As I make my way out, Fang Senyan passed a convenience store, casually snagged a bottle of mineral water and a few bandages, tossing a ten-dollar bill at the clerk to ensure his silence. Three minutes later, the blood was washed from his face, his wounds were covered, and he was slipping into the throng of a bustling supermarket, vanishing into the crowd. However, after the preceding chase and brawl, Fang Senyan’s health had dipped below 50%. Facing these fearless, elite FBI agents was nothing like dealing with the LAPD, where he had felt so much more at ease.

Hundreds of meters behind him, three elite FBI operatives were scanning the area. They had planted trackers inside the crates containing the cobalt steel alloy exoskeleton, allowing them to pinpoint Fang Senyan’s approximate location. But the recent, brutal death of their comrade made them hesitant, or perhaps unwilling, to push forward rashly.

Fang Senyan boarded the elevator heading to the fifth floor; he had no intention of leaving the supermarket yet. More than half of the one-hour window had already elapsed. Even if every police officer in Los Angeles converged now to seal the building—this supermarket likely held thousands of people—it would still be enough time to hold out until his scheduled return to the Nightmare Space. Therefore, Fang Senyan’s focus remained on the prompt he received after killing that elite FBI agent.

"You have obtained Key (White) 1."

"You have killed Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite). Do you wish to spend 100 Universal Points to review their detailed profile?"

"Title: Friend of Sinners. Completion progress: 10/50."

It seemed the evaluation for the FBI Agent (Elite) was comparable to that of the Delta Force members; both equated to the strength of five LAPD officers. For Fang Senyan, there was absolutely no time to use that key now. What if the boxed enemy was summoned while the pursuers were right behind him? Would he run or stand his ground? Fang Senyan didn't believe he was strong enough to face those five relentless pursuers head-on (he was unaware that two had already stopped).

Regarding the second prompt, he paused for a moment before choosing to spend 100 Universal Points for the data—although the hour was mostly gone, one could never predict unforeseen complications. After all, knowing the enemy and knowing oneself guarantees victory. Regretting the loss of 100 Universal Points later because of a small oversight would be truly unforgivable.

After selecting to pay the hundred Universal Points, Fang Senyan received a series of detailed specifications.

Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent (Elite)

Basic Parameters Height: 170190 cm Weight: 7090 kg Strength: Not less than 8 points. Agility: Not less than 7 points. Intelligence: Not less than 7 points. Spirit: Not less than 5 points. Charisma: Not less than 5 points. Stamina: Not less than 6 points. Perception: Not less than 6 points.

All basic attributes will not exceed 10 points in any single category, and the cumulative total of all attribute points will not exceed 45 points.

Class Extra Talent Ability: Trained (Grants an additional 100 Health Points). All FBI agents undergo stringent screening and training; those achieving the 'Elite' rating possess an extra boost in Stamina.

Standard Issue Equipment: Glock 17 9mm Pistol. Manganese Carbon Steel Dagger. Ingram MAC-10 Submachine Gun (Requires prior application for carrying).

Standard Issue Armor: Kevlar Ceramic Fiber Bulletproof Vest.

Auxiliary Equipment (Chance to carry): Infrared Imager. Button Eavesdropping Device. Button Tracker. Signal Capture Device (Effective within three kilometers).

Mastery Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery. Light Firearm Mastery. Semi-Automatic Firearm Mastery. Vehicle Operation Mastery. Sniper Capability (Rare Mastery).

No single skill mastery will exceed LV4, and the cumulative level of any three skills will not exceed LV15. (For example, the previous 'bloated nose' Jess: Hand-to-Hand Combat LV2, Light Firearm Mastery LV3, Semi-Automatic Firearm Mastery LV2, Vehicle Operation Mastery LV4. No Elite agent will possess a skill at LV5.)

"No wonder," Fang Senyan muttered, shaking his head slightly. When fighting that agent with the bloated nose, he had already noticed the man’s exceptionally tough resistance to blows, almost comparable to some professional fighters. It turned out the 'Trained' ability was the culprit. If not for that final, brutal strike with the iron pipe, it might have been impossible to kill him.

At this moment, Fang Senyan stood on the supermarket’s third floor, leaning against a pillar plastered with a Madonna poster. Most of his body was concealed, only his face peeking down to observe the movements of the three pursuing FBI agents. He let out a shallow breath, suppressing the urge to attack them. A man must not attempt tasks beyond his current limits. Fang Senyan knew he would struggle to win against even two FBI agents simultaneously, let alone considering the fallout if Delta Force were alerted! Without further hesitation, he clutched the black briefcase and turned toward the densest part of the crowd.

