Data Wasteland

"parking!"

Turning a block, a police suspension locomotive suddenly came up from behind and stopped the tram. The patrolman wearing big sunglasses and white safety helmet got into the car and scanned left and right. Chen Xing lowered his head, looked over the newspaper in his hand, and stared at the policeman's leather boots.

As long as the opponent moves slightly, he will launch a thunder blow. Fortunately, the patrol only stayed for a short while, then turned around and got out of the car, seemingly found no abnormalities.

Chen Xing closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. But at this moment, a slight tingling pain suddenly came from the scalp. Looking out of the corner of his eye, the patrol was watching himself. I was shocked suddenly, and subconsciously looked at his chest, which was covered with blood.

Oops!

The patrolman boarded the car again and walked towards Chen Xing.

"you!"

Approaching to the front, the patrol officer pointed at Chen Xing. Chen Xing put down the newspaper with a puzzled expression. The face under the patrol's sunglasses tightened instantly, and he subconsciously looked at the portable screen in his hand. Taking advantage of the moment when the former was distracted, Chen Xing bounced up and knocked out with an elbow.

Ordinary people hit the safety helmet with 2.5 times the power. The patrol officer fainted with a crooked neck and foaming at his mouth.

In the eyes of everyone in surprise, Chen Xing jumped off the tram and rode on the suspended locomotive that had not stalled. With a twist of the accelerator, he rushed towards the city hall. This is the end of the matter, there is no way to hide, only to rush a path.

"Woo..."

A few minutes later, sharp air defense sirens sounded across the city. Immediately afterwards, all the LCD screens on the street turned red. Lines of white fonts flashed quickly, accompanied by a rapid announcement.

"Warning, warning!"

"The criminal appeared in the eighth block of the dock area. He had just hijacked a police locomotive and was moving towards the center area."

"The level of the criminal is extremely dangerous. After you find the target, please report the location to the police immediately."

Chen Xing was quickly recognized by the pedestrians on the street, screaming and fleeing. In less than two minutes, his real-time image appeared on the screen on the street, constantly switching perspectives, and chasing after him.

Seeing himself on the screen, Chen Xing felt great despair. But he bit his head, tightened the accelerator desperately, and rushed in the direction of the city hall.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Patrolmen kept appearing ahead, drawing out their pistols and shooting at him. The bullet came head-on, making the front of the car burst into flames. No matter what, Chen Xing squeezed the handlebars and ran into the street. As the locomotive swept past, the police officers turned around and shot.

"puff!"

While galloping, a huge force suddenly struck. He involuntarily leaped forward and spouted a mouthful of blood. He immediately realized that he had been shot. Enduring the severe pain behind him, he controlled the locomotive and continued to sprint forward.

Fortunately, the police officers’ pistols are all round-headed bullets with less powerful power. He has 25 points of strength, and his muscle strength is 2.5 times that of ordinary people. The bullet did not penetrate the muscles of the back and shot into the lungs, so he could still breathe.

Every block they passed, several patrol officers rushed out, hiding behind the bunker and shooting at him. At this moment, he is like a mouse walking through the streets, with sticks constantly falling in front of him and behind him, in a hurry.

When he rushed to the trade market in the central area, he had been shot more than ten times, with blood all over his body. The trading market is full of traffic, with suspended trucks and people everywhere. Due to excessive blood loss, Chen Xing's vision became more and more blurred, and his reaction became slower and slower. One inadvertently crashed into a traversing floating car and flew more than ten meters away.

He rolled on the ground and got up, the people around him evaded one after another, and his eyes were full of panic and alert. He staggered to his feet, turned his head and saw a clothing store, rushed in, and slammed into the store door.

There are no customers in the shop, only a young waitress. He was in his early twenties and looked at him in panic. Chen Xingdi

Stumbled forward and grabbed her by the collar. His hands were stained with blood, and the waitress was so scared that she turned pale and screamed loudly.

"No!"

"Shut up!" Chen Xing spouted blood and said viciously, "Tell me to kill you again!" While speaking, he pulled out the silver star and pointed at the opponent's head, "I hear you!"

The waitress was stiff, and there was a warmth from below.

"Close the door!" Chen Xing said as he let go of the waitress, tore off a travel trench coat from the plastic mannequin and went into the cloakroom.

After a while, a traveler wearing a round-brimmed hat and a trench coat came out from the back door of the clothing store, mixed into the crowd, and walked towards the white buildings at the foot of the mountain.

This man was Chen Xing who had changed his face, and his backpack and guns were left in the cloakroom. Now his life is almost gone, and the external objects are no longer important.

He felt his feet heavier and heavier, as if he was filled with lead. The bullet tore his muscles and blood gurgled out. What supports him at this moment is only human survival instinct. Just breathe a sigh of relief and he will fall to the ground.

The distance of more than one thousand meters has become extremely far away. A strong sense of dizziness hit, the road slowly twisted and deformed, and the sound in my ears suddenly became louder and smaller. This is a sign that he is about to faint, and he must speed up.

"Get out, get out!"

A rough shout came from behind. Several police officers squeezed him away and ran forward.

Chen Xing followed behind, walking staggeringly. Time passed by, and the towering glass door got closer and closer. That is the entrance to the city hall. As long as you walk in, he will be safe. If the black monster didn't lie to him...

