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

At this point, the car's speed had already reached 110 km/h.

In textbooks, the safe operating speed for a PIT (Parking Intake) is below 35 miles per hour (approximately 56 kilometers per hour).

At this speed, attempting to stop the vehicle would essentially be tantamount to mutual destruction for an ordinary US police officer.

But Leon still made a move; he slightly adjusted the direction, and the Explorer's right front bumper lightly brushed against the left rear wheel of the Mustang in front.

"Stop right there, sir!!"

"Bang!!"

A tremendous crash resounded through the rainy night.

The Mustang, traveling at high speed, instantly lost its balance. The rear of the car was pushed sideways, the rear wheels lost traction, and the entire car ended up sideways.

Due to inertia, the Mustang slid sideways and veered toward the roadside, not directly crashing into the officers, but instead slamming into an unmanned police car that was being used as a roadblock.

"BOOM—!!"

The Mustang was instantly launched into the air, spun twice, and crashed heavily to the ground. It then rolled a series of times before sliding upside down for over ten meters, billowing black smoke and flames.

In the instant of the impact, the Mustang forcefully smashed a gap in the road barrier ahead.

"Now!"

Lyon gripped the steering wheel tightly, teetering on the edge of losing control. Using his LV4-level masterful micro-management skills, he steered the Explorer through a bizarre S-shaped trajectory on the slippery road.

The car body grazed the bumper of the police car blocking the road, sparks flying, as it forcefully squeezed through the gap.

"squeak--!"

The brakes were being applied repeatedly, causing the ABS system to work frantically.

The explorer slid for more than fifty meters in the rain before finally coming to a steady stop.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The row of SWAT officers who were originally ready to fire now stood frozen in place, guns raised, their eyes behind their bulletproof masks wide open, even forgetting to rush forward immediately.

That scene was just too damn sci-fi!

Two cars were speeding at over 100 km/h in the torrential rain, and then the car behind actually dared to make a stop at that speed?

The most outrageous thing is that after making the interception, he was able to slip through the defense line and stop completely unharmed?

Is this something a human could actually do?

"Splash!"

The Explorer's driver's side door was pushed open

Leon jumped out of the car, rifle in hand, rain streaming down his chin.

He appeared frighteningly calm, his gun pointed directly at the smoking Mustang.

"Target vehicle disabled! Check the situation! Quickly!"

Only then did the group of SWAT officers snap out of their daze and rush forward, shields and rifles in hand.

"vomit……"

Just then, the Explorer's passenger door was pushed open by someone staggering.

Ward rolled out, knelt on the waterlogged ground, and began vomiting violently.

"Ugh...cough cough cough..."

The centrifugal force that had just flung his internal organs out, combined with the fear of dying at any moment, completely washed over his brain.

PTSD, sadness, anger—all vanished in that instant.

Right now, he only has one thought in his mind:

I'm still alive? I'm actually still alive?

Ward nearly vomited bile. He looked up, his face deathly pale, and glanced at the calm, wary Leon beside him.

That lunatic... I'll never ride in his car again, not even if you beat me to death.

[Mission: Blood for Blood - Completed]

[Summary: The SWAT team swiftly and decisively subdued the rioters who attacked the police, and displayed superhuman driving skills during a high-speed chase in the rainy night, making them look like a group of sanitation workers who came to clean up the mess.]

Participation rate: 90%

[Reward: 2700 Justice Points]

Current balance: 2750 points

"hiss--"

Looking at that four-figure balance, Leon felt even more excited than when he was speeding.

2750 points!

This is what getting rich overnight looks like. Before, he struggled to accumulate even a few hundred points!

This huge sum of money gave him an unprecedented indecisiveness.

The attribute is in the range of 16 to 20 points, and each point requires 400 points.

In other words, he could easily spend 2000 points to push one attribute directly to the 20-point mark.

