I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

pain!

It hurts so much!

Karen dug her fingers into the mud beneath her, breaking two of her fingernails in the process.

It seems that he was trying to cover up his immense grief by torturing his own body.

She kept questioning herself:

Why would this boy be willing to risk his life to protect me without hesitation, even though we've only known each other for less than three days?

Why didn't I accept Li Ang's confession just now?

Why did I have to argue with Li Ang about the age difference?

Why was the last thing he said to Li Ang before he died, and why were they still discussing whether or not to arrest him?

Why didn't she tell Li Ang that she loved him?

Li Ang, you're still so young, your life has just begun, you're still a chef!

Why are you being so foolish!

Why!

Why?!

Endless regret relentlessly assaulted Karen's cerebral cortex, causing her excruciating pain that nearly drove her to a breakdown.

At that moment, Karen wished she were the one who died.

"Li Ang—!!!!!"

Karen's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Her voice was hoarse from shouting.

The sounds of despair and regret echoed through the pedestrian underpass.

Returning to Li Ang's perspective.

In that life-or-death moment, Li Ang didn't really think too much.

He just felt that if he didn't rush in, all three people present, including Detective Miller, would die.

If you rush in, you can still gamble on the quality of the scapegoat the system provides.

With himself acting as a human buffer to reduce the kinetic energy of the shrapnel, it is believed that even if Karen and the others are hit, they will not be seriously injured or killed.

So Li Ang pounced on him.

Li Ang pressed down on the cold grenade, his back taut like a steel plate.

Despite having the system's support, Li Ang was still a little unsure.

He could hear his heart pounding violently.

Cold sweat kept streaming down his temples.

One.

two.

three.

He silently counted to three in his mind.

Surprisingly, the grenade didn't explode.

One.

two.

three.

I counted for another three seconds.

The grenade in his arms remained motionless.

Karen, who was sobbing uncontrollably, also sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but get up and walk towards Li Ang:

"Li Ang, how are you...?"

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Li Ang roared, maintaining his suppressed posture, and slowly freed one hand to feel for the iron lump in his hand.

The casing was warm, and the fuse was completely silent.

He waited a few more seconds before daring to move his body slightly to examine it carefully.

The grenade showed absolutely no sign of exploding.

"It looks like a dud?"

Panting heavily, Li Ang shouted to Karen with lingering fear:

"Judging from the appearance of this grenade, it's probably quite old. I wonder if it's an old relic left over from the Vietnam War. It's been sitting for too long and it's gone bad."

"Really?! That's great, Li Ang!"

Karen was overjoyed, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Li Ang didn't dare to be careless. He carefully picked up the grenade, bent over, and ran to the corner a few dozen meters away.

They found a gap in a pile of cement blocks and buried the items in the broken bricks and tiles.

Even if it suddenly explodes, the shrapnel from the explosion can be blocked by the corner wall.

It wouldn't affect people dozens of meters away.

When he returned, he saw that Karen had already cheered up again.

She was crouching beside Elmer's body, checking his breath with her finger.

It has been confirmed that Elmer's recent surge was merely a temporary resurgence.

It is now completely dead.

However, Karen expressionlessly pulled out a spare magazine and clicked it on.

As she drew closer, she pressed the muzzle of her gun against Elmer's head, much to the astonishment of Officer Li Ang.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The series of gunshots made the underground pedestrian passageway vibrate.

Karen only stopped, panting heavily, when the magazine was empty and the firing pin made a hollow sound.

Elmer's blood and brains splattered all over her.

Li Ang slowly approached, his hands raised, his eyebrows bulging high:

"Wow, Miss Karen, you're being a bit too rough."

Karen wiped away the blood splattered on her chin and said, feigning strength:

"I'm going to make sure that old bastard never gets up again. I'll remember the lesson he taught me for the rest of my life."

Li Ang glanced at the indescribable mess on the ground and couldn't help but grin.

"Alright, Ms. Karen, while I understand your feelings, are you sure that your treatment of the corpse complies with the operating procedures outlined in the NYPD Manual? I'm worried that those hyenas from the Internal Affairs Department might come after you after they finish the autopsy."

Karen turned her head sharply, glaring angrily at Li Ang, and suddenly raised her voice, shouting:

"Borsett! To hell with the NYPD Handbook and the stupid Internal Affairs Department!"

Li Ang was stunned by Karen's sudden change in appearance and couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"Oh my God, Miss Karen, if I remember correctly, this is the first time I've heard you swear?"

Karen blushed instantly upon hearing this, but she still stubbornly insisted:

"Then you're fucking honored, kid!"

"Pfft!"

Li Ang couldn't help but chuckle, amused by Karen's feigned strength and roguishness.

However, before he could react, Karen became enraged.

She rushed to him, grabbed his plaid shirt collar, and kissed him on tiptoe.

To be honest, this kiss was really not aesthetically pleasing.

Karen's fingernails were still full of dirt, and her two broken nails were stained with blood.

Her face and body were covered in Elmer's splattered brain matter, blood, and other filth.

But at this moment, Li Ang and Karen didn't care at all.

With a wild, reckless energy, Karen haphazardly climbed up the back of Li Ang's neck with one hand and pressed the other against his back, pulling him forcefully towards her, as if trying to make up for all the panic she had felt from losing Li Ang earlier in this kiss.

When the two parted, Li Ang's lips were numb from Karen's kisses.

He savored the taste of Karen with great enjoyment.

To be fair, even without the system's requirements, Karen's appearance perfectly matched Li Ang's aesthetic preferences.

Aside from being a bit rigid, conservative, naive, and overly saintly in terms of personality, there aren't many things to criticize.

Li Ang licked his bitten lip with satisfaction, thinking to himself that being kissed by such a stunningly beautiful, icy policewoman made this trip through the mouse hole worthwhile.

Karen wiped the blood from her face, then suddenly shoved Li Ang away, saying anxiously:

"You should leave now, Li Ang!"

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, then stood there in confusion and asked:

"Didn't we agree to wait for NYPD backup together and go back to the station with you to give a statement?"

"Are you genuinely stupid or just pretending? Unlicensed possession of a firearm resulting in fatal injury is a Class C felony! Those bloodsucking district attorneys don't care if you were acting as a Good Samaritan; they just want to get prosecutions!"

Karen stamped her feet in frustration and couldn't help but scold:

"Once you're accepted into the juvenile court, regardless of whether you win or lose, your record will be ruined, you can forget about going to university, and your life will be over! If you lose, you'll also face at least three years in prison. What will happen to your sister Fiona then?"