Chapter 020: I'm Really Not a Cop

Cyrus Greene left the Turkish kebab shop driving a police car. This electrically-driven police car was spacious, comfortable to drive, and extremely easy to control - even a novice like him who wasn't very good at driving could operate it smoothly.

However, after driving more than a dozen blocks, Cyrus Greene found that the police car suddenly died, and all four doors were completely locked. The warning indicator on the dashboard lit up, and the siren blared, alerting everyone to his presence.

"I hate high-tech equipment." Cyrus Greene wasn't brainless; he immediately realized that the New York police had probably received an alert, tracked his location through the network, and disabled the car.

Since all doors and windows were closed, Cyrus Greene had to take out the stolen Glock pistol and aim it at the sunroof. Thank goodness the sunroof wasn't bulletproof glass; after several gunshots, a hole large enough for escape appeared.

Before leaving the police car, Cyrus Greene checked his location on the car's smart display. He had been in North Brooklyn, the area with the worst public security in all of New York, and now he was near the East River, with the Manhattan Bridge leading to Manhattan right ahead.

Cyrus Greene straightened his police uniform, composed himself, and walked past several blocks with the most natural posture. His appearance as a patrol officer was quite deceptive. At this point, the New York Police Department hadn't yet issued a reward for his capture, and occasional pedestrians who saw him even smiled at him.

Walking along, Cyrus Greene was thinking about finding a store to change clothes. But just then, a Chevrolet came weaving around a curve in the road and crashed toward him.

This sudden event gave Cyrus Greene a huge fright. He quickly jumped a meter or two away to avoid the erratically driven Chevrolet, then watched as the car crashed into a building by the roadside.

With a bang, the airbag deployed, bloodying the driver's face but saving his life. Only then did Cyrus Greene notice that the car's body was covered in bullet holes, and a blood-covered corpse sat in the passenger seat.

What the fuck! Did I have a stroke of bad luck today or what? Why do misfortunes keep piling up one after another?

Cyrus Greene stepped aside, intending to leave, but the rear window rolled down, and a young woman called out to him loudly, "Officer, help us, someone is trying to kidnap me."

I'm not a police officer, miss, you've got the wrong person. I'm just wearing a police disguise; go find someone else for help!

Cyrus Greene didn't want to get involved in this mess; he already had enough troubles. But though he didn't want trouble, trouble found him. After the Chevrolet crashed, a Ford came around the corner and stopped right behind the Chevrolet.

Two burly men quickly jumped out of the Ford, but when they saw Cyrus Greene in his police uniform, their first reaction was to reach for their guns!

Damn it! I'm not a cop, I'm just passing by!

At this moment, Cyrus Greene was truly going mad. Being chased by the police was one thing, but wearing a police uniform to help himself escape only to end up having to fulfill a police officer's duties was quite another. He wanted to shout to the heavens: I'm not a cop who maintains social order!

But the two burly men were not good people; their gazes were sharp, their faces murderous. Judging by how smoothly they drew their guns, they weren't looking to have a nice chat with Cyrus Greene.

Fools, you're seeking your death!

Exceptionally Agile, always strike first!

With a thought, Cyrus Greene felt his hand automatically reaching for the quick-draw holster. The Glock 17 handgun he had stolen from the police was a bit old, but it was quick to draw, easy to aim, and didn't need to manually disengage the safety - just draw and shoot, incredibly swiftly.

At this moment, Cyrus Greene seemed to enter a high-speed mode, firing madly in the blink of an eye. Bang bang bang bang bang... he emptied all seventeen bullets from the magazine at once. Unfortunately... not a single one hit its target.

There was no help for it; Cyrus Greene had never handled a gun before. Hitting the target relied purely on luck; his marksmanship was nonexistent, truly terrible!

However, the sudden burst of intense firepower startled the two burly men. Bullets don't care about your physical build; anyone hit by a bullet would either die or be seriously injured.

Moreover, hearing the endless bang bang bang from across the way, this was an inexperienced rookie. The two men waited for the novice police officer to empty his bullets, then planned to move forward and easily finish him off.

One, two, three, four, five... the Glock 17 magazine only holds seventeen bullets. After the last bullet was fired, the gun locked open, with the slide no longer returning to position.

Hearing this sound of an empty chamber, the two burly men immediately peeked out from behind the car they were using as cover. They were determined to let this incompetent police officer taste some bullets. But when they peeked out, Cyrus Greene didn't even bother to change magazines; he simply fired again!

Bang bang bang bang bang... the bullets seemed endless!

One thug's luck ran out; as soon as he peeked out, a bullet from Cyrus Greene randomly hit his head. Blood sprayed, and he fell to the ground, not moving again.

Cyrus Greene's inner thought was: Don't underestimate my marksmanship. Although I can't shoot accurately, I can make up for it with quantity!

He had robbed two police officers earlier and carried two guns - one in the quick-draw holster on his thigh, one in the holster under his ribs. Though somewhat awkward, it hadn't been a wasted effort. After emptying one handgun, he simply threw it away and drew the other one to continue firing.

With one thug down, the other finally didn't dare to peek out recklessly. However, to Cyrus Greene's horror, after one thug was killed, three more jumped out of the Ford, one of them carrying an assault rifle that looked like the notoriously powerful AK series.

Now there was no way to match their firepower... The other side could just hold down the trigger and spray thirty bullets at once.

Damn, this is life-threatening!

However, Cyrus Greene's efforts had given the crashed Chevrolet precious breathing room. Taking advantage of the crucial seconds while he suppressed the enemy, the driver in the front seat cleared away the airbag and restarted the car. First, he backed up to straighten the car, then moved forward to escape.

The young woman in the back seat who had just asked Cyrus Greene for help opened the door and shouted to him, "Get in the car quickly!"

Cyrus Greene leaped into the back seat of the car, then ducked down with the young woman, hiding beneath the seats. At this moment, the thug's AK finally erupted, and in an instant, the furious barrage of gunfire shattered the rear window, sending countless glass fragments flying wildly inside the Chevrolet.

Cyrus Greene felt waves of heat passing over his scalp, and his neck suddenly became incredibly painful. When the AK's magazine was emptied, he reached up to touch it and found his hand covered in blood.

The young woman looked up to check Cyrus Greene's injuries and quickly reassured him, "It's okay, it's okay, they're just scratches, no deep cuts."

From the Chevrolet's crash to Cyrus Greene's gunfire and jumping into the car, less than thirty seconds had passed, and he had once again had a brush with death.

Seeing Cyrus Greene breathing erratically and heavily, the equally disheveled young woman smiled at him instead, extending her hand and saying, "My name is Lina Fox. Nice to meet you, brave officer."

Under the brief but intense gunfight, adrenaline made Cyrus Greene's heart race wildly. He didn't shake hands with the young woman, just stared at her blankly, sighing inwardly: I'm not a cop!