SOTOPIA: Artificial Pseudo-God

The violent bumps without warning caused everyone in the car to almost fall down.Moskevich, who had not recovered from his leg injury, was directly thrown out of the wheelchair. The severe pain of the injury and the violent displacement of his body made him want to vomit.Pulled by the handcuffs, Steven, half kneeling on the ground, grabbed Moskevich's wrist reflexively, and pulled him from the front of the wheelchair into the narrow space between himself and the side wall of the carriage. His right hand was already tightly grasping the gun that was pulled out from behind.

"Kay, what's going on?!" The sliding window on the partition belt was still open, and Steven angrily asked the female detective in the driver's seat loudly.

And Kay had already jumped out of the ambulance with a gun, and jumped into the back cabin while the enemy was shooting.When the other agents saw her coming in, they nodded and quickly left the car with their guns in hand. Like countless missions in the past, they launched a group counterattack formation.Soon, the gunfire outside the car became more intensive-this has changed from a one-sided attack to a two-way battle of life and death.

"You stay here to protect him, and we'll take care of the outside. If you find a chance—you'll survive." Kay threw the handcuff key at Steven, jumped out of the back cabin, and left the second cabin in a defensive assault posture. people's sight.

Steven, who caught the key, immediately lowered his head and uncuffed the handcuffs without asking.But for Moskevich, free movement remained impossible.He watched Steven take another gun from the corner of the carriage and load it deftly, as if he was about to hand it to himself, but stopped less than a foot in front of Moskevich.

Before Moskevich could refuse him with "I don't know how to use it", he heard Steven say, "This is not what you should do. There is no need for more murderers in the world."

At this time, Moskevich reached out his hand actively, wanting to take the gun: "This is self-defense, not taking the initiative to take someone's life."

His movement was easily dodged by Steven.The wrist was tightly grasped, and the weight of the physical contact was as painful as it made him feel the reality of existence again.The older ex-soldier and current detective pulled the enigmatic witness behind him, and said with an almost self-exile and self-redemption mentality: "You don't need blood, but I have the duty to act as a shield."

Looking at the back of Steven who was standing in front of him, Moskevich felt unexpectedly calm, and even thought of a little teasing: "Is it really okay to leave the back to me? If I do something, the consequences will be serious." Seriously."

"So it's a gamble, and I think you can be trusted politely."

"You're a strangely nice fellow."

Steven laughed twice, the arm holding the gun was still tense: "If you want to fall in love with me, choose a better time."

"Human shields can't block many bullets."

"Can't you cooperate with my heroism, Moskevich." Steven smiled wryly and made a life-and-death joke with him.

The police car has been cleared by the attackers, and as both sides enter a gun battle, the strafing has changed to more precise bursts of fire.The hard body can barely withstand bullets.The detectives hiding behind the car fought back with difficulty, and the attacker who was shot and fell appeared on the opposite side.Steven and Moskevich, who was unable to walk, stayed in the car and could only perceive the external situation through hearing.The sound of stray bullets colliding with the metal of the ambulance shell was sharp and dangerous.There was a loud noise and impact from the front, probably some detective threw a pistol at the assailant.

It reminded Moskevich involuntarily of the chaotic rainy night when he was forced to flee Sotopia, and this time the sense of crisis was even greater.

Unfortunately, Steven gradually realized that his own firepower might not have the upper hand.The gunshots from both sides have been quite sparse, but there has been no forward counterattack for a long time.

The ambulance hatch was roughly opened, and Steven then pointed the cold muzzle at the heavily armed assailant outside the car.The other party was wearing a camouflage pattern and a pitch-black hood, and there was no identity mark on his body.From the dark marks on the clothes and the less vigorous and decisive movements of the opponent, it is not difficult to see that he was also injured in the shootout.

The moment Steven pulled the trigger reflexively, the blood and brains of the attacker had splashed all over him, and Moskevich, who was blocked behind, was not spared either—the bullet from another gun had already been fired earlier. Piercing through the opponent's head, his bullets were precisely sent into the opponent's heart.

The body of the attacker lay in the ambulance.Outside the car door, Kay put aside the gunpowder she was holding--Steven recognized that it was brought by him--she was supporting Steven's bullet-ridden car with one hand, and stood with difficulty with the other hand on her side When he got up, his face was stained with blood and dust, and he looked embarrassed.The gunfire had stopped, the retreating attackers did not even take away the bodies of their teammates, and there were serious injuries on the FBI side.Kai was panting heavily, the light body armor that had been put on in advance was exposed at the damaged part of the short jacket.

"Aren't you hurt?" Steven asked with concern.

"It's blocked by the body armor, at most it's like being punched in the stomach by a strong man. I wore this thing for a long time, and it was so hot that I almost vomited out." Her face was really not pretty.In contrast, Detective Dazhong, who trotted over from nearby and suffered only minor injuries, seemed to be more relaxed.

Steven's deduction and intuition fell into another detail: "The guy who broke in just now didn't confirm the situation between me and Moskevich, so he planned to shoot directly."

Kai coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, estimating the extent of his injuries after being cushioned by the body armor, and on the other hand he had to deal with his teammates who had escaped: "You mean, they received the task of 'killing the mouth', Instead of taking him away? Then they can do it more thoroughly, as long as there is one cock, we are all done."

Steven looked back at Moskevich who was still sitting awkwardly behind him.His complexion was even worse than when he was just sent to the hospital, and his expression didn't seem to be frightened, but rather unbelievably astonished.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Could it be that the wound has opened?" Noticing Moskevich's unusual behavior, Steven grabbed his shoulder and carefully wiped off the assailant's stains on his face. He was about to check the bloodstains, but Moskevich grabbed his wrist.

"I'm fine," Moskevich replied calmly. "It's just that the feeling just now is almost exactly the same as when I escaped."

Steven, who had a similar intuition, stared into his eyes, waiting for Moskevich to meet his gaze: "You think it's the same group of people?"

Moskevich didn't nod, but he didn't directly deny: "I'm not sure, but it feels close. At least the gunshots and the costumes are consistent."

"If it's a force related to Sotopia, it's probably not strange to get these things and make such a big battle." Said Kay, who was sitting in the back of the car gulping down bottled water and waiting for support.

Steven put on his gloves, dragged the corpse still lying on the ground to his hand, and checked the equipment on the deceased one by one. "But these are not highly recognizable military items, as if they are deliberately confusing their identities—speaking of which, do you think it is necessary for the Sotopia gang to do this?"

"I don't know why they have any reason to destroy their precious assets." Moskevich directly expressed doubts.

"I'm just asking a question, not even a hypothesis."

"Anyway, they left the corpses and shell casings at the scene. No matter whether they use the corpses to find the online or some other way, there will always be ideas." Kay ended the debate that had not yet fully unfolded in a timely manner.

Police cars were attacked, police officers were killed, and highways were in disarray after the shootout. The intermittent quick response of local police forces and the FBI was almost inevitable.Steven helped Moskevich back into the wheelchair, but left him without handcuffs.The blood on the face has been wiped off, but the large plaques of dried blood on the clothes cannot be easily removed.The few people who were stranded on the road could only bear physical and mental exhaustion, bandage each other's wounds, deal with the mess together, stagnate in place and wait for the next escort, and the rugged fate that has not yet come.