sinovels Chapter 7 The Battle of New York
Chapter 7 The Battle of New York
"I understand." Li Ang replied with just this simple sentence. Li Ang was a policeman for the sake of making a living and getting a green card. Now he knows that he can take away the superpowers of mutants by killing them.
This gives him another reason; after all, only by working as a police officer, a profession that deals specifically with criminals, can he legally commit murder.
Claire smiled and stood up after hearing Leon's reply, seemingly quite satisfied.
She was actually just expressing her stance to this newly recruited subordinate.
The other party neither questioned nor refuted, nor offered any further suggestions; they simply understood silently.
Although modern people have various platforms and tools for communication, the gap between people has not decreased but has become more serious due to the abundance of material life.
Finding someone who understands your beliefs is still not easy.
She opened her arms and hugged Li Ang.
In the few seconds he was close to him, he whispered "thank you" in his ear.
It was just a simple hug, a bit inexplicable, a bit unexpected.
However, Li Ang didn't find anything strange about it.
After all, the atmosphere had reached this point.
Claire turned and left, closing the door behind her, leaving Leon alone in the room.
His phone beeped with a text message notification, which was quite unusual, since he hadn't given his number to more than a few people.
The screen displayed a message from Claire.
"What are you having for lunch? I'll bring it to you."
Li Ang sat on the hospital bed and tapped his finger to send a message.
"It must be Chinese food, no dumplings, rice bowls are preferred."
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Men and women, gagged, with their hands tied behind their backs, disheveled and pale, were led into the pure white room.
Because it was spotless and the lighting was soft, it was impossible to tell how big the room actually was.
These people come from the streets of New York and sleep in tents on the streets at night. They may come from any country in the world and live a nomadic life for various reasons.
They are here now because nobody cares about their existence.
When a group of 35 people stood in a row.
The door they came through was closed.
It is impossible to tell where the sound is coming from.
"action"
I couldn't hear who gave the order.
White mist seeped from every corner of the room, carrying shimmering particles that reflected colorful light spots, creating a beautiful sight for a moment.
People who inhaled the mist collapsed one by one, their facial skin visibly sagging, and they had to scratch themselves due to an indescribable itching.
What was torn off was their own flesh and skin.
Looking at the "face" in my hand, and feeling the pain of flesh and blood detaching from the bone.
Painful screams echoed in the pure white room.
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The doctors administered a newly developed drug to Li Ang, which had just completed clinical trials and was designed to help heal physical damage.
Li Ang recovered on the third day, but to avoid arousing suspicion, he stayed in the hospital for a full week before being discharged.
Even so, the doctors were extremely surprised, since several of his vertebrae were exposed when he was brought in.
Leon's file clearly states that he is a human, not a mutant.
Several attending physicians suggested that Li Ang undergo genetic testing to identify mutants again.
He declined all offers, citing a lack of funds. After all, Li Ang was a policeman, and he was injured while shooting a criminal. The doctors remained skeptical but did not complicate matters further.
During the few days that Li Ang was hospitalized, Claire brought him meals four times in total.
They were all Chinese restaurants, but according to Li Ang's Google Maps, the nearest Chinese restaurants were all in Chinatown, which was more than ten blocks away. Although she didn't say it, she probably went out of her way to buy the food and brought it over.
She didn't say much when she arrived, and left with the empty box after watching Li Ang finish eating.
It is the 8th day now.
As soon as he returned to the police station, Claire naturally took him to her car, tacitly acknowledging that the two had become working partners. Li Ang rode in her car and left the police station.
The two are currently on the highway.
"How about that, is it fast enough?"
Claire said with a smile.
This is a Cadillac CT5V Biackwing, with a 6.2-liter V8 engine. A few years ago, it was the world's fastest four-door production car.
After being customized and modified, it is valued at around $15. It is Claire's private property. She used her connections to modify it into her exclusive police car within the department in response to situations where criminals in sports cars could escape and ordinary police cars could not keep up.
The car reached a speed of 260 km/h, and the powerful acceleration made Li Ang, who was prone to motion sickness, turn pale, let alone speak.
at last.
Undigested fries and fried chicken mixed with stomach acid caused me to vomit a whole carload.
"What funk."
Claire hadn't expected this young man to be so fragile. Seeing the mess on the passenger side of her car, she slammed on the brakes, the sudden stop causing a screeching sound of the wheels rubbing together.
This special police car was parked on the side of the highway.
Li Ang was given a bunch of papers, which were then thrown on the roadside.
Claire drove off.
After vomiting for a long time, Li Ang finally emptied his stomach and realized that he had been abandoned.
He picked up his phone and sent Claire dozens of abusive voice messages, then switched channels on his walkie-talkie to call for help from nearby police colleagues.
Eventually, he was encountered by New Jersey police officers on duty, who pleaded with these unfamiliar colleagues to go outside their jurisdiction and take Li Ang back to New York.
Of course, it wasn't as convenient as being taken to the police station. After taking the subway, Li Ang transferred to a bus.
Nowadays, most of New York's public transportation routes have been cut, except for a few that go to popular attractions such as Times Square.
The car was mostly filled with elderly white people who didn't like the subway; including Li Ang, there were only 5 people in total.
The driver was Black, and Li Ang felt that this bus probably wouldn't even cover the company's cost of hiring the driver.
The bus stopped at the street corner, waiting for the red light.
It's 11 a.m. now.
There were still so many people on the street. After spending several months in New York, Li Ang's biggest impression of the city was its overcrowding.
He scrolled through his phone idly, still using TikTok, a platform he couldn't use in his past life.
When I clicked on the local video, the first video was of a roadside sewer.
Several young people wearing denim shorts and T-shirts with large logos were lying on the ground staring into the sewer, seemingly taking photos casually.
Suddenly, a huge head with flesh-colored skin and no eyes leaped out of the sewer opening and bit off the head of a young man who was caught off guard and couldn't dodge.
The post was published one minute ago, and there are no likes, only one comment: "Is it true?"
The video is captioned "This video is suspected to be AI-generated," and the filming location is Brooklyn, New York, where Li Ang is currently located.
The next second, the entire video disappeared and could not be found, automatically redirecting to the next video of a ladyboy dancing.
Li Ang opened the search box, using today's date plus New York, and various keywords like "monster," but found no other related videos.
Li Ang had a strange premonition. While the current AI could indeed create incredibly realistic illusions, the video he had just seen felt distinctly different.
After several fruitless searches, Li Ang decided to return to the police station and search the police intranet again.