Complex Bullet

Mole packed up all the items in the box into his backpack and left the room without stopping.

He took advantage of the night to walk around the block, vigilantly observing his surroundings and occasionally looking behind him.

At this point, he pretended to be sleepy and looked up to let out a yawn.

Just as he looked up, he noticed a faint light flashing under the moonlight high in the sky.

Hmph!

Mole continued walking down the street. He knew that the light was a miniature drone. He had been a CIA informant for a few years, so he was quite familiar with the CIA's tracking methods.

After turning a corner, Mole saw a black man waiting there for some time.

The black man saw Mole and smiled as he walked forward to greet him.

"Mole, long time no see!"

Mole also walked up and bumped his shoulder with the muscular black man.

"Have you prepared the car I asked for?"

"No problem. I have to prepare the things you asked for as soon as possible."

Mole did not waste any more time and followed the muscular black man into a garage. There was a modified SUV parked inside. The entire car was bulletproof and could even withstand the bullets of a large caliber sniper rifle.

He was very satisfied. He opened the door and started the engine. The SUV roared and rushed out of the garage.

A few minutes later, Mole was driving the modified SUV on Highway 18. He held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up a magazine from the passenger seat with the other hand. There was only one bullet in the magazine.

Mole deftly pulled the bullet out of the magazine and brought the bullet to his eyes. He even kissed the bullet.

It was a special bullet. Just looking at the outer layer of the bullet, it looked like an ordinary bullet. But if the bullet was opened, the shell would not contain gunpowder, and a rolled-up piece of paper, on the paper was a list of CIA informants in Mexico.

Mole got the list by accident. He did not realize the importance of the list at that time and almost burned it.

Now, Mole's first target was not the list, but it was the murderer of his best friend, Peter.

Mole swore that he would kill Peter even if he had to chase him to the ends of the Earth.

Mole's personality was extremely perverted. He never trusted anyone, but Mole really loved his best friend.

He could not stand anyone hurting his best friend, let alone killing his best friend.

That was something mole would never stand for.

But Mole agreed that the CIA had another reason for going after Peter. After he had gotten hold of the list, he had made a copy, just to be on the safe side, of the same list, which he had loaded into the shell of a bullet.

And he had secretly delivered the bullet to his gay partner.

After killing the felons, Peter had taken Mole's gay partner's magazine, which contained the bullet that contained the CIA list.

Mole had to catch up with Peter and kill him himself.

There was still half an hour before midnight.

Mole did not stop his car along the way. He chased after Peter, who was fleeing in his car.

Suddenly!

An ear-piercing bell rang. Mole picked up the phone.

"Mole, according to the message you sent, I found the fugitive named Peter. He has just entered the city of Washington. His pickup truck should have been abandoned by now."

"You did well! What kind of car is he driving now?"

"It's an RV. The license plate number is XXXXX. I'm following him now."

"I got it. Be careful not to be discovered by him. I still have half an hour before I enter Washington."

After a short call, Mole accelerated toward Washington.

At this time, Peter had just entered downtown Washington and was looking for a place to stay.

He still had more than $100,000 in cash from the system. He could not stay in a hotel because he was a fugitive, so he had to go to a nightclub or some private club.

Peter drove around the city in his RV, but he couldn't find a place he liked.

After ten minutes, he parked his RV in a park and planned to sleep in the RV tonight.

There was everything in the RV. There was even a small bar full of alcohol.

Peter was not an alcoholic, but he did enjoy his alcohol. He parked the RV and got into the back of the RV.

He was a little confused. He had killed so many 'cops' in New York, but he could not remember any details. How did he kill so many cops in two hours, he could not remember the whole process.

Could it be that the system rewarded him with the sacrifice of a super god-level skill?

On the way to Washington, D.C., Peter had become extremely weak. His physical strength had dropped so much that he could only barely drive.

The state of weakness lasted for about an hour. It was a very uncomfortable experience. He didn't know when he would fall into a deep sleep, when he would be caught by the policemen behind him, or when he would be able to recover from that state of weakness.

Fortunately, the weakened state after using the super divine skill, sacrifice, did not last for long.

If the weakened state after sacrifice lasted for a day, Peter would definitely not use the sacrifice skill again.

That was equivalent to putting his life in the hands of the unknown. A day of weakened state meant that he could be caught at any time, or even killed.

That was not what Peter wanted. What he wanted to do was to nip the risk in the bud.

After entering the room, Peter sat behind the small desk and opened a notebook, recording the events that he could still remember in his mind. He was afraid that he would become a murderous demon.

At this time, Peter's pupils had returned to their normal color, and his face was not as pale as before.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also very surprised.

"Look! The god's pupils have returned to their normal color. The red color from before really scared me."

"What's going on? Did the god obtain some kind of ancient secret technique?"

"It's also possible that he obtained some kind of superpower, just like spiderman's ability."

"According to your guesses, I found that it's really possible. You've seen the program team's latest announcement. There are already labs that are very interested in the god. They are trying to find a way to get in touch with the god."

The program team's audience was constantly watching Peter's every move.

Peter put down his notebook and looked at the time. He planned to sleep first and replenish his strength to continue his escape. He had to prepare in advance for tomorrow.

At about one o'clock in the morning, thick clouds appeared over Washington City. A storm was about to arrive.

Mole drove the SUV into downtown Washington. He found the park where Peter was hiding and parked the SUV in a hidden place.

Then he sneaked into the park and found the RV parked on the lawn.

The fugitive Peter was in the car.

"You can't run away this time. This park will be your funeral!"