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As night fell, three figures walked along a street that was neither bustling nor deserted. Their destination was Orange County, adjacent to Los Angeles County, for Chris's hometown lay there.
It seemed close, but that was in the past; now, any exposure would bring the entire city down upon them.
Reaching the street corner, Erika said, "I've called a car; it will be here soon."
Shasha scanned the surroundings and suddenly focused intently ahead. Two police officers were approaching, and he quickly pulled Chris into a corner.
Once the officers passed, the three emerged. Shasha said, "This won't work. It's too easy for us to get caught together. Erika, you take Edmund and get in the car. I'll distract them."
Erika's face showed a half-smile as she replied, "Are you sure you can handle that?"
Indeed, Erika was more skilled in combat than Shasha. However, when it came to chaos and stealth, Shasha, inheriting Liquid Snake's abilities, was undoubtedly superior to Erika. He responded, "Regardless of my abilities, this is the safest plan."
Erika fell silent for a moment before slowly nodding. "I accept your advice."
With that, she took the anxious and indecisive Chris away from Shasha's sight.
Now only Shasha remained. In this perilous city, most would choose to lie low and wait for trouble. But rather than that, he preferred to take the initiative and draw attention away from his companions.
At the Los Angeles Police Department, everything seemed calm on the surface, but the atmosphere was tense. Chief Fino had just issued an order to capture Chris at all costs, prompting many officers to mobilize in search of him.
However, with so many officers dispatched from various precincts, headquarters was left vulnerable—an opportunity for Shasha.
The moment the power was cut off, darkness enveloped the entire precinct.
Inside his office, Fino was agitated; the blackout only fueled his frustration. "Damn it! Did the fuse blow again? Fick! Go check it out!"
No one responded. After calling out several times without answer, Fino realized something was amiss. He drew his gun tightly in hand and cautiously opened his office door. In the pitch-black environment, he could only rely on his hearing.
A faint sound made him whirl around and point his gun toward its source. He didn't fire recklessly but instead spoke with tension in his voice, "Who's there? Don't try to scare me!"
As he stepped closer, his anxiety grew. Having long been removed from frontline action, Fino had grown accustomed to a life of comfort and had lost much of his initial skill. Thus, he failed to notice the gun aimed at the back of his head until it was almost too late.
"Mr. Director, I believe you are looking for me, right?"
Feeling the cold sensation at the back of his head, Fino knew it was a gun. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he forced himself to remain calm. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I do. If I didn't, why would I come to find you?" The person behind him said with amusement. "I know you follow Jin Bing's orders. If you don't want to lose your precious life, then withdraw the warrant."
"Dream on! That guy is a wanted criminal; I won't revoke the order." Fino's tone was firm. He understood the consequences of such an action. Revoking the warrant would not only bring questions from the agency but would also land him in trouble with Jin Bing.
Shasha had not anticipated Jin Bing's intimidation to be so effective. After a moment of hesitation, he whispered, "Mr. Director, think about your current situation. Do you really believe those things are more important than your life? Over the years, you've gained quite a bit of benefit, haven't you? Don't you want to continue enjoying this kind of life? Just know that with a simple flick of my finger, you could lose everything."
The provocation of words, combined with inner fear and the threat at the back of his head, made Fino grit his teeth and struggle for a while. However, upon hearing the click of the safety being disengaged, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and shouted, "I'll revoke it! I'll do it right now!"
Shasha re-engaged the safety and smiled with satisfaction. "That's more like it."
Soon after, the patrolling Police Officers were recalled, and the warrant was revoked.
Before long, Bill received the news and immediately called Fino to demand answers. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"I certainly know what I'm doing. I'm sorry; Mr. Director can't talk to you right now."
The mocking tone stunned Bill for a moment before he frowned deeply. "Who are you?"
"Who am I? That's a question you can ask your subordinates."
The call was abruptly ended, leaving Bill with a face full of uncertainty. It was clear to him that someone had sabotaged his plans. The fact that someone could silently control a police chief meant that they were not someone his subordinates could handle. Remembering Richard's reports about recent events, he realized that someone was indeed targeting them.
After hesitating for a moment, Bill dialed another number. When the call connected, there was silence on the other end, but he knew that person was waiting for him to speak. "BSS, someone has interfered with our plans; Fino is now being held hostage."
The other end remained silent as Bill stayed quiet too. After a while, a deep and authoritative voice finally spoke up. "I will send Target Eye over. As for Fino, a waste who gets taken hostage in his own precinct is no longer needed."
Bill was taken aback but quickly responded respectfully before hanging up. At that moment, a bitter smile crept onto his face. He felt no surprise at this decision; having been under this person's command for so long, he understood what happened to someone who had lost their value. Yet he couldn't shake off a sense of sorrow for the rabbit when seeing the fox die—wondering if he would one day meet the same fate.
In New York, there stood a towering building that may not have been as grand as the Chrysler Building but still possessed its own unique presence.
On the highest floor, there was an office made entirely of transparent walls, constructed with the hardest bulletproof glass available today. Inside sat a bald, muscular man whose physique appeared hefty but was actually composed of solid muscle.
His build, typical of a bodyguard, exuded an unusual aura—one that belonged to someone in power.
His hands, holding a cigar, were adorned with various gemstone rings that did not make him look like a nouveau riche; instead, they highlighted his authority.
He was Jin Bing, the underground emperor of America and the nemesis of countless superheroes.
"No one can disrupt my plans, and no one can provoke me while standing as my opponent and expect to remain unscathed. To me, you are nothing more than insignificant insects."
Muttering to himself, Jin Bing waved his hand, and a muscular figure clad in a blue tight-fitting suit with a target symbol on the hood stood beside him.
"Go let those guys know how luxurious it is to be alive."
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