The first image that entered Sheyan viewed, was the corpse of a Los Angeles policeman. The corpse had a horrified expression, with pale white hands still clutching his chest tightly. Fresh blood was oozing out a small hole on his neck.
Five similar looking corpses were spread out across the living room. The air released a stench of death and blood.
At the corner of the living room, there was a dying Los Angeles policeman struggling as he held onto the fresh wound on his neck. Blood splattered everywhere as his throat could only squeeze out choking sounds. That was the sound of a windpipe having been slit. His eyes were reddened white and his eyeballs rolled up. At present, his hair was being tugged by a hand in a white glove. That familiar bearded man whom Sheyan had came across twice, raised his head and glanced at Sheyan with an astounded look.
Both their eyes interlocked. The intensity of their gaze felt like it could spark a fire, as both remained motionless.
Followed by, an awkward pause.
Then, Sheyan leaned his head in. Glancing at the bodies lying on the ground, he then coldly said.
"Looks like you are trying to complete the ‘Treacherous ally’ milestone?"
The ‘Treacherous ally’ milestone requirement was to slaughter 50 policemen in this world. Beardy was specifically acting against Los Angeles policemen, which was why Sheyan could immediately accuse him of that. Beardy then gently released the policeman, before replying softly.
"That’s right."
Sheyan could feel this person’s indifferent and contemptuous spirit, as he slipped out an unknown grin. According to the norm, the close combat specialist Sheyan should be trying to shorten the distance between his opponent. Yet Sheyan was actually retreating with an imposing look in his face, lifting his shirt, he pressed his hand on the holster of the M500 pistol lodged to his waist. It was as though he was going to pull the pistol out and start firing the next second.
Obviously, Sheyan was trying to give an impression of a gunman, with that threatening look and retreating stance, his goal was to invite his opponent to charge towards him. But when the moment comes when his opponent burst forth against him…..
Instead, Beardy was rather experienced and knowledgeable. With one glance he could tell the pistol on Sheyan’s waist was the terrifying weapon known as the ‘hand cannon’. His expression changed while saying.
"What do you want?"
Sheyan answered irrelevantly.
"You are pretty bold, killing policemen will greatly increase your crime index. In the end the Delta anti-terror task force would target you. Aren’t you not one bit afraid?"
Beardy stared intently at Sheyan before replying.
"Do you know the attributes rewarded from attaining the title for completing ‘Treacherous ally’?"
After listening, Sheyan remained emotionless and replied.
"I have detailed information about the T-750 Terminator on hand."
Both parties possessed something beneficial to the other, although there was no movement, the real battle was within the conversation itself. Sheyan’s information stirred Beardy’s heart, as he curiously pursued.
"Why not we exchange through our nightmare imprint? I’ll exchange information on the title ‘Treacherous ally’ in addition to the method of killing policemen without repercussions of being wanted, for your information."
Sheyan had pondered earlier about this method. The nightmare imprint during a trade had an acknowledgement criteria, which would ensure that both parties could trade information with ease. However, its flaw was that utility points had to be used as trading fees. Cutting off a segment of the T-750 Terminator information, and an additional 50 points of utility points given to his Nightmare imprint, Sheyan very quickly received a relevant report.
[ Title: Treacherous Ally ]
[ Single equip ]
[ Equipping property: If the opponent you attack has no crime index, his damage received increases by 100%, item/equipment loot rate increases by 100%. ]
[ Title next level promotion criteria: If you managed to kill 150 policemen in this terminator world (Your total damage dealt to each policeman must exceed 50 points) ]
[ Method of killing policemen without repercussions: After you kill a policeman, your crime index will rise at a shocking speed. However, if there are no eyewitnesses or the eyewitnesses are disposed of, your criminal activities will be listed as unsolved and your criminal index will immediately drop back after 10 minutes. However, there will still be a small bit of crime index left. ]
Obviously, this title’s greatest point was being able to increase the probability of loot drops.
Also, the method of killing policemen from Beardy was seemingly feasible. Only… to the current Beardy, wouldn’t Sheyan be considered one of those eyewitness? If he desired to silence Sheyan, he wouldn’t know that Sheyan was like a hungry wolf hiding its teeth beneath the snow; waiting in anticipation since long ago!
