An exciting chase between police and criminals is taking place on a highway in North America.
A black Toyota Cross Country fled in front at a speed of more than 220 kilometers per hour. Dozens of police cars chased behind them with their sirens blaring. Low-altitude, hovering armed helicopters came at high speed. The vehicles along the way dodged thrillingly.
, there have been several car crashes and fatalities in a short period of time.
Five kilometers ahead, roadblocks have been erected, and the heavily armed National Guard is ready. The muzzles of large and small caliber guns are aimed at the direction of the black Toyota's off-road driving, and there is a short and powerful command in the communicator.
Soon the fugitive came into sight and noticed the roadblock in front of him. The black off-road vehicle braked suddenly. Amidst the screeching sound of tires, an obvious brake mark was left on the road.
The person in the car suddenly turned the steering wheel, and after an obvious tilting movement, the off-road vehicle hit the guardrail and ran off the highway into a field full of weeds.
The gunshots rang out, but they avoided the body and headed towards the wheels of the off-road vehicle. With a "Peng!" sound, the left front wheel of the off-road vehicle burst, the body lost its balance and fell into a shallow ditch.
In a short order, the heavily armed National Guard broke out of the blockade. Some of them stopped the police and FBI who were chasing behind them. Others formed a fan-shaped surrounding posture, holding bulletproof shields, and cautiously approached the fugitive's vehicle.
.
"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded..."
With a sound of "Boom!", the car door was kicked up by the people inside, and a big man comparable to the star O'Neal got out of it. He was wearing a retro armor and was holding a piece of steel as tall as a person in his left hand.
Shield, carrying an oversized and heavy fire ax in his right hand, his face hidden in the metal visor, only the brown braids and strange patterns (magic patterns) covering his dark skin are exposed.
"Warning, warning, squat down with your hands on your head, repeat..."
It was as if a strong steel man from the Middle Ages suddenly stepped on the ground, and there was a sound of "Boom!", like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, and the shock ripples visible to the naked eye spread out, and the guards in front seemed to be drunk.
Yes, staggering here and there.
"Fire!"
"Da da da..."
The strong man raised his huge shield, and there was a dense, rain-like "clang, clang, clang...". The shield blocked the bullets, and the flames were like the futile stings of fireflies. The brawny man acted as if nothing had happened, but the commander behind him was dumbfounded.
The impact of bullets no longer exists?
At this time, a thin and frail figure got out of the rear vehicle, which was protected by strong men and shields.
This is a female.
She was wearing a pure white retro robe, her long golden hair was tied back by a headband made of green leaf branches, she was holding a strange-shaped wooden stick (staff), and she sang in a mysterious, melodious, and low-pitched unknown language.
stand up.
The commander's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to order the large-caliber automatic weapon to fire, he felt that the sky had darkened suddenly, and a large strange black fog filled the surrounding area. His field of vision was greatly restricted, and the target had already moved from the locked position.
disappear.
"Retreat, withdraw!
"
However, there was only noise similar to electromagnetic interference in the communicator. The commander was trapped in a dense fog and could not see his fingers. The infrared device did not work, and there was bright red everywhere.
"ah!"
A scream that was so close that the commander woke up from his daze. He got into the panicked command armored vehicle and used a loudspeaker to order the team members to retreat.
He commanded the armored vehicle to start, the engine roaring, and it rushed out of the dark fog without knowing the direction, and collided head-on with a police car that came to support.
Cough cough cough...
He climbed out of the armored vehicle in embarrassment. The police car was already on fire, and the life or death of the police officers inside was unknown. He took the civilian staff around him to rescue the people, supported each other and ran out for more than ten meters, when he heard "Boom!" behind him!
With a loud sound, a wave of air lifted them to the ground.
"Da da da..."
Looking back, I saw a strange thick fog gathering and lingering, covering an area of dozens of meters in radius. National Guard members kept escaping from it, and people kept opening fire inside.
The armed helicopter arrived, but it could only hover overhead in vain. There were only large patches of red on the infrared and vital sign display instruments. The enemy could not be seen, and it was impossible to tell where our own people were.
