A Scientific Urban Detective

Lin Wuming began searching the enemies for equipment, but besides the walkie-talkies for communication, he didn't find anything that could connect them to the outside world.

“Tsk, useless guys…” Lin Wuming paced around anxiously.

When he was facing the hail of bullets just now, he didn't hold back because of the tension, resulting in the defeated enemies being in a terrible state.

In order to subdue them with one blow and prevent them from harming him again, Lin Wuming used his Nen ability to perform "throwing techniques" on the enemies, using their heads to collide with hard objects such as the ground or flowerbeds. As a result, they were all bleeding from their heads, and the scene was extremely tragic.

In addition, there was also an unlucky guy who had his head blown off by the enemy sniper next to the flowerbed, which directly elevated the bloodiness of the scene to another level!

Having witnessed the tragic scene of the headshot, Lin Wuming inexplicably felt that the enemies whose heads were smashed open in front of him also seemed to have been "headshot."

Moreover, he was the one who did it!

This inexplicable association, coupled with the extremely bloody and stimulating scene just now, made Lin Wuming, who was no longer in the tense state of battle, feel nauseous and sick.

However, considering that there were other enemies lurking in the dark, Lin Wuming did not dare to relax, let alone vomit here. He had to endure the all-round discomfort from physiology to psychology and continue to be vigilant against enemy attacks.

Then, under pressure and stimulation, fear and disgust gradually evolved into anger.

The fact that the enemy had not made any new moves for a long time increased Lin Wuming's pressure.

As said before—there is only a thousand days of being a thief, but no thousand days of guarding against a thief.

Lin Wuming had almost reached his limit.

The nerves that had been tense since the attack by the gangsters finally snapped…

As the saying goes, anger rises from the heart, and evil grows from the gallbladder; might as well go all the way.

“Okay, since you won't come over, don't blame me for taking the initiative to kill you!” Lin Wuming said fiercely.

Looking around, Lin Wuming picked two enemies in better condition and dragged them aside. After waking them up, he began to "interrogate" them.

But it was just a show.

Although Lin Wuming was angry at this time, he had not completely lost his mind. He knew that the sniper hiding in the dark was the biggest threat to him at the moment; as for the other enemies, they were all "close combat warriors" who had to get close to the line of sight to launch an attack, so they were not to be feared.

He also remembered that the unlucky guy who was headshot just now was killed by the sniper because he revealed some information to him—the enemy obviously cared about the leakage of information, and even when the sniper moved to a favorable terrain, the first to attack was not Lin Wuming, but the "traitor."

Since this was the case, Lin Wuming planned to repeat the trick and lure the sniper to attack again.

—Because he wanted to lock the sniper's specific location, and then rush over at the fastest speed to kill him!

Using Nen blocks to repeatedly beat the enemies, even picking up these two unlucky guys and throwing them to the ground…

These people who were specifically responsible for the action really didn't know too much valuable information. After repeated torture, they had already said everything they could say, and there was no essential difference from the information Lin Wuming had obtained before.

But unexpectedly, the expected bullet did not arrive for a long time. No one came to rescue, or even to silence them. The dozen or so enemies in front of them seemed to have been abandoned by their organization.

“It's not like it, the enemy is probably really giving up on them!” Lin Wuming suddenly realized. Thinking about it carefully, he single-handedly solved more than a dozen fully armed soldiers with submachine guns—this level of combat power, in his previous life, would probably only be seen in movies.

Seeing his record so amazing in reality, even a brutal dark organization would consider giving up and retreating.

“No, how can I let you escape like this!” Lin Wuming refused to give up.

It's still the same sentence—there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. He couldn't be sure whether the enemy had really permanently abandoned the mission and retreated, or temporarily retreated to regroup and upgrade their equipment before making a comeback.

It was a matter of his own life, and the grand plan of whether he could lie down and enjoy his new life in peace in the future. How could Lin Wuming relax and retreat at this time?

—Besides, he finally went out, but all the ingredients and goods he bought were ruined…

Looking at the meat, vegetables, eggs, milk, and various seasonings scattered all over the ground, stained with dust and even blood, Lin Wuming had no intention of picking them up and recycling them.

“I've paid such a big price…” He raised his hand and used his Nen ability to summon the wheelchair that was lying not far away, and sat on it steadily.

“We must solve the problem once and for all!”

The wheelchair under him launched like a bullet, speeding away.

“I must not let go of the sniper who ambushed me so many times!”

After rushing out of the street where the battle took place before, many noisy sounds suddenly appeared in Lin Wuming's ears, and there were also vehicles and pedestrians in his sight—this was what a normal street should look like.

I don't know what means the enemy used to make the other street, which was only a short distance away, as quiet as another world.

The wheelchair, traveling at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, suddenly rushed out, causing an uproar among the vehicles and pedestrians on the road.

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But after all, this is Academy City, and even if they encounter a speeding wheelchair, the citizens can calmly accept the reality.

In addition, Lin Wuming's speed was too fast, disappearing from their sight before others had time to react.

In complex terrain such as a city, the straight-line distance between two locations of only one or two hundred meters may actually require a detour, adding four or five times the distance.

In addition, Lin Wuming was not familiar with the route, and after turning around, it took him more than four minutes to reach the building.

—According to the trajectory of the bullet when the sniper fired the last shot, it was this office building.

Seeing the entrance of the office building, Lin Wuming finally slowed down.

He actually didn't have much hope. Including the initial "interrogation" time, more than ten minutes had passed since the sniper fired the last shot.

For so long, the enemy had probably retreated and fled from here—the sniper's speed of transferring positions was very fast.

In fact, now that he had returned to a normal street, Lin Wuming's crisis had been relieved to some extent. If he took out his mobile phone at this time, he would find that the signal was full and he could contact Kamijou Aiho at any time.

But Lin Wuming didn't think of these things at this time. What supported him all the way to get here, and even staged the scene of "wheelchair racing", was actually a stubbornness and courage.

In other words, it was the stress response produced by humans when they encountered sudden events, high tension, and intense emotional fluctuations.

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