Abyssal Wanderer

In fact, Jim had no intention of confronting those lunatics head-on.

Generally speaking, all members of the Riot Control Task Force are adjusters, and the degree of modification is from Depth 1 to Depth 2. Usually a team of four, each person is responsible for different tactical tasks based on their own expertise. Although the vast majority of the members are random transformations, there are occasionally adjusters who are on the path to promotion.

After sealing the door to the secret room, Jim silently recalled the information about the Riot Control Task Force in his mind.

In addition to their own transformation, they are also equipped with the Sin series of mobile prison exoskeletons - this kind of battlefield power armor with a built-in cardiac arrest switch, which not only enhances the combat effectiveness of the task force, but also is a direct means for the Public Security Bureau to control them. .

Thinking of this, Jim couldn't help but look at the .50-caliber "Persuader" electromagnetic power revolver in his hand.

This thing might be good for scaring a rookie like Wheely, but when it comes to dealing with riot control task force, it is undoubtedly overestimating its capabilities.

It may not even be able to penetrate the opponent's power armor.

However, he didn't take out this old gun just for fighting.

Skillfully opening the magazine, Jim poured all the bullets inside into the palm of his hand. Then he picked out three dark red special bullets.

Or rather, three injection vials filled with some strange dark red suspension.

It should be enough...

Jim looked at the three bottles and thought, and then removed the electromagnetic primer at the bottom for accelerated propulsion.

It was also at this time that there was a knock on the door.

"Is anyone here?"

A very gentle-sounding voice sounded outside the door.

Unexpectedly, he was quite polite - Jim originally thought that these guys would pry open the door without saying a word, or punch it through.

Quickly putting the three vials removed from the bullets into his coat pocket, Jim walked over and opened the door.

The moment he opened the door, Jim felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

Outside the door, four men in dark power armor stood like four iron towers. Although they were very different in height, weight, and thinness, with the blessing of power armor, even the shortest person among them looked half a head taller than Jim.

"Good evening, sir."

The one who asked the question was the tallest man among them. His arms must have been adjusted and modified, and the length hung down to his knees. And he wears a pair of huge power gloves on his hands, which makes him look like a cyberized silverback gorilla.

"Good evening... who are you?"

Jim asked, pretending to be confused.

"My name is Landa, and I'm part of the Sheriff's Department's Riot Control Task Force."

The big man who looked like a silverback gorilla replied, tapping the coat of arms on his left breastplate to identify himself. Immediately, he turned to look at the guy next to him with pigtails tied with a data cable:

"Are you sure this is the right place?"

"All the data from the sensors used for surveillance outside comes here."

The guy with a somewhat reggae look replied.

After getting the affirmative answer, Landa looked at Jim again.

"It's like this. We are hunting a fugitive. Did you watch the news before?"

"I don't know, what happened?"

Jim tilted his head in confusion.

"An Icarusian terrorist attacked the data node. She escaped to Yucca Avenue among the crowd. We checked the surveillance along the way and found that she was probably hiding in this building... Do you have any clues?"

Regarding this question, Jim just shook his head:

"I don't know, I didn't hear anything nearby, and besides, I've never supported Icarusism - they're too extreme."

This answer that was eager to get rid of the relationship caused a mocking smile to appear on the corner of Landa's mouth unconsciously:

"In that case, do you mind if we come to your house to check it out?"

"Check my house?"

An exaggerated expression of surprise appeared on Jim's face for a moment.

"Of course, it must be based on your consent."

In this regard, Landa just added warmly.

However, just after he said these words, his two power gloves made a humming sound.

The hidden meaning is expressed very clearly - do you dare to say that you don't want to?

In response to this, Jim just lowered his head as if thinking for a moment, and then said:

"If we want to search, can you show me a search warrant first?"

"Search warrant?"

This was an answer that none of the four people outside the door expected.

