17 Is This a Magical Phone Card?

George thought that it was very strange when he realized that he wasn't feeling any pain from the palm that he had raised to block the bullet.

Could it be that the bullet had missed?

Or maybe someone had subdued that person?

No! The sound that he had heard just now was without a doubt the sound of a gunshot.

George retracted his palm. Sure enough, there weren't any signs of it being pierced by the bullet. What was puzzling was, where did the bullet that had just been shot go?

At this moment, the crowd that heard the gunshot was fleeing in panic.

"Oh my God! Someone has been shot!"

"Where are the police?!"

"Run! Run!"

They didn't care at all whether the bullet hit the target or not. What they were afraid of was whether it would affect them.

As for the middle-aged man who had let out the shot, after pulling the trigger, he was surprised to find that George didn't fall to the ground as he had expected.

However, he had watched as the bullet shot into the other party's palm. As for why George did not appear to be hit, the middle-aged man was simply clueless and stunned.

He couldn't understand why the bullet had disappeared in George's palm.

"Could it be that you are..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his sentence, he was surrounded by the security personnel who had arrived in time.

"Put down the weapon in your hand!"

The security personnel of the subway raised their pistols one after another and aimed at the middle-aged man.

"Don't move. Put your weapon on the ground, or we'll shoot!"

George had already recovered from his panic. Feeling that his body was once again under his control, he quickly moved his body and moved away from the muzzle of the gun that was aimed at him.

He ran to the vicinity of the security personnel of the subway and only then did he feel completely safe.

After the middle-aged man who tried to shoot him put down the weapon in his hand, he was subdued by the security guards.

"Sir, please wait for a moment. The police will be here soon."

George knew that the police would definitely get involved in the investigation after such a thing happened in the subway station. As the victim, although he was not injured physically, he still had to cooperate with the police's investigation.

While waiting for the police to arrive, George's mind was in chaos. He had never seen the person who attacked him just now, but he should be related to the factory. After all, he had gone awfully close to the factory just now.

Although he did not go in, he had coincidentally met the younger brother of the factory's boss outside, who coincidentally was the taxi driver who almost had him killed.

What George couldn't fathom was that the middle-aged man had shot him at such a close distance just now, it would be impossible for the other party to make a mistake. However, he simply couldn't understand how the bullet that was shot at him had disappeared.

After waiting for a few minutes, a few men in police uniforms walked into the subway station.

Following protocol, two policemen removed the middle-aged man from the scene away first. Then one of the remaining policemen, who should be the sheriff, said to George, "Sir, please come to the police station with me!"

George agreed to the sheriff's request and left the subway station with the policemen.

After they walked out of the subway station, George saw a few police cars parked near the exit. One of the cars didn't have a police car logo, and it should be the car of the sheriff.

It was not until he got into the police car that his uneasy mood relaxed.

It wasn't until now that George realized that he holding the old phone card in his right hand. He suddenly realized that the bullet that had shot at him should have hit the phone card first.

However, when he scrutinized the phone card and checked it again and again, he didn't see any signs of damage.

An absurd idea formed in George's mind: could it be that the bullet disappeared because of this phone card? Or was it not a phone card at all?

The more George thought about it, the more incredulous he became. The only thing he was sure of now was that the phone card Anna left for him was not that simple.

Then, he suddenly remembered that by following the police back to the police station, his belongings would have to be strictly checked.

If the phone card in his hand was found to not be an actual phone card, it would be difficult for him to retrieve it.

This can't do. He couldn't go to the police station, nor could he let the phone card fall into the hands of outsiders.

This was something that Anna had left for him. If it really was something magical, it would be almost impossible to retrieve it then.

He knew too well how humans dealt with extraordinary items. They wouldn't allow an extraordinary item to be in the hands of an individual.

George looked out the window at the streets. The police car had already left District 5 and was passing through District 3. It wouldn't be long before they reached the police station.

Time was of the essence. He had to think of a way to leave the police car before they reached the police station.

Jump from the car and escape? That wasn't realistic, and it was impossible.

Bribing the police in the police car? There were three police officers here, and it was a big risk.

Should he ask his mentor, Professor Eugene, for help? No, from the words of the police officer, his mentor would be able to guess that he had a special item on him.

George thought of the captain of the Secret Ops squad, Buck.

For some reason, he subconsciously trusted him, even though the other party was a secret service agent.

Perhaps it was because when the other party was willing to help him, he had always stated his conditions.

After George made up his mind, he turned his gaze to the sheriff sitting next to him.

"Sheriff, I need to make a call now."

"Sir, please go ahead. Before we have solid evidence, you are not a suspect."

George gave him a fake smile, then took out his phone from his pocket, found Buck's number, and pressed the call button.

After a short wait, Buck's familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Hello!"

"Buck, it's George. I'm in the police car, about to follow the police back to the police station. I'm fine. I was just shot by a stranger on the subway platform. No, no, I'm really not injured. My mentor asked me to rush back today. You should know very well why."

At this point, Buck had already realized the purpose of George's call.

Barker's tone was a little unnatural as he said, "You're not asking me to use my authority to prevent you from going to the police station, right?"

George knew that Buck was very smart. He could even be described as a cunning old fox.

"Name your conditions then!"

George knew that what Buck cared about now was the generous resources he had in his hands. The secret service was an organization that burned through funds. If they just relied on the funds provided by the organization for their activities, Buck and the others might not be able to do much.

There was silence on the phone, which meant that Buck was thinking about his conditions.

The wait did not last long. Soon, George heard Buck's conditions coming through the phone.

It was a condition that he felt was acceptable.

George did not say any more nonsense. He simply promised the other party and then hung up the phone.

The police car was speeding through the streets. The few policemen in the car pretended not to have any interest in George's call just now.

But George understood that it was only because he was still considered a victim and that this identity would protect him until he entered the police station and no investigations had gone underway.

George looked out of the car and saw that the police car had entered District 2. In a few minutes, they would reach the police station.

As he waited anxiously, the police car turned at an intersection, and through the windshield, George could already see the police building's sign.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the stuffy car.

George's body did not budge. He knew it was the sheriff's phone ringing next to him.

The sheriff immediately picked up the phone and answered it.