You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"Attention all units, interrupt current calls, emergency call."

"10-13, 10-13, officer down, call sign 1-Adam-12, location: intersection of Second Avenue and Bell Street, under heavy fire."

"Officer Bob is seriously injured. Requesting immediate backup! Repeat, requesting all possible backup!"

The already noisy office area exploded the moment the code started running at 10-13.

"Shit!"

Lyon let out a low growl and slammed his foot on the desk in front of him.

The heavy wooden table scraped against the tiled floor with a screeching sound, and he kicked it half a meter away with tremendous force.

The unfinished police report and the envelope Mia had just received were scattered all over the floor, but no one had time to even glance at them.

Bob was shot

That old Bob who would bring him donuts on his early shift, who taught him how to evade the Internal Affairs Department's inspection when he first transmigrated, and who still owed him a premium steak.

Mission: Blood for Blood

[Note: Your colleague Bob is bleeding. In America, a police officer's life is a police officer's face. Find them, dead or alive.]

[Reward: 3000 Justice Points]

3000 points!

This is the highest bounty Leon has ever seen since he came to this world.

Without any hesitation, he instantly issued the command in his mind:

"Add points! Raise Agility to 15!"

[Confirmed consumption of 300 points, Agility: 14 → 15]

[Agility breaks through thresholds, achieving a stage breakthrough: Neural reflexes surpass human limits]

Your dynamic vision will capture the trajectory of the bullet, your body will keep up with the speed of your thoughts, and the world will slow down in your eyes.

"Thump—!"

Leon felt his breathing become rapid and heavy, the blood flow in his veins instantly double, and the veins in his temples throbbed violently due to the increased blood pressure.

The world around us has changed

The outline of the spinning fan became clearer, and his colleague's exclamation in the distance seemed to be in slow motion.

The trajectory of every drop of liquid from the ballpoint pen slowly falling through the air, even from the spilled liquid from the overturned coffee cup in the distance, became clear.

His senses were sharper than ever before, and this sense of complete control fueled his murderous intent to its peak.

"Bang!"

Sergeant Danfoss kicked open the office door. He had also heard the radio message and was just about to give some pre-battle pep talk.

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Before he could even shout, he saw a blue afterimage flash past his eyes.

Leon skipped the normal gun-collecting procedure and simply rammed open the armory door.

He ripped the heavy tactical vest, riddled with Level 4 ceramic bulletproof plates, from the shelf and expertly put it on.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a modified HK416 assault rifle with a fully automatic firing mode from the cabinet.

"Click! Click!"

The cocking handle was pulled hard, and a bullet was chambered.

He slammed three fully loaded thirty-round magazines into his pouch.

"Everyone, get moving! Those are our brothers! Get moving!!!"

Leon's voice echoed through the corridor, and the others finally reacted.

"Fuck them! Kill them!"

"Pick up the heavy stuff! That's 10-13!"

The police officers, who were previously just organizing documents and collecting their salaries without much effort, are now fully armed.

The sound of bolts being pulled back filled the air; with the vanguard in place, a fierce fighting spirit erupted amidst the atmosphere of the group and the aroma of coffee.

Leon, rifle in hand, strode towards the garage, shouting to Mia, who was still standing there in a daze, without turning his head:

"Torres! If you can't keep up, go hitch a ride with someone else! I'll go clear the way!"

Mia was stunned by the shout; she had never seen Leon possessed by such a murderous aura before. She felt her blood run cold, then suddenly burn with fever.

She gritted her teeth, instinctively reaching for her Glock holster at her waist, and stumbled after him.

"Wait for me! Sir! Don't leave me behind!"

To the side, Ward, that sullen middle-aged man, was also fully armed.

"Snap!"

His gloomy face was now filled with murderous intent, and he held a Remington M870 in his hand.

Ward strode after Leon as he rushed out, loading 12-gauge slugs one by one into the chamber of his gun.

This type of ammunition can penetrate car doors directly, blowing the people inside to pieces.

"Leon, catch!"

Ward tossed a spare pack of tourniquets into Leon's arms, and the two walked side by side, with Mia following behind, rushing towards the garage.

Lyon locked onto his target the moment he rushed into the garage.

There's no time to leisurely search for my car!

At the moment when a "10-13" alarm sounds, any vehicle in the police station garage that is smoking and running can be temporarily borrowed.

Before a detective who had just finished completing the paperwork could react, Leon yanked open the door of his Ford Explorer, which still had the license plate "1-William-20" on and the engine was still running.

"Excuse me, buddy! Put it on Danfoss's tab!"

Before the other party could respond, Leon had already shoved himself into the driver's seat.

Ward, carrying a Remington shotgun, nimbly slipped into the passenger seat and huddled the gun around his waist.

Mia scrambled into the back seat, and just as she grabbed the armrest, she was slammed against the back of the seat by a terrifying force.

"boom--!"

"Hold on tight!"

Lyon jerked the steering wheel, the wheels leaving a trail on the slippery slope.

As soon as I stepped out of the underground parking garage, a gust of cold wind rushed in through the cracks in the car window, and the light rain that had been falling intermittently was clearly showing signs of intensifying.

The sky was so dark it seemed like dusk had arrived early, and everything blurred into a grayish-white expanse.

"Ugh—!"

Leon flipped all the police light switches; he felt his current state was simply outrageous.

The sensory breakthrough brought by 15 points of agility made the raindrops appear to fall at a half-beat slower in his eyes.

He kept jerking the steering wheel, the car veering wildly across the flooded road, dodging, overtaking, and changing lanes...

His LV3 driving skills allowed him to drive this Ford Explorer with the agility of an F1 race car.

"1-William-20, this is Ward. Vance and I have taken over the unit and are currently moving at full speed along Second Avenue."

While calmly speaking into the microphone, Ward rapidly tapped his fingers on the vehicle's multimedia device (MDT), constantly monitoring the coordinates Bob had last sent.

"Command center, give me the final trajectory of that damn Mustang!"

"All nearby units, maintain channel silence unless you spot that black Mustang!"

"Received, 1-William-20, you are currently the closest unit and have temporary command authority on site."

"clear"

Soon, Lyon and his group arrived near Bob's place.

The Ford Explorer was knocked to the side of the road by Leon's drift; before the car had even come to a complete stop, Leon had already pushed open the door and jumped out.

The rain soaked him through instantly, the icy raindrops pattering against his heavy bulletproof vest.

"How's the situation?!"