In his opinion, if 15 points is the pinnacle of human potential, then what is 20 points? Captain America, or the Terminator T-800?

Punching through a load-bearing wall or jumping three meters high is no longer a dream.

Not only that, he now has enough wealth to finally afford to peek at those high-end items in the system shop that he could only drool over before.

Leon's consciousness quickly scanned the store list:

M1A2 SEPv3 Main Battle Tank (Fully Equipped): 10000 points

(Note: Driving in downtown Seattle is not recommended, as parking fees are quite expensive.)

……

I'll pass on this one; I can't afford it.

【Glock "Giggle Switch" (Glock fully automatic modified rear cover): 300 points】

(Note: The famous "happiness switch")

Simply replace the slide cover on your Glock 17, and this semi-automatic pistol can instantly transform into a submachine gun with a rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute.

Normally this is illegal, but since it's produced by the system, its appearance is concealed and difficult to detect with the naked eye.

[XStat 30 Rapid Hemostatic Injector (Military Rationing): 150 points]

(Note: US military battlefield emergency medical technology)

Bleeding from a major artery? Simply insert this syringe into the wound; it can physically seal the wound within 15 seconds.

This thing is ridiculously expensive on the market, and ordinary patrol officers are not even qualified to be equipped with it.

["Stingray" Mobile Fake Base Station Handheld Portable Version: 800 Points]

(Note: This is a privileged device that is usually only available to the FBI or NSA.)

It can simulate a communication base station, forcibly intercept the IMSI codes of all mobile phones within a one-kilometer radius, monitor calls, intercept SMS messages, and even locate phones that are turned off.

If the FBI finds out you're possessing this, you'll most likely be called in for questioning by federal agents, and you probably won't be coming back.

M995 tungsten-core armor-piercing round (5.56mm/30-round magazine): 200 points

(Note: It can tear through Level IV bulletproof vest plates and car engine blocks like tearing paper.)

Unlike the green-tipped bullets you can buy at gun shops, these are black-tipped bullets that even armored vehicles find troublesome.

Besides these outrageous contraband items, the expensive high-end items in the skill bar were also highlighted:

[Master-level Criminal Profiling: 1000 Points]

(You can understand the mind of a psychopath like reading a script)

[Danger Perception: 2000 points]

("Spider-Sense," you feel intense heart palpitations before being sniped.)

Lyon looked at the dazzling array of goods and felt an irresistible urge to buy them.

"Damn, having too much money is a problem too."

Leon shook his head, deciding to put it aside for now. This kind of blissful dilemma was best left to him at home, sitting on the sofa, sipping a beer, and slowly contemplating it.

Close the system interface and refocus your attention on reality.

Besides Ward, who was still vomiting incessantly next to him, several fully armed SWAT team members were spraying fire extinguishers into the hood of the Mustang not far away.

"laugh--!!!"

White, dry powder smoke mixed with water vapor rose into the air, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

"Safe, the fire is under control."

A SWAT officer smashed the remaining car window with the butt of his rifle, peered inside, then turned and made a throat-slitting gesture towards the commander.

"Two people confirmed dead. The suspect in the back seat suffered a broken neck, and the suspect in the front passenger seat... well, half his head is missing. Confirmed dead."

That's Rocco and Slim

Those two probably weren't wearing seatbelts during the rollover; they must have been flung around like peas in the sand.

"The driver is still alive, but his leg is trapped. They are trying to break him out, and we need hydraulic shears."

The SWAT officer pointed to the flattened driver's cab.

That unfortunate kid, Dante, seemed to have more self-awareness while driving, and he dutifully wore his seatbelt, which is why he survived.

At this moment, his legs were trapped firmly by the deformed instrument panel, his face covered in blood, and he was screaming like a pig being slaughtered from the excruciating pain and terror.

"Ahhh, my leg! Help! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Seeing the police surround him, he screamed even louder, clearly thinking these heavily armed cops were there to finish him off.