[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The moment he was about to pull the trigger, he was suddenly hit hard behind him!

The shooter didn't expect someone to react so quickly. It didn't take more than three seconds since he took out the weapon, as if the other party knew what he was going to do in advance?

How can it be? !

In the blink of an eye, the gunman was staggered by the force, and he was not strong enough, and his center of gravity was unstable, so he fell down on the spot.

boom! !

The gun went off, and the gravel of the platform not far away was splashed, and a big hole was instantly punched.

With a surge of adrenaline, Wesley had frantically prepared himself for the sneak attack for 10 minutes, but at the end of the day, after two lifetimes as an ordinary person, it was still a little bit easier—to overwhelm him with all his strength, is it over?

But this idea was really naive, because he immediately felt that there was a huge difference between himself and a real police officer. His current body was too light, and his strength was simply not enough to completely subdue this gunman who was stronger than himself.

At this moment, he missed the feeling of controlling Peter's body in the rainy night before.

The two reversed their positions almost instantly. Wesley was hit on the head immediately, his eyes went black, and the back of his head, which was already injured, fell to the ground again. There was a bang, and his ears were instantly silent. An increasingly noisy hum.

Wesley knew that his concussion might be serious, he had lost his balance, and his consciousness was so heavy that he would soon fall into darkness.

Immediately, he shouted to the system in his mind for help, and at the same time, the hairs all over his body almost stood on end when he was stimulated by a terrible warning sign.

Little did he know that just above his head, the gunman raised his weapon again, and pointed the black muzzle at Wesley's head.

Just listen to the crisp sound of metal hitting.

After the self-healing was over, Wesley just regained his sanity. When he opened his eyes, two basketball-sized toolboxes flew across the sky, and instantly hit the weapon in the shooter's hand with terrifying force, causing the shooter to scream.

Crashing——The gun landed in the distance and wiped far away on the ground.

The gunman was already irritated by the successive accidents and pains, and his whole face was flushed with blood. Wesley didn't expect that the other party's reaction was so fast. It can be said that the homework was quite sufficient. Pulled out a loaded pistol.

The shooter didn't know where the toolbox came from, but it was clear that something had happened beyond his expectations.

Dizzy with anger and fear, the gunman didn't even have to think, he raised his hand and squeezed the trigger one after another at the person closest to him.

Perhaps at the moment of life and death, he actually felt that the bullet stopped for a moment after the gunshot, but it was only for a moment.

In the next moment, Wesley felt his chest being trampled by an elephant, and his consciousness was knocked out——

Looking at himself on the ground from the air, Wesley was silent for a second, and then said, "I'm dead."

"Unfortunately, not yet. But you will die completely in two seconds without treatment." After the system's voice fell, Wesley was pulled back to his body by a vortex-like pull, and the first question he opened his eyes was:

"It is a pity?"

"Attention, civilians are about to fall."

...This is definitely a change of subject!

Under Wesley's hoodie, the bullet hole in his chest hadn't healed yet. He stood up under the support of the system, and the painful soul was about to go out of his body again, and he noticed that he was not breathing yet.

The surrounding students were running away in all directions, but this was a fairly open area, and it took only a dozen seconds since the gunman appeared on the scene. At this time, his gun was pointing at a little girl who was in a panic.

Wesley had 120 reasons to play dead on the ground, but only one reason allowed him to save people—in this dangerous world, as a traveler, he had no way out.

Wesley rushed towards the gun again.

A slender hand suddenly pressed Wesley's chest and pushed it with inertia. Although he didn't seem to have much strength, the opponent was an adult with a height of nearly 1.9 meters. Wesley immediately backed away, and immediately moved away from the gunman.

A suppressed angry question seemed to be still in my ears: "What are you doing?!"

Wesley fell to the ground: "..." He was about to vomit blood.

Magneto came, Wesley rested for a while and raised his face to look at the battle situation. He soon found that his ability seemed to be weakened and his complexion was not good, but still, the shooter was an ordinary person after all, when he couldn't even hold the gun At that time, everything ended very quickly.