Facing four heavily armed and menacing criminals in prison, this man was actually discussing the law with them. Could it be that this guy is a young man who just came to the Nord resettlement area and doesn't understand the rules of this place?

This suddenly gave Landa a bad taste.

"Sorry, sir, we don't usually need this kind of thing."

After speaking, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Then I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do it."

In this regard, Jim continued to implement his stupid persona.

He even took a step back as he spoke and pushed the door in front of the other party, intending to shut them all out.

"Searching without a warrant is illegal..."

But before Jim finished speaking, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

A huge force knocked him against the wall of the entrance hall. In an instant, his chest and back suffered a huge impact at the same time.

"Well, poof..."

Before Jim could figure out what happened, a large mouthful of blood was vomited out.

"Hey, he's still alive after receiving a punch. This kid seems to have undergone biological strengthening."

A voice seemed to come from far away.

Jim slid limply down the wall amid jeers. Then there was a loud "clang" sound - the thing that had previously slapped itself against the wall fell to the ground.

That's the door to his house.

The moment Jim closed the door, Landa activated his power fist and punched the door directly, slapping Jim against the wall like a mosquito.

"Don't talk about the law in front of us...the protection the law can provide you is probably about the same as this door."

Landa walked up to Jim and stepped on his head.

"Fuck you...if I don't find anything in my house, I will definitely sue you later."

Jim said with difficulty as he felt burning pain in his chest and back.

At this moment, the three vials he had put in his jacket pocket had been smashed, and some glass fragments had penetrated into the flesh of his chest. The dark red suspension in the bottle also flowed out.

They were mixed with the blood he had just spit out, and the combination of the two filled the small air in the room with a colorless gas.

"Sue us? Hahahaha."

Landa, who was not aware of the problem at all, burst out laughing after hearing Jim's words.

"Sue us, and then what? Let us go to jail?"

Not only him, but also several people behind him laughed out loud.

From a legal perspective, as long as they are still wearing the "sin" power armor, they are still serving their sentence in prison. Therefore, it sounds a bit funny to prosecute prisoners serving their sentences - they are already serving life sentences, so even if their sentences are increased, how much more can be added to them?

After laughing at him, Landa didn't bother to explain to the dumbfounded young man in front of him, so he kicked him in the stomach to shut him up temporarily.

Jim spat out another mouthful of blood.

This is the style of the riot control task force: no scruples, violence first. They don't care about anything except some big shot with their cardiac arrest button in hand.

"Everyone, go in and see where this guy hid the fugitive."

Following Landa's order, several people filed in and walked past Jim, and then began to rummage through his house as if it were being demolished.

They opened the sofa, smashed the wardrobe, and overturned the bed boards... It didn't take long for Jim's house to be turned upside down. But after searching around, they found nothing.

"What, can't find it? According to the big data analysis of the smart city system, the fugitive is most likely hiding here. How can he not be found?"

"Everything... I told you... I don't know any fugitives at all."

Jim got up from the ground at some point and walked tremblingly into the living room. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and fell down on the sofa with difficulty.

"If it weren't for you, why would the data from the private sensors outside be transmitted back to your home?"

Seeing this, the task force member with a data cable tied behind his head asked directly.

"I have many enemies, aren't I afraid of being retaliated against?"

Jim replied weakly.

"A lot of enemies?"

Landa walked up to Jim, held him in her hand and raised him to eye level with her, her eyes cold.

"Why are there so many enemies?"

"Because I'm a certified private investigator..."

As he spoke, Jim took out his ID from his pocket.

"You can ask around when you get back. Maybe one of your colleagues was arrested by me... Do you think I have many enemies?"

"Ha! A self-employed cop."

After Jim finished speaking, a person next to him spat disdainfully.

In the Nord resettlement area, licensed private detectives have the power to handle cases - this is a microcosm of the government's continuous outsourcing of business in the resettlement area. In a legal sense, Jim's identity is even closer to that of a police officer than the thieves in front of him.

