Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 541 Life in Toast

What is this scenario?
Was he kidnapped?
As a hostage?!
Cold sweat trickled down Mo Mang's blank face.

This is something that ordinary people might encounter on an ordinary day. The probability is low, but not zero.

An extraordinary person would immediately sit up, knock all the thugs in the car to the ground, park the car on the side of the road, wait for the police to surround them, and then casually get out of the car to indicate that they have already taken care of things.

Only ordinary people would encounter such misfortune.

Looking around, he realized he wasn't the only one being held hostage. The small van was piled high with bags of money, and judging from their fullness, they'd made quite a haul. Meanwhile, several other unfortunate souls lay nearby with him.

In addition, there were three thugs wearing black hoods to cover their faces; they all looked menacing and were armed.

There were naturally two people in the driver's seat and the front passenger seat as well.

Are you going to rob a bank?

After observing the situation, Mo Mang quickly deduced what was going on. It was clearly a bank robbery, a very rare occurrence in the capital. However, Mo Mang also felt uneasy. Banks in the gray district were practically impossible to rob. Without any special skills or tricks, it was far more efficient to use the money for other things than to rob a bank.

Moreover, the direction this car just came from was not the direction of Xixi Keke Bank.

Is that coming from... Jiyun District?
This conjecture weighed heavily on Mo Mang's mind. If they could really rob money from the White District, it seemed even more outrageous than robbing the Xixi Keke Bank!

Now how to do?
Mo Mang could see that among the civilian hostages like himself, several others were also terrified.

With sirens blaring, the police couldn't possibly ignore a bank robbery. If they waited quietly, the chances of the robbers escaping were slim; they should be fine…

Gunshots rang out one after another. Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Mang saw a robber pull out a rocket launcher from somewhere, open the back door of the van, and fire a burst of shots at the vehicles chasing behind.

A deafening sound came from behind.

Mo Mang: ...

He now knew where that commotion had come from. But he was starting to panic.

As the situation escalated, he knew that the patience of most of the police and the emergency response department, especially the latter, would rapidly wane. While the police were somewhat complacent, their duties meant they prioritized public safety. The emergency response department, however, prioritized handling specific cases and didn't have that much leeway.

"What's the point of us making such a big fuss and taking hostages?" At this moment, the man in the passenger seat asked a question that made Mo Mang inwardly complain.

A silence fell over the car.

"I don't know, but maybe it's somewhat useful?"

The vehicle suddenly shook violently, but the robbers inside remained completely still, while the hostage was shaken senseless.

It seems that the pursuing side has begun to use some equally unusual tactics.

“It seems useless now…” someone said.

These kidnappers don't care that the hostages are no longer useful, but the hostages do matter!

You guys don't even know if taking hostages is useful, yet you're randomly taking them, right? What kind of brains do you have that you have to rob a bank?!

"Don't be such a spoilsport. They're hostages after all, and we might still have a chance to use them." Although the driver was speeding ridiculously, making the van seem like it was about to fly, his tone was calm and he sounded completely at ease.

Ideally, there should be no chance of using it.

Mo Mang immediately made a decision and activated his mini-hint system in his mind.

You're right. Although being kidnapped and killed by robbers is a very low-probability experience for ordinary people, it still causes great grief to their loved ones.

Having opened this Pandora's box, the future may become increasingly turbulent, drifting further and further away from the ordinary. But if you die here, then there's no point in talking about the future.

[Warning: There is a system owner on board. Please proceed with caution. An underdeveloped, violent world teems with dragons. Your chance of survival lies in this toast.]

The hint system doesn't offer any newbie gift packs after activation, and the hints and information it provides are not straightforward and even require you to figure them out yourself.

And it does not provide any direct combat power boost.

well.

This put even more pressure on Mo Mang.

Surely he's not the only owner of this system on the bus? There's another system owner! Mo Mang had researched the relevant information; the Bureau had already made the system public, so it wouldn't be difficult to find out if someone wanted to.

My current situation is like a home delivery...

What exactly is a dragon in a violent world? Do dragons even exist in a violent world? Can this dragon transform into human form?
However, there is good news. A chance of survival lies in the toast…

An ordinary person might be completely baffled by this, but Mo Mang accepted it immediately because this piece of toast had fallen from the sky and was now pinned beneath him.

When I was first brought in, they immediately forced me to lie face down on the car, and the toast was pressed against their stomach. I hope it wasn't crushed.

This piece of toast possesses a strange magic, capable of achieving unexpected victories. Even without this reminder, Mo Mang already harbored the idea of ​​hiding the toast and waiting for the right opportunity.

Just as he was thinking this, Mo Mang felt the toast that was being pressed against his stomach move slightly.

Ok?
The toast started moving more and more violently, as if it had woken up and was unhappy about being pinned down.

Mo Mang's unusual behavior was immediately noticed.

"What are you doing?" one of them asked, pointing a gun at Mo Mang.

“I…” Mo Mang stammered.

"What's under you?" The other person immediately noticed the problem, grabbed Mo Mang, and turned him over.

bass!
The timing is perfect.

He saved Mo Mang's life.

Because the toast couldn't get Mo Mang to open the bread after trying for a while, the robber got annoyed and pulled out a knife. The red knife suddenly stabbed out of the toast. If the robber hadn't flipped Mo Mang over in time, Mo Mang would have been in serious trouble.

Upon seeing the flat toast with the long knife, the robber...did not react.

The toast was pressed into flat pieces, which greatly reduced its appeal; it certainly didn't bring out its full potential.

"An illusion?" The robber was a little confused, but he realized it nonetheless. He immediately pointed his gun at Mo Mang, ready to fire.

"Ouch!"

Then, like a flattened spring, the toast suddenly sprang up, knife still attached, and lunged at the robber's face. In the process, it also severed the robber's gun-wielding arm.

Boo!
As if hearing such a dynamic sound, the toast finally puffed up its flattened body.

"Ouch?"

(End of this chapter)