When the gunman was also lying on the ground, Wesley completely relaxed. Eric, who was standing there, had his chest heaving, as if he was being hit by something in his heart.After a while, he woke up with a start and looked towards Wesley.

As if he couldn't believe what he saw, Eric shook his head, clenched his teeth together, and hurried over.

When a trembling hand reached out to his chest, Wesley quickly grabbed it and said, "Don't touch me."

As soon as the sound came out, I was startled, as if there was only breath out but not in.

But the strength in the opponent's hand was unusually light, and it was successfully blocked.

Wesley saw the other party lower his head, and his breathing became visibly short of breath.

Immediately, Eric bent down without hesitation, stretched out his arms, and Wesley flew into the air. He strode up and looked in the direction of the school infirmary.

Eric's voice is low and hoarse, and because of his birth, he has a nasal sound, he speaks incoherently, and his voice squeezes out from his teeth: "Don't sleep, don't close your eyes, you are still young, child, you are still so young... hold onto……"

Wesley noticed that he was staring at him horribly, with red eyes, not so much looking at him, but looking at someone in memory through his face.

But at this time, the frightened campus seemed to be empty, and the school doctor was not on duty yet. Eric put Wesley on the hospital bed, and immediately began to rummage in the cabinet—not so much that he made it. Noisy, it's better to say that all the cabinets in the infirmary are vibrating by themselves.

Wesley snorted, and felt that in addition to the bullet hole in his chest, the controller was also restless in his sternum.

Soon, not finding what he wanted at all, Eric came back empty-handed, and carefully grabbed Wesley's lapel.

"Wait……"

"Do not talk."

With a hiss, Wesley's sweater turned into two rags, and the two wounds on the left chest had healed, but on the blood-stained skin, the round metal suppressor was exposed under Eric's eyes.

"I said... I hit my head just now, sir."

This scene is really unbearable.

Wesley gritted his teeth to hold back his guilt.

"I... saw that you were hit." Eric seemed to be holding his breath for a long time. At this moment, his chest heaved violently. After a pause, he frowned and said in a low voice: "How... maybe ?”

At this time, all his mind was taken away by the controller, and his nimble and clean fingertips like a surgeon slowly slid across the metal surface of the controller. He obviously suddenly realized something, and stroked his chest with his backhand, his expression affected. Take a big hit and even take a step back.

The sharp sirens of several police cars came from far away, and Eric was awakened from his deep thoughts. He glanced at Wesley, his throat rolled slightly, and he suppressed his inner emotions again, and his tone returned to normal: "I'll go find you a piece of paper. clothing."

Wesley was completely paralyzed lying on the bed, and the pain at the place where he was shot hadn't completely disappeared, thinking sadly——could this be the legendary phantom limb pain?

"..." System: "The surveillance video has been edited."

"Who else saw it?"

"Two people in the building witnessed the host being shot, but the distance was too far to confirm. The civilians near the incident were all focused on escaping, only hearing gunshots behind them."

Soon, Wesley received a reminder that the task was completed, and received 200 points and a small backpack with three compartments.Subtracting the 20 points he spent on a concussion and a shot, he now has a total of 260 points.

An extra 10 points means an extra life, and Wesley fell asleep exhausted and satisfied.

I vaguely felt that something was covering my upper body, and the surroundings were completely quiet.

It's a pity that the calm only lasted for a short while, and soon the door of the infirmary was pushed open, and a group of people poured in from outside.After some urgent examination, the medical staff contacted the ambulance and drove downstairs.

"Wesley!" An anxious shout sounded from a distance, and the adoptive father separated from the crowd and strode in.

"how is he?"

"Maybe he just fainted just now, and the school maintenance workers brought him up." The leading medical staff ignored the controller on Wesley's chest, and replied to William cautiously.

The next moment, Wesley, whose heart was breaking down, saw his adoptive father staring at him with red eyes, and immediately had the urge to turn over and run away.

"You are a good boy, Wesley." William couldn't control himself, his lips trembled, and he touched Wesley's hair and said, "You saved everyone."

"..."