But while Fang Senyan sought retreat, the three FBI agents might not let him go! For them, the situation was now entirely desperate. If they failed to capture Fang Senyan and instead lost another colleague, it was inevitable they would become the laughingstock of the entire system. Once the detector showed Fang Senyan's location, the three immediately split up and charged forward, doing something Fang Senyan hadn't anticipated!

They fired their weapons!

Under normal circumstances, the instant a gunshot rang out, a shopper's first reaction would be to drop, hands over their head, rather than fleeing wildly toward the exit. This invariably caused massive chaos, even leading to stampedes. For a fugitive, this chaos provided an easier escape route.

But for these enraged FBI agents, any potential stampede could be left for the LAPD to clean up. They could simply use the excuse: "Executing national security matters." Furthermore, their detectors allowed them to track Fang Senyan's general direction; as long as they sealed the supermarket exits, they weren't afraid of losing him. Although firing the weapons caused momentary pandemonium, it would result in a complete sweep in ten minutes, which was far preferable to searching fruitlessly in a vast crowd right now.

The sharp crack of gunfire echoed incessantly. Overhead, several fluorescent lights in the ceiling shattered, showering glittering fragments down. Cries and screams erupted everywhere; crowds surged toward the exits, and several people tripped and fell, only to be trampled under countless feet. Initially, there were struggles and shouts, but gradually, they grew still. Faced with this scene, the three FBI agents showed no emotion. They merely kept their hands near their sidearms, watching the aisles intently, while the third monitored the detector, keenly tracking Fang Senyan’s potential movements.

"He’s here!" Agent Sun Zhongwen, the Chinese-American holding the detector, suddenly called out softly, his voice laced with an indescribable venom. "He's approaching slowly; it looks like he means to charge straight through."

His two companions didn't reply, but a predatory look, like a hungry wolf in the snow spotting its prey, flashed in their eyes as they quietly disengaged the safeties on their weapons. These CIA personnel were highly capable, and their status within the country was currently at its zenith. This mission, six agents to capture one man, was supposed to be an easy task. Not only had they failed to capture the fugitive, but a colleague had died in the pursuit! If this news spread, the entire FBI would lose face, and those who participated in this operation would likely find their reputations ruined!

The only thing that could wash away such humiliation was the criminal's blood!

The indicator light on the detector flashed continuously, and the alert for the target's approach grew from intermittent to rapid! The three exchanged glances, a mixture of tension and anticipation surging through them. They fixed their gaze about ten meters ahead, where the flow of people was thinning out. There was a stumbling elderly woman in a headscarf, a man running with his head covered by a hooded sweatshirt looking around wildly, and a pale, shaking Black woman. As the crowd dispersed, they clearly saw the suspiciously moving man clutching a familiar black briefcase!

Although this man's attire didn't match the person they had been chasing earlier, there was no doubt: the three FBI agents simultaneously aimed their weapons at him and shouted fiercely:

"Hands up, against the wall, squat down!"

The man froze, stunned into immobility for a moment. The three FBI agents had no intention of taking him alive; they pulled the triggers. Seven or eight spurts of blood immediately stained the man’s body, and he staggered backward. Yet, beneath the pain, his face held an expression of innocent anger and confusion until he finally pitched backward onto the ground, dead.

"It... ended just like that?" Even the three FBI agents felt a moment of bewilderment. Just then, the "old woman" who had been approaching them suddenly sprang up, the sound of tearing fabric clearly audible. She ripped off the wig, flung her hand forward, and a cloud of grayish dust billowed toward the three FBI agents!

In reality, Fang Senyan’s disguise was clumsy—he had simply grabbed a wig and a faded floral dress worn by an old woman during the initial chaos. Any discerning eye would see through it with a quick glance. However, the three FBI agents’ focus had been almost entirely consumed by the black briefcase held by the man they just shot, causing them to suffer from tunnel vision and make a fatal error.

The man Fang Senyan had dragged out as a scapegoat was not there by coincidence; it was a deliberate setup. After entering the supermarket, he used the cover of the crowd to take the transparent box containing the cobalt steel alloy exoskeleton out of the black briefcase and place it into a more easily carried and inconspicuous travel backpack.

The discarded briefcase contained all of Fang Senyan’s cash—several thousand dollars, appearing as a thick wad—which Fang Senyan had deliberately left open, exposing the large sum in a conspicuous spot. Sooner or later, someone greedy would take the bait.

Unless someone was a habitual thief, anyone who took such an obvious prize would inevitably appear flustered and suspicious. Combined with the briefcase that was such an irritating object to the FBI, Fang Senyan was seven or eight tenths certain he could draw their attention. The fact that the person committing this act was a burly man of similar age to Fang Senyan himself was simply perfect synergy.

............... I will finish The Terminator today. By the way, everyone, check if you have any spare votes, and if so, cast them my way, hehe. (To be continued, please visit for the latest chapters:)