"The one in front, stop!"

When he was more than ten meters away from the gate, a patrolman suddenly stopped him. Victory was close at hand, he gritted his teeth, raised his last strength, and rushed towards the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

The patrol immediately fired. The bullet hit the wound and penetrated into the lungs. He staggered under his feet and spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

"Wow!"

The serious injury aroused his blood, and ran forward desperately. Pedestrians at the entrance avoided one after another. He headed into the hall, hissing and roaring: "I killed the nobleman, I killed the dog surnamed Yang, come and catch me!"

Then it went black and lost consciousness.

The body is light and fluttering, as if floating in the void. The boundless darkness enveloped him, time lost its meaning, just like this...

"Didi...didi...didi..."

I don't know how long it took, a small voice came from deep in the darkness. It was very fuzzy at first, and gradually became clear over time, and then he opened his eyes.

There was a vast expanse of white all around, and only something was shaking.

"He's awake!" "He's really awake, go and call Alan over."

His head seemed to be filled with paste, and he couldn't understand what others were saying. Gradually, his vision recovered. With a respirator on his mouth, and his body full of tubes, his body seemed to be his own, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Several doctors in white coats stood at the end of the bed, looking at him nervously. Several nurses were busy by the bed, their chests dangling in front of them, and a faint sweet smell came from them.

He could still think of women at this time, and he couldn't help admiring himself a little.

Behind the doctor, against the wall, stood four guards with serious faces. He was wearing a neat military uniform, with three badges hanging on the right side, with his hands behind his back, his feet naturally spread out, and he looked like he was waiting.

"Sir, how do you feel?" The nurse standing by the bed bent down, showing white teeth, and asked with concern, "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

Chen Xing shook his head.

"If you need anything, please tell me." The nurse said, very respectful. This made Chen Xing a little flattered, isn't he a criminal? He remembers being chased all over the city by police patrols last moment, when the treatment of criminals became so good.

Before long, several doctors came to the bed with a priest from the Holy Light Church. The priest was born very tall, square face, small eyes, wearing a dark blue robe, holding a black book in his hand, and his expression was gentle and calm.

"Mr. Chen Xing, I am Alan, the fast therapist of the Holy Light Church. I am very happy to serve you." After saying that, he bowed to Chen Xing and then put down the black book that symbolizes the status of the Holy Light, his hands panned. The green light came up and placed it on Chen Xing.

In an instant, a clear stream flowed from the place Alan touched to the limbs, which was extremely comfortable. A few minutes later, Chen Xing felt that the wound on his body was itchy and very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Chen Xing, please bear with me, it will be fine soon." Alan said.

After a while, the wound no longer itchy, Alan retracted his hands, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the handkerchief handed by the doctor next to him, picked up the black book next to him, and said to Chen Xing, "Mr. Chen Xing, my treatment has been completed. It’s over. Rest for twenty minutes and you will be able to move freely.” Then he said with concern, “But don’t eat spicy food these days, try to eat lighter ones to let your body gradually recover.”

"Thank you." Chen Xing opened his mouth and realized that he could speak. It seemed that the lung injury had healed.

"Mr. Chen Xing, do you need anything else?" Alan asked.

Originally, Chen Xing wanted to ask him why their superiors were so good to him, and even the quick therapist was sent, which is really incredible. But when the words came to his lips, he still held back and chose to wait and see the changes. Since ancient times, cases of torture after cure have been common. As the bottom of society, he has no money, no money, no background and no background. He really can't think of any high-ranking officials to rescue him. The only explanation is this.

However, Chen Xing is also an open-minded person. It doesn't matter how you die.

"My things are leaking outside. It is a small clothing store in the trade market. If it is convenient, please help me to pick it up." Chen Xing asked tentatively. After all, it was his wealth. Gone. Moreover, the city's supervision is strict, and most citizens will not make a fortune. The things should still be there, or they were sent to the police station.

"Don't worry, I will definitely get it back for you." Alan nodded.

Soon after Alan left, Chen Xing asked the nurse to remove the tube from her body and sit up. His stomach was empty, but he didn't have any appetite, so he asked the nurse to make him a cup of hot milk, which made him more comfortable drinking it.

Three maids in black lace fluffy skirts walked in, holding the new garrison lieutenant's uniform and leather boots in both hands, as well as his own armed belt.

"Mr. Chen Xing, please follow us to the bath to take a bath, the princess will see you soon." The maid in the middle stepped forward and gave a court ceremony to Chen Xing. Judging from the style of the brooch and the way the tie is tied, it should be a palace maid.

According to the court etiquette of the United Kingdom of Ambergris River, the one with a bow tie is a maid, the one with two bows is the chief maid, the one with three bows is the maid chief, and the one with a bow and a knot is the royal maid, and so on.

"Princess?" Chen Xing was puzzled. He doesn't remember what princess he knows. If you insist on saying yes, only the self-proclaimed Demon Princess Aaliyah.

"The jewel on the Red Fort, Princess Qingcheng." The maid nodded.

Chen Xing frowned imperceptibly, a bad premonition spontaneously arisen. Although the other party's etiquette is meticulous and impeccable, and the tone of speech that can be spoken, but with a superior and unrejectable attitude. And as a maid, she didn't use honorifics to him. This means that her master may not have much kindness towards him.