Burning Escape

"So, this is why I hate taking this damn route, but I gotta take it." Hudson banged the steering wheel, and the yellow SUV started honking, but there was no changing the fact that he was stuck in the traffic jam.

"Angel, don't fly so close to me..." This song is 'Angel,' it's from 'Fast X,' but Hudson's more into rock.

"Alright, finally moving." Hudson stepped on the gas pedal, getting ready to charge through the traffic light... "Damn it!" Hudson forcefully ripped off the brakes! "These cars are a damn pain! Good thing I'm the first one now! Otherwise, I'd blow up that traffic light!"

He glanced at the police car next to him, where two people were having an intense discussion. He sighed, realizing there were others as miserable as him, so he waved at the two people inside, who waved back.

The little figure on the traffic light started walking, Hudson hit the gas, and the car entered the small road on the right – his last way back home.

But he missed one thing – there were no pedestrians on this road, so there was no one to save him.

BANG!

Suddenly, the cars in the alley rammed him out of the road, and finally, a streetlight smashed onto the roof of Hudson's car.

Hudson quickly surveyed the car that hit him – a red Porsche! The license plate was TX9816! Okay! Step on the gas!

BANG!!!

A Porsche emerged from the front and back of Hudson's yellow Chevrolet, one black – JP0987, one gray – PJQ7793.

The impact from the collision forced blood from Hudson's nose, and his consciousness started to blur. If it wasn't for the adrenaline, he might have passed out right there.

Nine people got out of the three cars, each wielding a light machine gun.

DADADADADA...

These idiots didn't realize that the car's windows were bulletproof, so the bullets got stuck in the glass.

But now was not the time to sit still, he had to think of a way!

Hudson quickly crawled to the back, searching his backpack for life-saving tools.

BANG!

Suddenly, it felt like the car was hit by something, and then it started to fly, rolling two rounds before finally coming to a stop.

The engine was smoking, but there was no risk of explosion.

The point was that the bulletproof glass was completely shattered because of the previous wild firing by those idiots and the two rolls of the car.

Wait a minute, found it!

Hudson opened a "miniaturized thermos," and suddenly, blue light emanated from inside – it was the light of extreme heat!

***

DADADADADA...

"Hey, after shooting so many bullets, he should be dead, right?" a man with a scar on his nose said.

"Humph, a little cop getting such royal treatment, he should thank God for his chance." A tall guy retorted.

"I'll check first." A short guy rushed forward, crouching to inspect the inside...

...

"He's gone!!!" The short guy pointed inside.

A freshly cut hole, still with high temperature, connected to an opened drain!

"Ah! Our car's been taken!" The guy at the back pointed at the red Porsche. It just turned into a tunnel!

"Chase after it!" The tall guy turned around and shouted, but he also froze in place, the light machine gun clashing with the ground, making a crisp sound.

It was No.1! Michael Jackman!

"He's not... still in the hospital?" The guy at the back nearly lost his balance.

"Hehe, don't forget, my ability is to change all data in the world, and me... I've sped up the healing of the wound." Michael Jackman shrugged, as lazy as ever.

"But... didn't you lose your ability?" The tall guy retreated repeatedly.

"That's just a rumor, I've only been weakened!" Michael shouted, but his expression didn't change. A few seconds later, the corners of his mouth lifted. "But now, I can use my usual strength."

A black cylindrical instrument was installed on his collar, he pressed the button on top, and the light beside the button emitted a blood-red light, then he pushed the instrument, and the blood-red light turned into cyan-blue.

"Have you ever wondered where people go after they die?"

Michael's question made those people retreat even further.

"It seems like you guys don't know."

"Well then, I'll send you to that place for a look."