After a long time, the screen in the live broadcast room lit up again.
"Am I, am I watching a movie?"
"This is too shocking. How did the god do it? Such godly marksmanship!"
"Quick, look at the announcement made by the program team. Oh my god! Has the NYPD gone crazy?"
"Oh my god! The NYPD is still sending out felons!"
"Damn it! The NYPD deliberately concealed the result of the gunfight between the felons and the god. Are they planning to let the god kill all the prisoners in the New York Prison?"
"The god is too terrifying! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. The god vs 40 felons. The death rate is 0:40."
"Is this... is this even human? The god fired 37 shots and killed 40 felons! Three of the felons were killed by the explosion of the police car."
Peter crouched in the weeds and observed the battlefield. After confirming that there were no 'police' left alive, he stood up.
At this moment, his face was captured by the flying robotic bird in the sky. His clear face was transmitted to the live broadcast room.
The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked again!
They found that Peter's expression was terrifyingly calm. It was as if the shootout just now had nothing to do with him. The 'police' who were already dead were not caused by him alone.
Was this still human!
It was too terrifying!
Peter walked into the battlefield with steady steps and checked the few police cars that were parked at the scene.
Other than the one that Peter had shot into the fuel tank and directly blew up, the other police cars were more or less problematic.
After a few minutes, Peter finally found a police car that was still functioning normally.
There were still police handguns scattered around the scene, as well as a few fully automatic rifles.
These were good things!
Peter picked up a few fully automatic rifles with a regretful expression.
"What a pity that they didn't know how to use such good guns!"
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw Peter pick up the fully automatic rifles scattered on the ground and actually mock the impersonating 'police' for not knowing how to use the guns, they were instantly shocked.
"God, you can't do this! It's not that they don't know how to use them, it's that you're too amazing!"
"God, my legs are still shaking. How did you make such a deal?"
"So Peter is a god!"
Peter didn't stay at the scene. He knew that reinforcements would arrive soon.
He was not a brainless fool, waiting to be caught foolishly.
Peter got into the police car that was still in good condition. He put the fully automatic rifle and hundreds of bullets that he had seized from scanning the battlefield on the passenger seat.
Then Peter started the engine and continued to flee.
Driving the police car was a little too conspicuous. He looked around from time to time to see if he could find a small town or a farm, get a civilian car, and continue to flee New York.
What a coincidence!
Peter found a farm in front of him on the right. It looked quite big.
There were several large warehouses and two houses for people to live in.
The police car slowed down and turned off the road to the farm. A strong man dressed as a farmer stood at the farm gate.
He was curious. What were the police doing here at this time?
Peter's eyes were locked on the farmer. If the farmer did anything against him, he would not hesitate to shoot him.
A moment later, the police car drove into the farm. The farmer who was guarding the door turned around and walked towards the police car.
"Hello, officer! Welcome to USI farm."
However, the farmer clearly saw that the person who got out of the police car was a young man who was not wearing a police uniform. He was holding a police automatic rifle.
His alertness made the farmer uncomfortable.
"I need a car, preferably a pickup truck."
Peter looked at the farmer and made his request. After saying that, he observed the farmer's reaction.
"Officer! Wait a minute, I still have an old pickup truck in my garage. You can follow me to take a look."
The farmer turned around and walked in front, leading Peter to a garage on the farm.
Something was not right!
This person was not a police officer. Why did he feel like he had seen him somewhere before?
The farmer thought about it carefully and couldn't remember where he had seen Peter before.
At this moment, the farmer's daughter walked out from a house on the farm and shouted as she walked.
"Daddy, who are you talking to? Is it the police?"
Hmm?
The farmer noticed that his daughter was making an obscure hand gesture at him when she was asking him a question.
Not good! This guy was not a police officer. His daughter seemed to have discovered something!
What should he do?
He had a gun in his hand!
The farmer calmed his panicked expression and replied casually, "This police officer wants to borrow our pickup truck. What are you doing out here? Go back and boil some water to make a cup of coffee for the police officer."
The farmer's daughter smiled knowingly and turned around to run back to the house.
Peter watched the father and daughter's performance indifferently the whole time. He did not respond and silently followed the farmer to the garage.
The garage where the pickup truck was parked was not far from the gate of the farm. The farmer brought Peter to the garage door.
Crash!
The garage door was pulled open by the farmer. An old pickup truck was parked there. Although the model was very old, it was well maintained by the farmer.
Peter did not say anything. He walked to the side of the pickup truck and opened the door of the driver's seat. He did not immediately go in. Instead, he unloaded the backpack on his back, took out two bundles of dollars from it, and threw it to the farmer.
"This is twenty thousand dollars. It's enough to buy this truck."
The farmer caught the dollars that Peter threw over in a panic. He was no longer calm.
What kind of person was this.
A killer?
Or a fugitive?
Neither. These two types of people were vicious thugs. Why would they pay for the pickup truck?
Peter got into the pickup truck and ignored the shocked farmer.
He started the pickup truck and sped away from the garage.
The farmer looked incredulous as he watched his pickup truck drive out of the farm and slowly disappear out of sight.
Buzz buzz!
Just as Peter drove away in his pickup truck, several helicopters made annoying noises as they flew low over the farm in the direction Peter had fled.
The farmer stood there with a blank look on his face, two bundles of brand new dollars scattered on the ground.
He remembered who had just bought his pickup truck.
Peter!
He was the 'fugitive' selected by the fugitive program team.
He was the star of the shoot-out that had just taken place on Route 18.
A fugitive with only pistols against 40 felons.
A marksman who had fired 37 bullets and killed 40 felons.
The farmer looked at the helicopter whizzing overhead.
He knew that the fugitive had driven the NYPD completely insane.
He knew that the helicopter was carrying felons from New York prisons.
He ran to the house and shouted, "Quick! Turn on the TV right now! Watch the escape!"