If you're not dead, I won't feel safe!

The police were extremely vigilant. Though Sheyan was struggling for help, they still searched his body for any weapons before supporting him up. Sheyan panted heavily, shivering as he shut his eyes tightly; pretending to be terribly anxious about his surroundings.

He realized the police mobilization had vastly exceeded his expectations; not only were there numerous large and small police cars, in mid air, were 3 police choppers shining their glaring spotlights down from the night sky.

Because there were huge amounts of casualties, the police had setted up a first aid zone around two ambulances. The people sent there were mostly ones who were trampled over amidst the chaos. They were all shocked to a stupor, while only about one-third suffered from gunshot wounds.

Sheyan’s injuries appeared to be very serious, hence, he was given priority treatment from the medics. From the start, he had only been hostile toward people from underground organizations, hence, he wasn’t afraid of the police interrogating or searching up on him.

At this moment, two heavily injured policemen were carried in, one had a gunshot to his chest, while one had broken his left leg. These two Los angeles policemen didn’t appear in good shape as they angrily cursed out in their pain. "That damned bastard inside!"

One after the other, 7-8 other policemen in need of aid were sent here, all of them sustained non-fatal gunshot injuries and were unable to carry on their duties. Some had stubborn personalities and complained or cursed repeatedly, while some remained pale and silent as though they were still fearful. Their wounds were obviously inflicted by Cazider. Under his insane gun skills and viciousness, these policemen had been scared stiff. They were all hoping for the Delta anti-terror task force to arrive.

Sheyan looked up at the hovering helicopter and sneered. This Los Angeles police mobilization, adding onto the leaked information on his appearance, how will Cazider escape such immense multitudes of police forces? However, very quickly, a policeman, still bleeding from his arm having just been relieved from his burdensome duties, hatefully complained.

"Guys, that damned lunatic has finally been captured. That bastard actually lasted so long and even took 3 shots before fainting, who knows how much drugs he took!"

Sheyan’s pupils shrunk. Cazider’s surrender was indeed outside of his expectations, however after contemplating further, it did made sense.

To Cazider, for a situation where both fighting or not wouldn’t make a difference, and being unable to escape, surrendering would be his only way of surviving. However, Sheyan knew that fainting from heavy injuries was definitely a trick.

Would the police mobilize such a large scale of forces, even to the extent of sending the three choppers, to watch over him and escort his ambulance to the hospital? Therefore, there would be plenty of chance for him to escape later on.

If Cazider remained alive, Sheyan naturally would have an enemy as horrifying as a poisonous snake! Furthermore, this brat used long range combat attacks, where Sheyan would have to live in constant fear of such a guy daily.

Thinking of that, Sheyan gradually felt a slight chill, as if an ice cube was lodged somewhere in his body.

"Therefore, Cazider must die!"

In a moment, Sheyan gazed at the faraway ambulance with a frozen murderous expression; as though a flame was ignited in his eyes.

After the place stabilized, the casualties naturally were sent to the hospital for treatment.

Sheyan’s body sustained gunshot wounds, following regulations, he had to be brought to the police station to record his statement. Only Sheyan was extremely crafty, his mind was clear but he pretended he was still in a semi-conscious and nauseous state.

To anyone questioning him, he would reply that he had a splitting headache. As his head injury looked very serious, nobody suspected his behavior.

When Sheyan reached the hospital, and after letting the doctor examine him, he was diagnosed with severe cerebral concussion. Thus, he was Injected with a calming dosage and placed on IV drip, before letting him rest in a hospital room for further observation.

This large scale police mobilization had resulted in plenty of casualties, and it was already late at night when they were all sent to the hospital. Therefore, the doctors on shift were extremely busy, working tirelessly until 2-3 am before stopping.

Sheyan’s single room only had a lone policeman guarding it, who was also in charged of the entire stretch of corridor spanning 20 rooms. This policeman also participated in the night operation and was lucky not to be injured, however, he was currently extremely fatigued; dozing off dozens of times while sitting down.

Meanwhile, Cazider was enjoying a president suite room; his room had a layer of protection preventing him from leaving, which had 15 policemen guarding it. His entire location was treated with extreme vigilance and strictness.

