32 Chasing and Killing (1/2)
Upon hearing this, the surrounding agents involuntarily revealed shocked expressions. Presently it was 1984, America was known for its democracy and respect of their citizens, the FBI was still a government secret. In 1974, America’s president Richard Nixon resigned because of the watergate scandal, this was related to a few high officials in the FBI. They even managed to bring a president down, the power of the FBI was greatly boosted, and right now their influential power was at its pinnacle. Sheyan actually dared to seek out a lawyer in front of them? Utilizing his personal rights?
The red nose agent was stunned for a while. He then shifted the aim of his revolver directly to Sheyan’s face, with a stern look he spoke.
”Brat, I don’t like you, if you continue talking rubbish, then we will lock you up with a gigolo. Maybe that gig will be interested in your bottoms. Kneel down now!”
Sheyan’s eyes flickered with frost, his face however maintained emotionless as he shook his head. Snorting, he slowly knelt down. His body was shivering excessively as if he was afraid, and the surrounding FBI agents appeared to sneer sadistically. With a slight nudge of his left hand, that black briefcase containing the cobalt steel exoskeleton crashed to the ground beside him.
Although the FBI were overflowing with loftiness, they knew the ”evidence” on Sheyan’s hands were of utmost importance, it cannot be damaged. If something went wrong, they could forget about getting a promotion in the next few years. Thus, they immediately threw their attention and bent down to it.
At this moment, Sheyan’s frustration could be seen greatly through his thick brows frowning down and connecting with each other. Maintaining a steady posture with his hands up, he arched his head backwards, and proceeded to heavily smash his forehead down onto Red nose’s chest!
Sheyan’s move was so abrupt, it was like an iron headbutt move from Shaolin Temple. These few FBI agents were not well versed in China’s martial arts, and was in no way prepared for such a sudden and strange move!
A person’s forehead is the hardest bone of the person, in addition to Sheyan’s incomparable strength enforcing it, he struck hardly onto red nose. Red nose gasped, his face ashen as both eyes swelled up as though it was going to pop out. His prior meal mixed with fresh blood rushed up his throat and finally vomiting out through his mouth.
A smelly stench filled the air, as the mixture was vomited onto Sheyan’s back, however, he had succeeded in wrapping up with Red nose. This prevented the FBI agents from firing at him. Using his leg to hook onto the briefcase, he flinged it up to the grip of his raised left hand. Sheyan then kicked off strongly with both his legs, leaping and smashing out through the display window!
”CLANK PAINK!” The greasy display window shattered into a thousand pieces. Lowering his body down, he used his shoulder blades to cushion the fall and made a roll finally standing up onto the street. The sounds of gunshot followed the shattering sounds of glass scattering on the ground. After running for a few steps, he started staggering, as a shocking dark crimson red dyed the back of his coat.
[ You have received an attack from an FBI Agent (Elite), Lost 19 (44 - 25) HP ]
ED: (44 damage - 25 damage reduction effect of Endurance)
[ You have received an attack from an FBI Agent (Elite), Lost 21 (46 - 25) HP ]
[ You have received an attack from an FBI Agent (Elite), Lost 17 (42 - 25) HP ]
[ You have sustained a 7 HP loss/5 seconds condition due to excessive lost of blood, effects will last for 30 seconds. ]
The FBI Agents’ gunpowder were threatening, far exceeding the damage of a Los Angeles policeman. Their opponent was a threat to the nation’s security. They were using Glock 17 9mm pistols, and their guns were all in burst shot mode; firing 3 with one trigger.
Sheyan watched as the nightmare imprint transmitted a series of notification. At present, he unconsciously felt like a trapped beast entering a state of deep worry.
Sheyan’s agility wasn’t high, even if he did his utmost to flee, he would still be easily pestered by his pursuers. The searing pain from his back wounds started enveloping him, as his muscles started to push out the bullet projectiles.