Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the distance, and Fang Chen felt a numbness in his chest, but it immediately disappeared as he activated the Starry Sky Flowing Cloud Technique.
Fang Chen flashed and disappeared into the crowd.
Seeing Fang Chen's departing figure.
K, his eyes grim, carefully put away the laser gun and turned to his old partner, saying, "This guy is incredibly fast. To deal with him, I specifically requested a tracking electromagnetic gun."
This electromagnetic gun can actively follow the target based on the electromagnetic waves of different organisms. Unexpectedly, his body was so strong that he was not afraid of the electromagnetic gun!
"Old partner, this person's danger level should be D!"
J's pupils contracted.
As a super-smoker, I am very clear about the Interstellar Alliance's system of classifying levels based on destructive power.
The levels are sss, ss, s, a, b, c, d, e, and f.
No matter how hard an ordinary person tries in their lifetime, they can never become an F-level.
Comparatively speaking, Class D can enter the atmosphere and go into space without relying on external forces such as spaceships, Class C can survive briefly in space, and Class A and Class B can even withstand advanced spaceships.
"We must capture him, otherwise, the consequences will be dire!" K said.
Fang Chen stood at a distance, looking at K and J with a gloomy expression.
......
Three hours later.
A federal prison at sea for detaining wandering aliens.
The entrance to a spacious prison cell.
Fang Chen's figure slowly appeared.
"one two three....."
There were four people in the cell, three of whom were doing push-ups, while one was counting them.
On the bunk bed next to it, there were several crumpled banknotes.
This banknote is different from the US dollar.
These four men were all muscular, burly types.
“Hmm, humans…” Fang Chen looked at the humans in the cell and shook his head. He was looking for aliens and, incidentally, robbing some federal currency.
The aliens were well hidden. With so many humans in the city, it was possible that aliens were mixed in among them. Fang Chen was too lazy to search for them one by one, so he immediately came to the prison where the aliens were being held.
Although the alien prison is a prison, the aliens inside are quite lenient.
Drinking, playing cards, fighting—it's all there.
Fang Chen planned to rob someone to get some Federal Currency to line his pockets first.
He's so poor now that all he has left is gold.
But you can't buy those high-tech weapons with gold.
Since they're all criminals anyway, robbing them means I won't feel guilty.
Fang Chen slowly took out the glasses he had obtained from the four detectives and looked at the four people in the cell.
A strange red light flashed.
Four English letters appeared above.
Tom, Singleton, Rhys, and Bell—these are the names of four people, and all four of them are aliens.
"You didn't get the wrong one."
Fang Chen smiled, reached out and pressed on the cell door, and with a slight release of his inner energy, the door suddenly opened.
Who are you?
"Don't you know any better? Coming in without saying hello? You deserve a beating!?"
"You interrupted my bet, pay me back!"
"......"
Upon seeing Fang Chen enter, the three men who were doing push-ups stopped and glared at him menacingly.
How will you compensate me?
Fang Chen walked slowly into the cell, sat down on the only chair, and spoke unhurriedly.
It felt like coming home.
There's plenty of time.
Before he arrived, he had already destroyed the security cameras here, preventing the SWAT officers in black from accessing the area.
"Damn it, he's pretty arrogant. Brothers, beat him up!" A burly man at the head of the group clenched his fists and walked towards Fang Chen. The other three, hearing this, also surrounded him.
"Bang!"
Bang!