Another person in the team came over after hearing this. He patted Landa's shoulder, which was holding Jim's hand at the moment, and said:

"Let's go, Old Blue, I guess I made a mistake... This really doesn't look like Icarus's temporary base."

Then, he leaned into the other person's ear and whispered:

"It's not worth killing a self-employed person with a certificate and having to write a report when he goes back."

Jim had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"snort!"

After being thrown to the ground hard, Jim heard the big man order:

"Re-investigate this building, starting with the one with the second highest probability!"

After saying that, his eyes scanned the entire room, and finally stopped at the door of the secret room for some unknown reason.

"Wait a minute, there's something wrong with that wall."

Landa said so.

Then, he walked straight to the wall of the secret room and said as he walked:

"The wall lamp hanging on the wall is not in the same style as the entire room. Why is that?"

"Then you have to ask the previous owner of the house."

Jim, who barely got up from the ground, replied.

"Is that so?"

Landa grinned, and then the gloves started buzzing again. He raised his fist, faced the wall, and then...

"And, there is a secret room behind this wall."

Seeing that the opponent was planning to charge up a punch, Jim directly told the truth.

Landa stopped, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

"Using the power glove will destroy what's inside, so let me open it."

Jim said calmly.

A gun was pressed against the back of his neck, and the only person in the task force holding a gun said in his ear:

"Don't play tricks."

Jim nodded, and then asked the other party to put the gun against his neck and walk to the door of the secret room. Landa got out of the way for him.

"To be honest, the results may disappoint you."

Jim said before opening the door to the secret room.

Press the hidden button on the wall lamp and the wall will flip open.

In a secret room about four square meters square, Huili, who looked pale, was exposed to everyone's gaze.

At this moment, she was covering her mouth, trying her best not to make any sound.

Jim moved some positions, and at this moment the four members of the task force were stunned. After a while, Landa finally made some noise:

"oh……"

Then, he laughed wildly:

"Hahahahahahaha, fuck you, the one I punched just now was actually a police superintendent from the Public Security Bureau?"

He stared at the badges and police uniforms hanging on the wall of the secret room, pulled Jim next to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's the 'former' superintendent. It's all in the past. Now I'm just a self-employed cop."

Jim shrugged and said:

“I don’t want to see these things and I can’t bear to throw them away, so I put them all here.”

"So it turns out that all the previous superintendents were such weaklings that Lao Lan could knock him down with just one punch?"

The guy with dreadlocks tied with a data cable looked a little unbelievable.

Nowadays, the hierarchical leaders in charge of the Public Security Bureau, that is, the guys with the title of "Superintendent", are all monster-level existences in terms of the degree of transformation - if not for this, they will not be able to convince the Public Security Bureau, which is full of adjusters. institutions of violence.

"It was in the past. At that time, Nord was not as chaotic as it is now, so naturally there was no need for the superintendent to have any powerful 'superpowers'.

"The Sheriff's Department at that time didn't need criminals to assist in investigations."

Jim looked at Huili who was clearly right in front of him, but the four people completely ignored Huili and replied as if he was remembering something.

"Now, can I close the door?"

Jim looked back at the people and asked.

…………

The Silent Realm was shut down about half an hour later, and Jim waited another half an hour before he was sure that the riot control task force had completely left.

Since the door had been destroyed before, he simply didn't let Hui Li leave the secret room, but moved a folding stool and walked in himself.

"You are hurt……"

This was the first thing Huili said. As soon as the words came out, tears couldn't help but flow down.

Although it had been briefly dealt with before, the scars left by Landa and the others on Jim were still extremely obvious.

"I have undergone biological enhancement. This little skin injury is nothing. It will be cured within a week."

Jim waved his hand and said.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer..."

Hui Li clasped his hands together and buried his head deeply.

"It's okay, I deliberately provoked them to take action. This way, the things in the 'disruption bomb' can take effect as quickly as possible, otherwise they would have discovered you just now."

