Violent coughs resounded incessantly, the powder that Sheyan had sprinkled out was shockingly the black pepper powder that he had stolen from the supermarket shelves. One of America's most famous staple dishes was grilled steak with black pepper. According to statistics, the entire United States consumed more than ten tons of black pepper in a day. Although the spicy and stimulating powder was delicious when sprinkled on the oily steak, when it entered the eyes and nose, it would make one's eyes and nose bleed. For a moment, it was difficult to see anything!
The 3 FBI agents were caught off guard by Sheyan's sneak attack, coughing incessantly as tears flowed down their cheeks. Their hearts were filled with rage, one of them wiped away his tears as he attempted to aim. But Sheyan had long planned this, the black windbreaker on his body fluttered like a bat's wings. Nimbly turning around, he pulled out an Italian SPAS15MIL battle shotgun from his back, and fiercely pulled the trigger!
Sheyan's marksmanship had always been inferior, hence he rarely engaged in gunfights with others. But in this current situation, that shotgun had undoubtedly become a terrifying lethal weapon! The black muzzle of the gun was almost touching the body of the nearest FBI agent, before it fiercely spat out flames. Hundreds of iron shards and steel balls filled with kinetic energy viciously struck the FBI agent's body in the midst of green smoke. Effortlessly tearing apart his outer clothes, even though the bulletproof vest provided some protection, but at such a close range, the immense force behind the bombardment was not in the least inferior to a club's full force internal injury!
The FBI agent who was continuously bombarded was incomparably miserable, his vision darkened as he staggered backwards. But he was still an elite who had undergone arduous training, he intended to use the momentum to roll away and hide behind a nearby counter. What he didn't know was that Sheyan had long anticipated his movements. Stepping forward, the black muzzle was still emitting smoke as it aimed at the agent's head, and callously pulled the trigger!
"Boom! Boom!" Two consecutive sounds rang out, the FBI agent was sent flying through the air. His head and face were shredded by the shrapnel, revealing a miserable state of mangled flesh. It could be said that even his mother wouldn't be able to recognize him. After landing on the ground, fresh blood flowed out, pooling all over the floor. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Sheyan sighed in his heart, this FBI elite agent's resistance was extremely tenacious. Even under such circumstances, he was still able to raise his arm to protect his head, barely dodging the fatal blow. But the good thing was that he had lost his battle prowess, and wouldn't pose any threat to Sheyan in the short term.
At this moment, Sheyan's back emitted an incessant stabbing pain, as though a red hot knife was continuously stabbing into his body. A few bullets even grazed past his ear, the other 2 FBI agents had already regained their senses, aiming at him wildly. If not for their vision being affected by the pepper powder, Sheyan's head would definitely be their primary target. Even so, Sheyan's HP was still plummeting at a frantic pace. His HP had already fallen below the 20% danger level.
Sheyan forcibly suppressed the tempting thought of finishing off the heavily injured agent, lowering his head as he nimbly leapt over the nearby cashier counter. Then, with a roll, he dodged into a nearby passageway. Following that, the incoming bullets sent debris flying everywhere, but it could only be considered as a belated warning. Only the intermittent flow of fresh blood on the ground indicated that the previous shots weren't in vain.
Facing such a mess, the two FBI agents whose eyes were red and swollen with tear stains looked at each other in dismay. No matter if it was the US military or the FBI, they had always adhered to the principle of never abandoning, never giving up. If a comrade was heavily injured or dead, they would have to leave someone behind to take care of the scene. But currently, there were only 2 people who could still fight, if they were to leave one person behind to take care of the situation, the remaining person would chase after that incomparably ferocious criminal … … .the odds would be against them. But if they were to give up and allow the criminal to escape, then they would really become the shame of the FBI!
While they were stuck between a rock and a hard place, an angry voice drifted in from behind.
"What are you guys waiting for! “
Striding over in large strides, it was the leader of this special task force, Ivanov. His gaze swept past his 2 subordinates who were covered in dirt, then shifted to the badly mutilated body of James. His eyes revealed a complex expression, but he still used a resolute tone and ordered.
"You two immediately chase after him and capture him! Remember, just watch his movements, I … … .I'll request for reinforcements. "
“WHAT！！ The two elite FBI agents shouted at the same time. They weren't afraid of pursuing Sheyan, but were shocked by their leader's decision to request for reinforcements.
