought over, all of them had lost their ability to fight after being shot, but it was not fatal. Some of them had a rash personality and were cursing loudly, some of them were pale white and did not speak, obviously they still had lingering fears. These injured people were obviously the work of Cazider, with his marksmanship, if he was merciless, none of these police officers would be able to survive. Probably he was apprehensive of the terrifying Delta Special Anti-Terrorist Unit, hence he was merciful.
Sheyan raised his head to look at the hovering helicopters, he sneered. This time the entire Los Angeles police force was mobilized, in addition to knowing Cazider's appearance, how could he escape after injuring a few police officers? But very quickly, a police officer holding onto his bleeding arm walked over, hatefully and angrily saying:
"Everyone, that damned lunatic has finally been captured, that damned bastard was actually able to hold on for so long after being shot 3 times before fainting, who knows how many drugs he took!"
Sheyan's pupils shrunk, Cazider's surrender was out of his expectations, but after careful consideration it was reasonable. To Cazider, in such a desperate situation, he did not dare to fight back and was unable to escape. In order to survive, he could only be captured alive by the police. But Sheyan knew, the so-called coma was just Cazider's tactic. Once he was sent to the hospital's intensive care unit, the police couldn't possibly dispatch a few hundred people and three helicopters to guard him. At that time, there would naturally be many opportunities to escape.
But if Cazider was able to survive, Sheyan would have another terrifying enemy like a venomous snake! Furthermore, this brat was extremely proficient in long range attacks. Thinking of being targeted by such a brat every night, Sheyan felt a chill run down his spine. It was as though he was frozen by a block of ice, causing him to shudder. Therefore, Cazider must die! At that moment, Sheyan's gaze towards the ambulance became even colder, even more venomous, as though a flame was about to erupt.
After the situation calmed down, the injured would naturally be sent to the hospital for treatment. Sheyan's body was covered with gunshot wounds, according to protocol, he would have to be brought to the police station to give a statement. But this brat was extremely cunning, even though he was obviously in high spirits, he pretended to be convulsing and vomiting. When someone questioned him, he only said that he had a splitting headache. His head injury looked extremely serious, such a reaction was not suspicious at all. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor did a cursory check and diagnosed him as having a severe concussion. He was immediately sent to the ward and injected with a sedative before being hooked up to an IV drip for further observation.
This time, the police had mobilized a large number of injured people, and when they arrived at the hospital, it was already late at night. Hence, the doctors on duty were busy for a long time, and only stopped when it was 2-3 in the morning. Outside Sheyan's single ward, there was only one policeman on duty, and he was in charge of the entire corridor which had close to 20 wards. This brat probably participated in tonight's operation and was lucky not to be injured. He must be extremely tired, as he sat on the lounge chair in the corridor and dozed off. However, Cazider was extremely honored to enjoy the treatment of a president. His ward was completely isolated, with 15 policemen on duty. The ward was brightly lit and heavily guarded.
When the clock pointed to 4 in the morning, Sheyan suddenly opened his eyes. He removed the needle from his arm and tiptoed out. Lying on the bench outside the ward, a policeman was sleeping soundly with his coat wrapped around him. Sheyan glanced left and right, before grabbing the policeman by the neck and dragging him into the utility room. At the same time, Sheyan received a notification from the nightmare imprint:
"You attacked a Los Angeles policeman, your crime in the Terminator world increased by 10, your current crime is 10."
Sheyan was slightly startled, he did not have time to look at it carefully, he could only concentrate on dealing with the policeman. Under the suppression of his strength which was double that of a normal person, the pitiful policeman struggled frantically, his face turning purple and he could not even make a sound. Only until his eyes turned white and he almost fainted from suffocation did Sheyan slightly loosen his grip. He gritted his teeth and whispered into his ear:
"Mr. Officer, I don't have any ill intentions towards the police, but that damned lunatic upstairs beat up my brother and his girlfriend's brains all over the wall tonight. I can't let him go to jail so easily! I want his f * cking life! If you cooperate, I swear on my grandmother's soul, I will not harm any innocent people! " “
Cazider and his accomplices had killed at least 20 Los Angeles policemen. A few of this policeman's friends were also heavily injured by his gun, hence this unlucky policeman did not have a good impression of Cazider. After hearing Sheyan's intentions, although his face was gloomy and he did not speak, his actions were cooperative as he took off his uniform and laid down on the bed. He then signaled Sheyan to knock him out.
At this moment, Sheyan finally had the time to look at the crime notification, but the nightmare imprint only provided a few sentences:
Breaking the law will result in an increase in crime.
Crime will determine the police's attitude towards you, at the same time it will increase the chances of encountering the police, being interrogated and searched.
Crime will decrease with the passage of time.
The higher the crime, the slower the decrease.
Although he did not receive much information, Sheyan was able to deduce and deduce many things. For example, the higher the crime, the greater the police's crackdown. Like that dead man number 884, his crime level must be extremely high, causing him to be targeted by the Delta Continent's anti-terrorist forces. Cazider must also be a first class fugitive, once the police received the news, they would immediately rush over to suppress him. Although Sheyan assaulting a police officer also increased his crime, but this level of crime was far from enough to warrant a wanted criminal.
After a period of deep sleep, Sheyan felt that his body had recovered to its peak condition. He went to the washroom to wash off the blood stains on his face and body, discovering that his wounds had almost healed. Sheyan took a deep breath, changing into his police uniform. He surveyed the surroundings of the hospital, and hurriedly made some preparations. He then lowered his police cap and headed upstairs.
The policemen who stayed behind naturally had access to first-hand inside information. Since Cazider's accomplice had already been killed, and he had no connections to any of the gangs in Los Angeles, the policemen on duty were relatively lax, and did not think that any outsiders would come to his rescue.
As for the heavily injured Cazider, he was handcuffed to the bed, connected to a life monitoring device to ensure that he was under strict control. At the same time, there were two policemen in the ward watching intently, if there were any changes, they would immediately issue a warning! Under normal circumstances, Cazider would not be able to escape even if he had wings.
It was currently 4 in the morning, the surroundings were silent, one could even hear the "kacha kacha" of the clock on the wall. Sheyan's mind was originally filled with distracting thoughts, but after adjusting his breathing as he walked, he gradually calmed down. His heart was as calm as still water as he walked towards the corridor where Cazider was locked up.
There were only four policemen in the corridor, all of them had fallen asleep on the bench by the side, a bearded policeman was even snoring loudly. The weather was extremely cold, their bodies were covered with thick blankets, and beside their hands were some leftover coffee cups. When Sheyan first entered this world, he was still somewhat apprehensive, but after a few battles, he realised that he was like a fish in water, adapting to this world without revealing any flaws. He relaxed his footsteps as he slowly walked over, unexpectedly not a single person noticed.
But when he reached the door, he could hear voices coming from inside. Obviously the policemen inside were still awake. With regards to Cazider who had displayed his terrifying strength, the policemen were still extremely cautious.
Sheyan placed his hand on the door handle, gently turning it before pushing open the door. A pungent smell of disinfectant immediately assaulted his nostrils. The lights in the room were rather bright, the two policemen were vigilantly looking over, but their eyes softened because of Sheyan's uniform, their hands which were originally in their armpit holsters loosened.
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