24th

"Put your hands where I can see them, now!" said another Highway Patrolman standing to the left, aiming a shotgun with a flashlight, staring at Gloria.

"No time." Gloria shook her head secretly.

"Hey, did you hear that? Put your hands behind your head!" said the patrolman standing in front of her with a pistol and tactical flashlight.

Gloria, however, no longer wanted to do what the police asked her to do.In an instant, she stretched out her left hand and grabbed the barrel of the other party's gun and swung it to the left forcefully, the pistol grip was thrown away from the patrolman's palm.

Almost at the same time, she stretched out her right hand to hold the handle of the pistol, and snatched the pistol away as quickly as lightning.Immediately turned the gun and put the .40-inch gun directly between the eyebrows of the highway patrolman.

"Hey, calm down, little girl. You know, you can't run away." After feeling incredible, the patrolman with both hands holding a shotgun still pointed his gun at Gloria motionlessly.

"Really? Mr. Patrolman, please turn around. Now."

"What are you trying to do? Look, I've called for backup."

When the patrolman was forced to turn around, Gloria took a step forward and immediately put his left elbow on the neck of the opponent, holding the gun in his right hand against his right temple.

"Damn it, how did your people get caught by her?" the FBI agent who came from the front door of the house said to the other two patrolmen.

"What? God! HP6-1 called the headquarters, the code is 245 (Assaulting others with lethal weapons), please send additional SWAT teams to the scene immediately." A highway patrolman wearing a sergeant's rank shouted into the communicator.

"Damn it, these highway patrols called the SWAT team??" Gloria saw a few people about 30 feet (about 9 meters) away from her at a glance.

Moreover, the content of the conversation between these people is less than 20 decibels (the unit for measuring sound. 20 decibels refers to the soft whispering human voice), and they can hear every word.

"Listen, Mr. Patrolman, I don't want to hurt you. So, you'd better not move." Gloria said while hiding behind the patrolling officer who was threatened by her, showing half of her face.

"Okay, what do you want?" the patrolman said after looking at the support who had arrived.

"Go, take me to the road outside, I need your car."

"no problem."

The remaining three patrolmen and two FBI agents all pointed their guns at the two people who were tightly attached to each other as if they were facing a big enemy.

The white FBI agent put a gun to Gloria's head and yelled, "NEP1, I think you know what you're doing. It's not going to do you any good."

Forcibly leading the patrolman to the side of the road, Gloria replied, "Of course. However, I don't want to be that guinea pig named NEP1 in the laboratory!"

The white agent blinked and continued, "I'm very sorry about this. Well, it's my job to get you back to the CDC safely."

"To shut up!"

"Captain, I will not let you go."

"Hmm, you can try it."

Then, he put his mouth close to the ear of the threatened policeman, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I can only let your colleague spend this Christmas in the hospital.

The patrolman asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." After Gloria finished speaking, she suddenly pointed her gun at the others and shot.

"Bah... bah... bah... bah... bah..." He fired five shots in a row, hitting each person's thigh respectively.

Looking coldly at the five people who were lying on the ground, screaming with pain in their thighs after being hit by bullets, Gloria slammed the threatened patrolman on the head with the grip of the gun.

Pushing away the patrolman who had been knocked out by himself, he got into a patrol car parked at the front.After a quick scan of the console in the cab, he said, "AI (artificial intelligence)!"

"Start the artificial intelligence. The sound wave cannot be confirmed, and it is suspected to be an illegal intruder! The vehicle is being locked, and the state police is being connected..." A female intelligent voice came from the console.

"Fuck you trespasser." Gloria knocked out the car's sensor system with a single punch.

"The system...was...forcibly destroyed..." the AI ​​said intermittently.

"Start manual driving," Gloria said.He then drove away from the scene in a stolen state police vehicle and headed towards Highway 278.

"Damn it, you bastard." The white agent who fell to the ground and clutched his thigh cried out in pain.

"Are you okay?" Turning around to ask another agent.

"I...I'm fine."

"Okay, I'll call backup."

Resisting the severe pain from the shot, he slowly climbed to the car of himself and his colleagues.Climbed onto the road outside the cab, exhausted all his strength, and shouted at the artificial intelligence sensing system in the console, "AI, call for support."

"Sonic confirmation. Wired...Georgia FBI."

"AI, connect to the Department of Homeland Security and ask them to immediately send drones to track the location of NEP1."

"Sonic confirmation. Connecting..."

A 278-minute drive away from the small town of Clarkdale on Route 30, there is a mid-sized airport called Northwest Atlanta Paulding.Several small single-engine planes parked at the airport are the best means of transportation for Gloria to leave Georgia.

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