Ivanov gently shook his head and replied.
"If I request for reinforcements now, then at most our team will become the shame of the entire FBI. But if we wait until the situation is out of control before requesting for reinforcements, then the FBI will become the laughingstock of America! Our personal honor and disgrace cannot be placed above the honor and disgrace of the entire FBI. "
After listening to Donovan's words, the two FBI agents were speechless. Ivanov then fished out a brick-like communication device from his bosom, and started dialing … ….
Sheyan was currently running with large strides, he didn't have the slightest awareness of being a prey. If he didn't know that the enemy had a surveillance device that could detect his approximate location, he would probably have stayed behind to ambush his pursuers.
In actual fact, his current situation wasn't good, the numerous wounds on his back were still oozing out blood, his perspiration was like a knife, inciting waves of pain from his wounds. If it was an ordinary person, he would have long lost his will to fight and would be crying out in pain. But Sheyan's eyes were blazing, blazing and focused, barbaric and swift. It was as though his wounds were the catalyst for his life, and the pain was the blazing sun that ignited his fighting spirit!
"Warning, warning, the FBI team leader pursuing you has requested reinforcements from the headquarters." “
Warning, warning, the FBI team leader pursuing you has requested reinforcements from the headquarters. " “
"Warning, FBI Headquarters official, Jaros Sardin, will join the hunt for you. He will arrive in ten minutes. “
Looking at this series of notifications, Sheyan's pupils instantly contracted! In actual fact, the tragic scene of that contestant being turned into a beehive by the sudden appearance of the Delta Force was deeply engraved in his mind. Furthermore, he had always been worried about this point, that the FBI agents might request reinforcements to join the pursuit.
"10 minutes, luckily I have 10 minutes as a buffer!" Sheyan couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.
Bravery doesn't equate to recklessness, taking risks doesn't equate to throwing away one's life. With regards to the incoming FBI agent, Jaros Zadin, he didn't have the slightest interest in dealing with him. Sheyan had sufficient reason to believe, his opponent would definitely have an overwhelming advantage. If Sheyan possessed the previous undead Cazider's marksmanship and abnormal innate ability 'Refraction', then he would have a slight chance of victory. Unfortunately, his shooting accuracy was limited to a range of 5 metres, and he had to use a shotgun … …
Gazing at the countdown transmitted by the nightmare imprint, Sheyan's heart started chanting.
"10, 9, 8, 7 … ….. 3, 2, 1,!"
At the same time, the bag he was carrying suddenly emitted a clear sound. It was as if a layer of ice had been exposed to sunlight and had cracked. After he took out the satchel, he could see that the transparent box inside was full of cracks, and it was emitting an unpleasant smell.
Hidden within the darkness, the sharpness of a lethal weapon was already on the verge of bursting out!
Sheyan found a corner and sat down, leaning his head against the solid wall. His lips curled into a sneer as he licked the dried blood stains on his lips. In his heart, he muttered:
"I want to receive the main mission: 'Clear the time-space node' mission reward. “
"Details: You are 3 hours 17 minutes 47 seconds away from leaving this world. After receiving the mission reward, you will leave this world within 5 minutes. Do you want to receive the main mission: 'Clear the time-space node' mission reward? "Yes" “
Without hesitation, Sheyan chose "Yes".
"You received 200 utility points."
"You have received 1 achievement point."
"You have accumulated 1 achievement point."
"The higher your achievement points, the greater your authority in the realm, and you will be able to enjoy various discounts."
"You have completed the first mission in the nightmare world, your nightmare imprint's interspatial ability has been unlocked."
"This is truly an inconceivable world ….." Sheyan smiled tiredly, lighting up a blood stained cigarette. After taking a deep breath, he relaxed his body and leaned against the wall. His slightly slack gaze swept past the tall buildings in front, casting his gaze towards the setting sun. Just like that, he rested peacefully in this Los Angeles building complex. Under this 80's sky, although it was scorching hot, it didn't lose a trace of warmth … ….
Following that, his figure gradually faded, finally disappearing into the air. Merely 10 minutes later, the FBI reinforcements surrounded the area. But in the end, all they obtained was a pool of fresh blood and a tattered black trench coat.
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Well, I know that after reading this chapter, there will be many friends who will raise questions.
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When I was writing 'Ace', I only thought for 2 hours before I started writing.
When I wrote the final version, I thought for 18 months.
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