When the police and FBI arrived, they could only stay outside the black mist. The only thing they could do was to seal the black mist.
"Fake, my people are still inside, you want me to retreat now!?"
The lieutenant colonel commander showed his filial piety in front of the arriving bureaucrats, looking horrifyingly like he was choosing people to eat.
"Lieutenant Colonel, obey orders!"
scolded the same National Guard colonel.
"Fake, Fake..."
Everyone who could escape has escaped, and there are still 11 security guards trapped inside. The scene is like a battlefield, and even fighter jets are roaring past from low altitude.
The strange thick fog was so dense that it suddenly cleared in the next second.
The field of vision and detection instruments were all restored, and only seven or eight guardsmen were seen lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. There was no trace of the fugitives.
"They're still alive!"
The rescue was launched quickly, but the fugitive was nowhere to be seen, and there was no one in the black SUV.
At this moment, an armored vehicle on the periphery suddenly started up, crashed into two police cars blocking the road, and roared onto the highway.
In the passenger seat, a muscular black man with a sinewy face lifted up his metal visor, grinned at the guards and FBI outside, made a motion of slitting his throat, and walked away.
"Damn it!"
"They took hostages?"
"How did they get up there?"
"Why didn't anyone notice?"
There was a flurry of chaos, and the armed helicopter above reacted first and caught up with the armored vehicle. The large-caliber cannon on it fired a warning bullet chain, blocking the front of the vehicle.
A white man with green hair poked his head out of the car window. He stared at the low-altitude helicopter, drew a strange gesture on his chest, and murmured in his mouth. The armed helicopter shook as if drunk.
, deviated from the locked position and fell headlong to the ground.
"Oh, God!"
The helicopter "wake up" at the critical moment when it was about to hit the ground. The pilot, who was like a devil, used all his strength to pull up the nose of the aircraft, narrowly missed everyone's heads, and flew up again.
Safe height.
Seeing this, other armed helicopters did not dare to approach again.
"Why not destroy them!?"
The lieutenant colonel roared angrily.
"That's not what you need to know!"
"Damn it!"
The two players in the off-road vehicle, two men and two women, were screaming ghostly. The gunship stopped chasing them. There were no pursuers behind them. The road to a free sex life was at their feet. How could they escape from that ghost base?
Not happy?
"Boss, there's a guy who claims to be from Homeland Security and he wants to talk to us."
Jobs, a strong black man sitting in the passenger seat, was listening to the car radio with headphones and said to the female mage behind him.
"Homeland Security?" Kardashian, the female mage player, was looking behind her with a telescope. When she heard this, she turned back and said with a raised brow.
"That's what this guy said." Jobs took off his headphones and shook them.
"There must be some conspiracy!" Lei Jia, the third priest player, yelled strangely. He was sitting on the other side of the back row. It was he who almost caused the armed helicopter to crash and kill everyone through his prayers just now.
"Listen to what this guy has to say." Kardashian snapped her fingers. Jobs unplugged the secondary and adjusted the channel. After a while, a gentle male voice with a Washington accent appeared: "You don't have to run away.
, the commander-in-chief has pardoned you."
"Liar!" Lei Jia shouted excitedly.
"You should be aware of a series of recent changes. Congress has approved the establishment of a new Metaverse Enterprise Group Company funded by Lockheed Martin, Boeing Defense, Raytheon and other American companies to act as an agent for the operations of Canaan Games in North America. In other words
In other words, the ban on Canaan and Canaan players is about to be lifted, and the crimes you have committed before will be pardoned by the White House, provided you cooperate with us."
The players in the car were silent for a while after hearing this.
"Where can you escape to? Until now, we have maintained great restraint in our actions against you. You don't think that you can challenge the only superpower in the world just by relying on your strange... abilities.
Defeat a powerful army?"
"Damn it, boss, we can't trust those politicians, think about what they have done to us?" Lei Jia shouted.
"Common, mature young men, the past is the past, think carefully, once the American Metaverse Business Group is established and takes over the management and operation of Canaan Games in North America, you will all be subject to it, whether online or offline.