At this tiny critical moment, a police siren pierced the air; indicating several Los Angeles policemen rushing over to reinforce the area. Under these circumstances, if both sides were to cross hands, the fighting and gun sounds may attract a large deal of policemen. Even worse, there were several dead policemen on the floor! Both parties would definitely want to avoid that scenario as they both slowly retreated and finally left after achieving a safety gap.
After leaving the building, Sheyan realized that the sirens were from a passing police car and there wasn’t any danger. Sheyan surveyed his surroundings, as he headed off in the direction of gun fire sounds. After passing by several blocks of building, a huge black police car appeared in front of Sheyan. That was the legendary Delta anti-terror task force’s vehicle. Currently, the driver seat was left wide open, as Sheyan glanced inside, there was no one in sight. Blood stains were splashed all around the interior.
Sheyan’s heart trembled, but still proceeded to enter the driver’s seat. After making sure there was no one, he casually flipped open the walkie talkie inside. In the present year of 1984, communication technology advances wasn’t as developed as the 21st century. The main form of communication was still the walkie talkie. After a moment of static, an anxious voice transmitted over.
"Suspect has entered the third main street, cluster seven, requesting for aid. I repeat, requesting for aid. There are an additional 5 casualties, requesting for the medics."
"Third main street, cluster seven…" Sheyan gently nodded his head as his lips curled up.
Suddenly, he suddenly felt a faint warmth against his back, as a soft voice drifted in from within the car’s trunk.
"Raise your….. hands. Place both your hands behind your neck…. kneel."
There was actually someone in the trunk!
Sheyan followed the intructions, raising both hands slowly but his eyes was currently focused on the rear view mirror. His heart skipped a beat. The person aiming his gun at Sheyan was someone dressed in full black, therefore camouflaging himself. Wearing a black face mask, even both his hands were wearing black gloves. This must be one of the Delta anti-terror task force member.
However he looked extremely weak now, leaning against the car’s side as he sat. His left hand was holding onto a cloth that was dyed red against his neck, his right hand holding onto an ordinary police revolver. A huge amount of clothes were scattered to his side. When Sheyan entered the vehicle, he only noticed that the car’s interior were messy with a bunch of clothes mix together. He did not notice anyone’s figure.
Looking back, it shouldn’t be because of this guy’s camouflage but because he had lost too much blood and felt cold. Therefore, he had covered himself up with clothings, causing Sheyan to miss him.
"Hais." Sheyan sighed in a remorseful tone as he spoke softly.
"You shouldn’t have appeared here."
He wildly swung around, looking at this Delta anti-terror task force member who still issued a strong murderous look in his eyes! This heavily injured combatant was still an experienced veteran, and he fired off without hesitation!
Burning hot projectiles shot into Sheyan’s face, throat, heart as blood spurted everywhere.
However, Sheyan had ferociously charged forward while the bullets were spraying in midair, as he raised his clenched right fist. A metallic brilliance shimmered, as his futuristic hand armour surfaced on his hand!
With one strike, Sheyan smashed against the task force member’s throat!
The task force member’s eyes puffed out exaggeratedly, he looked as though he was a dead fish. His body immediately convulsed forward, while collapsing he had already lost his life. Sheyan could smell a strong sickening odour, as he looked down at the devastatingly mutilated clump of neck remains!
At this moment, bullet projectiles lodged inside Sheyan’s skin were squeezed out and started scattering on the floor; producing repetitive metal clinking sounds.
This Anti-terror task force member possessed an ordinary police revolver which was completely useless against Sheyan. Already heavily injured, he failed to resist even one blow from Sheyan. If his hands held the threatening anti-terror grade weapon, then Sheyan would have definitely complied obediently.
Sheyan’s bold behavior, was because this task force member was already heavily injured. This implied that the Terminator was able to shed blood inside the vehicle from 100 metres out. Moreover, it also showed that the Delta anti-terror task force was a glass cannon, possessing high damages but low defence. They could kill an enemy easily within an instance, but at the same time, could easily be wiped out by the enemy in an instance…...