Jim explained.

Hearing the other party mention this, Huili's previously suppressed curiosity was suddenly released.

"So, why didn't they find me just now?"

Huili asked immediately.

"It's just a symptom of artificially induced selective blindness by stimulating the visual blind spots of the brain through the 'Nix factor'... just some tricks, little tricks."

Jim answered vaguely, and then continued:

"The key is that you were calm enough and didn't make any noise, otherwise they would have discovered you."

Hui Li said "Oh" with a vague understanding, but before she could ask any more questions, Jim immediately took over the topic:

"Let's talk about the next arrangements first. Except for going to the bathroom these two days, you will stay in this secret room until the storm passes. When the storm passes completely, I will help you find a reliable private driver to take you there. Go back to the third floor..."

Jim said as he stood up, turned around, and began to rummage for something in the file bag hanging behind the secret room door.

Hui Li blushed and looked at the man in front of him who had saved his life twice.

Look at his back.

At this moment, he had too many wounds and bruises on his body, so he didn't wear a shirt. He simply wrapped it with a bandage sprayed with self-healing gel, exposing his strong back muscles.

If the first time he saved him was as he said, his mother's reward was enough, then why would he risk his life to save himself again today?

This is not a facade.

Hearing the "empty" beating of his heart, Huili felt that his emotions at the moment were as real as his heartbeat.

"By the way, I will tally up the losses of my family tonight and send them to you. Remember to transfer the money to my account then..."

"Jim, I really love you."

With an ominous "click" sound, Jim stopped what he was doing and turned around.

At this moment, Wheely was pointing the revolver at his head.

In this distance and this space, there was nowhere to hide.

"Wheili?"

Jim raised his hands and asked tentatively.

"You said before that my love is just emotional, and everything I fall in love with is just an illusion. But now I can be completely sure that my love for you is by no means emotional, and I am falling in love with the most real you."

At this moment, Huili had a crazy smile on his face, but tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. Half-crying, half-laughing, he looked as if he was on the verge of emotional collapse.

However, on the other hand, she held the gun extremely steadily.

"Huili, let's put the gun down first, okay? Don't make fun of this thing."

Jim felt a little sweat on his back.

She was not joking - she observed the other person's representational topology, and every word the other person said was her true feelings at the moment.

Including the murderous intention to point a gun at himself, it is also true.

"Jim!"

Huili's excited voice made him tremble.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

He lowered his tone to avoid irritating her.

"If I can overcome age, family, or other worldly problems...then can you accept me?"

Wheely asked, pointing a gun at Jim's head.

"In this case, I can only accept it as a female bear."

Jim couldn't help but smile.

"Does this count as a promise to me?"

Wheely asked quietly.

"How about you start by inviting me to watch a movie?"

Jim replied, while calculating in his mind how he should seize the other person's gun.

And this time...

"Jim."

Wheely spoke.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I actually know it's wrong, but I just can't help it."

"What's wrong?"

Jim asked, sweating profusely.

"I love you."

Hui Li closed her eyes.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and a copper nine-millimeter bullet was shot from the muzzle of Wheely's hand. It hit Jim's left eye directly, shattering the Elis Type II optical prosthetic eye installed in it.

The prosthetic eye failed to stop the bullet, and its scattered fragments penetrated deeply into Jim's brain. The nine-millimeter bullet continued to advance, penetrating the prefrontal cortex, severing the corpus callosum deeply, and crushing the hippocampus as it rolled.

Jim, whose head was shot, fell down without a sound.

Huili stood there for a long time holding the gun, and then she slowly walked over. Kneeling next to Jim, she hugged his hole-in-the-head head tenderly, crying and laughing like a madman for a long time.

Finally, she tremblingly opened the door to the secret room and left, leaving only Jim's body lying in the secret room.

He will wake up in an hour. (End of chapter)