After finishing, she sighed somewhat helplessly, "If I apply for a warrant now, it probably won't be issued until tomorrow night at the earliest. By then, the culprit would have already destroyed evidence and escaped... Not the first time this has happened."
"Maybe, I could be of some help." Venom looked into Officer Juliette's eyes, "I can knock on others' doors, I don't need a search warrant."
Juliette looked at him somewhat bewildered, but then had an epiphany, "Right! You deliver food! You're of Asian descent, no one would think an Asian would assist the police, you guys always keep your distance."
"However, are you really willing to help?" Julie pursed her lips, "I should remind you, this is dangerous. The criminal definitely has guns, and possibly something more dangerous than that."
This attitude surprised Xu Shang-Chi; American police officers' notorious propensity for doing whatever it takes to get results is known globally.
Juliette looked at Xu Shang-Chi's face, "You're about the same age as my brother. Your mom must be waiting for you at home. So, if you're scared, you can pretend you never offered... I'll go apply for that warrant."
"If you want to go with her, that's your decision." After saying this, Venom fell silent.
Xu Shang-Chi took a deep breath. He was very much afraid, horribly so. He had never in his life seen so many guns and bullets, any one of which could end his life.
But another thought arose. Would the innocent protest leader who had died have a chance to live again? Would any of the citizens or police officers who died in the protest conflicts have a chance to live again?
According to common sense, they certainly wouldn't. But they didn't have to live again – they could have lived ordinary lives, enjoying the benefits of advanced technology, leading a comfortable existence.
But now, someone didn't want them to continue living that way – they wanted the era to reverse itself, to revert to a time of inadequate productivity. So why did these people want to do that?
Technological evolution, societal progression, all good things for ordinary people, with the exception of one group – Demons. Those who hold power over others and continue to survive by exploiting others – who are not progressive and do not want others to progress.
Those Exploiters that his compatriots had once sacrificed and fought tirelessly to bury.
Xu Shang-Chi was indeed afraid of death, but at least he was certain of one thing – in this world, his homeland was still very strong.
He did not lack a home, nor relatives. No matter how many obstacles he faced, no matter how many different worlds there were – nothing compared to the power of class solidarity, the call of comrade.
The helplessness of wandering between different worlds, will inevitably strengthen one's determination. The lonely wanderer needs a greater aspiration to drive away suffering - the greater the suffering, the more one aspires for greatness.
Then, what aspiration can be greater than one where the laughter of the human race is also their own laughter, where they feel happiness when others are happy, a world where every mother can wait anxiously for their child, and every child, after a tiring day, can see their mother?
"Are you serious about what you said?" Xu Shang-Chi asked in his mind.
"Serious about what?"
"About you making me a superhero."
"Of course, I'm serious."
Xu Shang-Chi shyly smiled a bit and said,
"Alright, Officer, let's go."