"I almost lost you too." With his head bowed in silence for a moment, William rubbed his eyes vigorously with his fingertips, looked at Wesley, and said slowly, "Next time, please, don't do that again. .”

"..." I wipe, Dad is really scary!

William stood up: "There is no need to take notes, I will take him home directly."

But at the scene, as the chief of the police station who arrived temporarily, William still had a lot of things to do. Wesley put on the short sleeves that Eric found next to him, and was forced into the car by the medical staff. .

Looking to the side, by coincidence, it was Will Graham, who looked even more depressed after hearing about the shooting.

Embarrassment spread in the air.

"Are you okay?" After a long while, Will finally decided to take care of the minor's mood, perhaps because of the child's ignorant state, revealing a trait that people can't bear to ignore.

Wesley glanced at him, and he was very clear about this man's attitude towards the weak, and wondered how long he would wait if he didn't speak at this time?

"May I call you Will?" he asked in a low voice.

"No problem." Will was surprised that the opponent took the initiative to pull into the distance, and nodded.

"Will," Wesley avoided the other party's gaze, afraid that the keen Will would see his true thoughts: "I heard that you are a very good agent, the FBI is not under the control of Baltimore, right?"

Now Will really felt incredible, he said of course, while re-examining the boy in front of him who had just experienced a huge twists and turns.To be honest, he felt a sense of disobedience in this child from the first meeting, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Being able to take the initiative to communicate with strangers, maybe his situation is not as serious as William thought?

"Will, there is something I want to tell you, I..."

"Will!" The car window was knocked politely, and the tall figure of the director stood outside the car and waited.

Wesley silently closed his mouth.

The car window was lowered by Will, only to hear the other party say: "The gunman's parents are here, I need you. The body will be sent away soon, I will deal with the reporters first."

……

After a day of chaos and chaos, the system obviously felt that self-healing twice a day was really worth resting, so it didn't continue to exploit the host until nightfall, teaching him how to actively activate the mission mode and use telepathy to search for distress signals among nearby crowds.

At first Wesley was skeptical, but soon, Wesley, who was almost vomited out old blood, believed it on the spot when the loud noise rushed into his mind.

"Start filtering the signal." The system said slowly.

Wesley wiped his sweat, leaving only a few messages in his consciousness, some of them were emotions, some were repetitive voices, and they were instantly cleared up.

There is a difference between 5 points and 10 points for each daily task, but most of them are very simple.

For example, those who regret halfway through suicide but cannot save themselves are counted as 10 points; those who fell into the bay and almost drowned are also counted as 10 points. In such an accident, he only needs to simulate the signal to call an ambulance, or hack into the self-driving car to guide Others can save them.

There were also those who were robbed and beaten. Wesley learned from the system how to stimulate the physical potential of the victim in a low-key way by influencing the brain, and they can basically solve it by escaping.And when he said something occasionally, they would think it was an illusion of panic.

5 points is even easier, those who are penniless and have nowhere to go, those who can’t find the wedding ring for tomorrow, and those whose papers and computers are destroyed together...

In just a few hours, many people felt that they were blessed by the goddess of luck at the same time.

It was late at night, and there was one last vague signal. Wesley was interested in various strange situations, and planned to take a rest after dealing with it.

Shuttle along the direction of the golden arrow of the system, and in the next second, comfortable classical music rang in my ears.

Wesley felt a little strange.

A feeling of paralyzed nerves emerged at the same time, and everything around became in a trance.

Two seemingly pampered arms rest on the wooden armrests, and one of them has a drip in its vein.

Wesley followed the man's shaking gaze and noticed the slender figure who was busy not far away.

The cuffs of the burgundy silky shirt are meticulously rolled up to the elbows, the brown thin-striped vest is paired with a delicate gold and red wide tie below the throat, and a pure white apron is tied around the waist.

With steady and clean hands, this gentleman opened the seemingly very precious storage box from the well-organized marble tabletop, pulled out a card from it, and silently read the contents on it.

Then he turned around with the card, opened the gorgeous four-door refrigerator behind him, and took out the corresponding ingredients from it...

Wesley: Already suffocated.