Chapter 018: Robbing the Police

In broad daylight, under the bright sun, Cyrus Greene inexplicably felt a bit cold. The neighborhood he was in was extremely desolate. Although there were many pedestrians on the road, they all had cold, stern expressions, with robust physiques and fierce-looking black faces.

These black men looked at people with a chilling gaze, never speaking loudly on the street. When two or three gathered together, they would whisper, appearing sneaky. No matter what they were doing, their eyes habitually looked around, as if an enemy might emerge from behind at any moment.

Watching these black men darting back and forth on the street, Cyrus Greene, with his Asian face among them, gave one a tightening feeling. He found the street sign, which only showed the words "North Brooklyn District"; the rest of the sign was rotten, with several obvious bullet holes on it.

Damn it, where exactly is this place?

Cyrus Greene didn't see any buses or taxis. Occasionally, a few cars would drive by, all at lightning speed, as if their rear ends were on fire, seemingly dangerous to stay even one second longer.

All the streetlights in this neighborhood had been shot out, as if for target practice. The occasional surveillance cameras on the street were just empty frames. The alleys always had a stench of urine, and from time to time, one could see a few disheveled homeless people rummaging through garbage bins.

After walking in this neighborhood for half an hour, Cyrus Greene's stomach was growling with hunger. He saw a Turkish kebab shop by the roadside and pushed the door open to enter.

Inside, there were a few customers talking quietly at the tables. A big, burly woman sat at the grill counter. Seeing Cyrus Greene come in, she came forward and called out, "What would you like?"

"One serving of kebab," Cyrus Greene glanced at the price list in the shop and chose the cheapest food.

The shop woman grabbed a kitchen knife, cut a few slices of beef from a kebab rack, added some lettuce leaves and salad dressing, put it on a plate, and handed it to Cyrus Greene, saying, "Six dollars."

Cyrus Greene had been hungry almost all day. After paying, he picked up the knife and fork and devoured the food. Turkish kebab was one of the more palatable foods in America, and the portion was quite substantial, suitable for filling the stomach.

While eating, Cyrus Greene considered what he should do next. Although he couldn't continue to stay at Katerina's place, this wasn't something unacceptable. Having calmed down, he realized that nothing ever goes completely smoothly; as long as one is alive, it's fine.

"I still must find that mechanical dog called 'Dog Meat.' That dog would be more reliable than people. At least it wouldn't abandon me halfway like Katerina.

I can't lose the bet with Tony Parker. If I see that hippie kid walking around with 'Dog Meat' in front of me, I'll die of anger."

"But to secure 'Dog Meat,' it's impossible without Angie's help. So now I need to find a way to contact Angie."

"Then I also need some living expenses, otherwise even before I can secure 'Dog Meat,' I'll starve to death first."

As Cyrus Greene was thinking wildly like this, when he was almost finished eating, the kebab woman placed a glass of Coca-Cola in front of him and said, "This is for you, free."

"Thank you." Cyrus Greene was indeed thirsty and drank more than half of it at once.

The kebab woman said leisurely, "The black man you killed once robbed our shop. I cursed him countless times to die on the street, and today it finally happened."

What? Hearing this, Cyrus Greene was stunned, slowly raising his head to look at the kebab woman. The big, burly kebab woman pointed to the television screen hanging on the shop wall, which was broadcasting the murder scene near Target. A reporter was talking to the camera about the deteriorating public security issues.

"Damn it, I'm on TV." Cyrus Greene was shocked as he looked at the TV screen, which showed the surveillance video from McDonald's, clearly displaying the moment when he was hijacked, then turned around, drew his knife, and stabbed the man to death.

"Well done," an elderly man in his sixties at the next table gave Cyrus Greene a thumbs up, imitating his killing motion and exclaiming, "Your turning speed was very fast, and you were very ruthless. You're Chinese, right? Great kung fu!"

Kung fu my ass! Which eye of yours saw that I know kung fu? I've become a wanted murderer now, and you still have the mood to joke with me?!

Seeing his large portrait being broadcast on television, Cyrus Greene was breaking out in a cold sweat. He finished the Coca-Cola in one gulp, put down the glass, and turned to leave the kebab shop, but just then, the shop door rattled, and two police officers walked in from outside.

Cyrus Greene didn't stop, nor did he turn and run. He very calmly lowered his head and walked out, not looking at the police officer's eyes, but his downcast gaze happened to see the two police officers slightly pause at their feet, then naturally step to the left and right, their hands simultaneously moving toward the holsters at their waists.

He'd still been recognized!

Cyrus Greene's Asian appearance was too conspicuous among a group of foreigners, making it difficult for others not to notice him. And the wall-mounted TV screen still displayed his large portrait, which was the best verification target.

I'm doomed. Once caught, I'll be thrown in prison and locked up until death!

Cyrus Greene's heart almost came to a standstill; he raised his head and saw two white police officers looking at him gravely. One of them had already opened his mouth, about to shout while drawing his gun.

I can't be caught, absolutely not!

Exceptionally Agile, always strike first!

Cyrus Greene's newly acquired passive attribute was activated; he lunged toward one of the police officers with a flash of his body. This officer had just put his hand on the quick-draw holster, but Cyrus pushed away his arm and drew the Glock 17 pistol first.

Then... draw, grip, aim - three movements executed in one fluid motion! Cyrus Greene's agility in this desperate situation drew a gasp of amazement from everyone in the kebab shop.

When the police appeared, everyone in the shop thought this young man was doomed, and no one could have imagined his movements would be so fast that he actually reversed the situation and controlled the two police officers. The old man who had just praised him again exclaimed softly, "Kung fu!"

Old man, you've watched too many movies!

Cyrus Greene was now breathing heavily; the momentary action just now required powerful explosive strength. His heart was pounding like a drum, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Two police officers: the front one's gun had been snatched away, and the rear one's hand was frozen on his holster. Both seemed a bit dumbfounded.

Their reaction upon seeing Cyrus Greene was as quick as could be, and their coordination was impeccable, yet they felt as if something flashed before their eyes, and the situation underwent a complete 180-degree reversal. They had never seen anyone move so quickly, almost like a ghost shadow!

Cyrus Greene pointed the gun at the officer whose hand was on his holster and growled, "Put your gun and radio on the table and handcuff yourself and your partner to the table leg. Quick, do as I say, or I'll shoot."

Both officers complied, obediently placing their guns in front of Cyrus Greene and handcuffing themselves to a table, throwing the key outside the shop door. The entire process was extremely calm; after witnessing Cyrus Greene's ghost-like speed, no one dared to act rashly.

Seeing that the two police officers no longer posed a threat, Cyrus Greene immediately let out a big sigh of relief. He was about to turn off the gun's safety and tuck it into his belt. But seeing the officers' quick-draw holsters, he barked, "Take off your clothes."

What?

The two police officers thought simultaneously: Have we encountered a pervert? He wants us to take off our clothes while being arrested?

Cyrus Greene's blood-stained clothes were too conspicuous. He took off one officer's clothes and pants and immediately put them on himself. Although they were slightly large, they were barely passable.

Holster, radio, handcuffs, and even pepper spray, taser, and high-intensity flashlight. By the time Cyrus Greene walked out of the Turkish kebab shop with all these items, he looked like a New York Brooklyn street patrol officer.

FUCK... I just robbed two police officers! It seems the trouble is getting bigger and bigger. Now all the police in New York will be after me.