The U.S. government and legal supervision...cooperate or resist, be more sensible, you know how to do it."
"Fuck!"
Smoke and sparks erupted from the car radio that Jobs punched, interrupting the hateful voice claiming to be the Department of Homeland Security. Three players, two men and one woman, started arguing, and Kardashian irritably stretched out her foot.
, Lei Jia, who was spitting on him, kicked him back and shouted: "You think I forgot
No? No, but what that guy said is right. We have been targeted. The police have been following us for the past few days, and we have no time to go online. There is also that damn agent operation. This news is true, damn Canaan Company.
We are ready to compromise with the White House, we have been betrayed, it’s that simple!”
"Why did Canaan Company...ah, aren't the Chinese always tough?" Lei Jia parked the car on the side of the road and pulled his hair in distress.
"Merchant capitalists always pursue profits!" Jobs, a strong black man, was relatively calm. "If Canaan wants to internationalize, it cannot avoid North America...and Europe."
"But what should we do? When I think of the days when I was locked up in the base as a guinea pig, I want to kill them all." Lei Jia growled with red eyes.
"Patience, man, patience!" Jobs was the biggest and had the best temper. He comforted his companions, "That's good, more players will definitely make that day come earlier."
That day?
Lei Jia was confused, but Kardashian knew what Jobs was referring to.
This is because Lei Jia's "qualifications" are relatively low. As soon as he was captured in the base, the players "rioted". He had not yet joined the organization, and he was not aware of the prophecies of "Destruction Day" and "Rebirth" circulated in the organization. This prophecy
What it is saying is that one day in the future, when reality and virtuality, offline and online completely overlap, all corrupt, decadent, and oppressive things will be destroyed, and the whole world will usher in the birth of a new era, an era created by players.
The rebirth of the subject…
Kardashian: "We are the resistance!"
Steve Jobs: "We're going to smash the old world and create a new one!"
Lei Jia:......
After shouting slogans enthusiastically, the three people's expressions calmed down. At this time, an honest Dodge car drove up from behind and parked not far away. A bald, middle-aged man in a suit got down from the top. He raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.
, walking slowly.
"I'm Dyson, I just spoke!" Dyson made a call gesture and smiled at the three players who walked down.
Ten minutes later, the three players cooperated honestly and boarded a specially photographed military vehicle, left the blocked highway, and flew away in a helicopter.
Dyson completed the mission, ignored the protests and complaints from the FBI and the local police department, and rushed to the next scene where the player was being hunted.
…
Two days later, he returned exhausted. The director listened to his report and nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you for your hard work, man. The good news is that the law has been passed by Congress. In the future, the FBI can do this kind of work. That person like
The party director has been fired by the general leadership."
"That's great."
"Go back and have a good rest, take a shower, and say hello to Kate and the kids for me."
The White House finally cleared the obstacles of Congress and the Elephant Party, and the ban on Canaan games and players will soon be repealed. On his way home, Dyson encountered a group of extreme protesters who clashed with the police against Canaan.
, banners against China and even racial discrimination were thrown everywhere.
At home, my wife Kate, who works in an import and export trading company, is also very concerned about the major events happening. In the living room, she and her two children who are in grade 11 are watching the 24-hour news express from China.
"Are you done, dear?"
"Um!"
"Hunting for players?"
"Don't worry, we are being very restrained."
"Thank God, those politicians finally made the right decision for once."
At this time, the news anchor happened to say that there were major differences in the three-day closed-door meeting. The TV picture showed the American representative slamming the door and leaving. The scene was chaotic and the flashlights were as bright as day.
Dyson shrugged, "The Chinese don't seem to understand how much concessions the United States has made."
His wife Kate comforted him: "It will pass. The world needs cooperation rather than confrontation, especially on this matter."
"I hope so!" Dyson said very tiredly.
"Dad, can we also play Canaan games in the future? I want to be a player."
Dyson frowned slightly, held his eleventh-grade twin daughters in his arms, kissed her forehead, and said: "You can't use 'game' to describe it, dear, it's a competition, go all out."