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When the clock struck 4 am, Sheyan suddenly opened his eyes. Removing his IV drip, he tiptoed into the corridor. The on guard policeman had fallen into a deep sleep. Glancing to his left and right, Sheyan reached out his hand and grabbed the policeman’s neck, before dragging him into the nearby storeroom. At this moment, Sheyan received a notification from his nightmare imprint.

[ You attacked a Los Angeles policeman, your crime index in this terminal world has increased by 10, your current crime index is 10. ]

Sheyan stumbled backwards, nevertheless, he did not dwell on it but concentrated on dealing with this policeman. Under the pressure of his immense strength of twice an average person, that poor policeman struggled frantically as his face turned purple, not being able let out a sound. Only until his eyeballs rolled back as if he was about to faint, did Sheyan loosen his grip as he whispered in his ears.

"Mr Policeman, I have no ill intention towards the police force, however that damned lunatic above smeared our place with the blood and brains of my fellow comrades, I will not allow him to go to jail so easily! I want his F**king life! If you obediently corporate, i swear on my ancestor’s name that i will not harm any innocent person!"

Cazider and his comrade had killed at least 20 Los Angeles policemen. Some of the policemen had good friends who suffered heavy gun injuries. Hence, that unfortunate policeman naturally harbored a grudge against Cazider, after hearing Sheyan’s goal, his sunken face remained silent. His actions however became cooperative as he relaxed and took off his police uniform while lying on the patient bed, willingly letting Sheyan to knock him out cold.

At this moment Sheyan then inquired of his crime index again, however the nightmare imprint simply replied in a few words:

Every time you violate the law, your crime index will increase.

[ Crime index determines how the police treats you. Consequently, it increases your chance of encountering the police, being interrogated or searched by them. ]

[ Crime index will reduce over time, the higher the crime index, the slower it reduces. ]

Although the information wasn’t much, Sheyan had obtained several pointers and conclusion. For example a person with high crime index, that degree of assault from the police was be very high. Just like that dead contestant no.844, his crime index must have been red hot in order to trigger the Delta anti-terror task force. Similarly, Cazider belonged to the same level of crime index. Once the police had received news, they had immediately mobilized. Although Sheyan’s crime index had increased, his crime index was still far from the level of being wanted.

After a deep sleep, Sheyan felt his strength has recovered completely. After washing the bloodstains off his face and body, he begun surveying the hospital.

After planning his tactics, he lowered his police cap and proceeded upwards.

The policemen that kept watch could naturally obtain primary news. Cazider’s accomplice had been gunned down already, furthermore, he had no relations to any Los Angeles’ underground organizations, therefore the policemen were quite relaxed. They did not think anyone would try to rescue him from the outside.

At present, the heavily injured Cazider was handcuffed to his bed. Even in the ambulance, he had been placed under such strict control, as such, even his patient room had two policemen carefully observing him. Once there were any changes, they would immediately signal it! Under normal circumstances, even if Cazider had wings, he would be unable to fly out of here.

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4 am before dawn, the hospital was enjoying a peaceful silence, one could even hear the sound of the clock ticking.

Sheyan’s heart was slightly distracted, still, he continued prancing forward as his footsteps synchronized with his breathing. Calming himself down, he walked towards the corridor that beheld Cazider’s room.

The corridor revealed 4 policemen, who were all dozing off as they leaned against their seats. A huge bearded policeman was snoring loudly. The air was chilly, as goosebumps had formed on their skin, beside them were empty coffee stained cups.

Sheyan had entered this world with much fear and trepidation, instead after several battles, he realized he had become as calm and comfortable like a fish in the water. As such, he maintained his light footsteps as he slowly inched forward without anyone noticing him.

However, when he reached the entrance, he overheard chatter; obviously, the policemen inside were wide awake. To the Cazider who possessed terrifying capabilities, the policemen did not dare to loosen their guard.

Sheyan placed his hands on the door, as he lightly pushed it open. A piercing sterile odour surged into his nostrils, the room lights remained rather bright as two vigilant policemen came over. Holding onto their pistol holsters, they released their grip after seeing the police uniform Sheyan was wearing.