"Stop, don't even think about running!"
"I'm going to shoot!"
Completely unprepared for Vincent to run so swiftly and decisively, the two SWAT were a bit stunned. One of the SWAT, in a panic, didn't care if they were in a busy urban area and immediately aimed his gun at Vincent's back and pulled the trigger!
Bang!!
The gunshot sent the pedestrians near the street screaming.
"Huh?" Vincent turned his head while running, clearly seeing the bullet chasing him, and even the rotational grooves on the bullet's tip.
Despite living in the United States, a place where "gunfights happen every day," this was his first time witnessing a real bullet, and he hadn't expected it to be shot at him.
A normal person should turn pale at the sound of a gun. After all, even the weakest modern handgun can be fatal if it hits a vital part of the human body!
But at this moment, Vincent didn't feel a hint of fear.
Because, in his opinion, the bullet was simply too slow, too slow.
So slow that Vincent felt he could leave the bullet far behind if he just kept accelerating—so, quite naturally, Vincent, moving at high speed, made a slight sidestep, and the pursuing bullet passed through his disheveled silver hair in cooperation.
"Not good!"
Vincent had just easily dodged the bullet when his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of vehicles stopped at the intersection ahead, waiting. With only a momentary hesitation, Vincent lightning-fast extended his free left hand and actually caught the bullet that had passed him in his palm!
"What did he do?" "How is that possible?!"
The SWAT who witnessed this scene cried out in fear.
A slight pain and burning sensation came from his palm.
Vincent looked back at the SWAT, threw the bullet, now crushed into a metal button, to the ground, and turned around to leave again.
This time, the two SWAT didn't make any more sounds. They stood rooted to the spot like wooden stakes, holding their guns.
Just like Pandora's Box had been opened, tonight's encounter had not yet reached its end.
It was just the beginning.
Vincent turned at the street intersection and saw three Police cars roaring towards him on the road ahead, clearly coming for him.
Not only that, but sharp siren sounds also faintly echoed from the roads on both sides.
"I just want to go home, is that wrong? Also, is the efficiency this high?" Vincent's mouth twitched involuntarily. In movies and TV, don't robbers or crimes usually happen, and then the Police only rush in to clean up after everything is over?
How come when it's him, it's so fast?
This is unscientific!
"Never mind. In any case, I can't stay on the street in the busy area anymore." Vincent also didn't want to accidentally injure ordinary people. He looked around at the buildings along the road and quickly chose a relatively low four-story convenience store.
Vincent accelerated his run, pushed hard with his toes, and tried to jump onto the convenience store's rooftop.
But this time, compared to his previous excessive force.
Vincent's body suddenly experienced a moment of weakness, so he only leaped about six meters, and before he even got close to the building, he was about to fall naturally.
Below, was the Police motorcade rushing from various intersections.
"Damn it, don't mess with me!"
Vincent flailed his limbs in mid-air, feeling the familiar sensation of falling, watching the rooftop get further and further away.
Just then.
Whoosh!
From Vincent's left hand, which he had inadvertently swung forward, a golden rope appeared out of thin air, snaking like a dragon through the city sky. One end of the golden rope was firmly held in Vincent's hand, while the other end extended forward like a lasso, until it looped onto the lightning rod of the building ahead!
There was no time to figure out how this rope appeared. Vincent tugged with his left hand, and his body, which had been suspended in mid-air, leaped upwards again, flying onto the four-story building's rooftop beside the intersection.
"That was close."
Vincent, still shaken, retracted the golden rope, his gaze returning from the empty Police cars. He used the nearby tall building as a springboard to quickly escape the scene.
On the street below, five or six Police cars braked sharply, stopping at the spot where Vincent had jumped.
"Who exactly was that?"
A Police officer got out of the Police car's driver's seat, looked at the road with footprints crushed into it, and muttered in shock.
"Definitely not an ordinary person," another Police officer who got out of the car chimed in.
"Nonsense." Many Police officers were speechless. Catching bullets with bare hands, speeds over a hundred yards, jumping four stories high—if that's still an ordinary person, it's ridiculous!
"What should we do next?"
Just as the Police officers felt helpless, a wailing Police car finally arrived belatedly, stopping on the road with the other Police cars.
The car door opened, and Officer George got out decisively, looking at the group of Police officers and quickly asking, "Where did the target criminal run off to?"
"Reporting, Officer, the suspect flew... no, jumped away!" The Police officer on the scene saluted, pointing to the building more than ten meters high.
"???"
Officer George took five seconds to understand the meaning of this so-called 'jumped away.'
After a brief thought, Officer George said in a deep voice, "Immediately request helicopter support from the local Police. Such a dangerous unknown individual cannot be allowed to run rampant in this city!"
"Yes, Officer!"
...Vincent moved quickly across the densely packed high-rise buildings. Although he couldn't yet fully control his body's extraordinary physique, he was still getting somewhat familiar with it during his outdoor movements.
"So this is what flying feels like."
With the aid of the golden rope he held, Vincent was seen leaping back and forth between the rooftops of buildings ranging from a few to over a dozen stories high. When his strength was too much or too little, he would use the lasso to pull himself to another building, ensuring he wouldn't fall off the rooftop.
This golden rope, he didn't know what material it was made of, could stretch and retract at will, and could loop onto railings, eaves, hanging clothes, or any other object.
He was shocked to discover.
Even if it wasn't a tangible entity, but just a wisp of black smoke rising from a chimney, the golden rope could treat it as a solidified object to lasso and leverage!
Vincent even suspected that it could be used to lasso clouds, or even more profound things like so-called souls!
Of course, the premise was that the concept of a soul existed in this World.
"I should have shaken them off by now, right?" Vincent arrived at the top of a skyscraper, standing near the almost suspended railing, looking down at the vehicles and pedestrians like tiny black dots, still feeling a deep sense of trepidation.
"Time to head home."
Thinking this, Vincent leaped again, and while in the air, he tried to throw out the golden lasso to bridge the distance between himself and the building opposite. But it wasn't until he made the throwing motion with his left hand that he noticed the golden rope, which had appeared just in time to save him, had vanished into thin air again at some unknown point...
"No way, still playing with me?"
Vincent's heart gave a hard thump, and for the third time tonight, he experienced a prolonged sensation of falling.
Newton rejoiced!
Thus, the scene we first saw unfolded.
Vincent crashed diagonally onto the rooftop of the Five-Star Hotel. Seeing the Police helicopter pursuing him, he could only continue to flee using his unstable strength.
Ten minutes later.
Even Vincent himself didn't know how long he had been leaping across the high-rises, only that he was getting further and further away from his home's urban area.
Once again, he hid in the shadow of a high-rise building's water tower, watching the helicopter patrol in the wrong direction and fly away, until it completely disappeared from his sight.
Only then did Vincent let out a breath, the steam rising from his body enough to evaporate frost and snow, his eyes filled with fatigue.
"Now, I can finally go home, right?" he murmured softly.
It was like setting a flag.
No sooner had Vincent finished speaking than a figure appeared from nowhere, gracefully and lightly landing on the very top of the high-rise water tower!