I awakened to be a menace at the start of the game, and my parents sent me to the cherry blossom vie

Standing on the streets of Shibuya,

Lin Fan's feelings were extremely complicated.

I never imagined that these scoundrels would be so heartless as to turn against their own people for the sake of this "international friend"!

A night wind blew by, carrying with it the acrid smell of burning rubber.

Not far from him was that silver GTR!

However, at this moment, the sports car belching thick black smoke was completely totaled!

Even the driver in the car has already sent it!

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and looked at the top of the building in the distance. Although he couldn't see it, he inexplicably felt that several pairs of eyes were staring intently at him.

Are you just bored?

When did it become so hard to die in this world?

The agents and plainclothes officers around them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the crisis was over.

For a moment just now, they almost thought they were going to be buried with them.

Thankfully, my teammates in the shadows were a great help!

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin!"

The burly agent who had been leading the group earlier no longer bothered with pretense. He wiped the cold sweat from his face and cautiously approached, a smile more painful than a grimace plastered on his face.

"You must have been frightened. That was really dangerous. How about we go somewhere else? It's windy here, and you might catch a cold."

I catch colds very easily.

Lin Fan glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything.

Since a direct confrontation with a staged accident doesn't work, the only option left is to resort to drastic measures.

Without hesitation, he followed the example of his West Coast friends, reaching behind his hoodie and pulling out the handgun he had previously taken from the emergency room.

wow-

The surrounding agents instantly became like frightened birds, and they all took three steps back in unison!

"Lin, Lin-san... don't be impulsive!"

The burly special agent's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his hands gesturing as he pressed down, his voice trembling:

"Be careful of accidental discharge! Be extremely careful of accidental discharge! That's very dangerous!"

"hold head high!"

Lin Fan nodded and flicked his wrist.

Click.

Loading.

Then, to everyone's utter horror, he pressed the gun to his temple.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire Shibuya intersection seemed to have been put on pause.

Passersby who were initially watching and taking pictures from a distance were so shocked by what they saw that their screams were cut short before they could even escape their throats.

What the hell!

Does it have to be this terrifying?

Is this a movie shoot?

But aren't all the police and gangster movies about pointing guns at hostages?

What's going on with this young man pointing a gun at himself?

"Lin Sang, no! Please don't!"

The burly special agent's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down before Lin Fan.

"Let's talk this out! Mr. Lin! Let's talk this out! Please don't act impulsively!"

"As long as you put down your gun, we'll agree to any conditions!"

"Huh? Really?"

Lin Fan tilted his head, the gun barrel leaving a small dent on his forehead, looking completely unconcerned.

"I want to die, can you allow that?"

The burly man: "..."

Look at this, is this even human language?

How the hell can I agree to that?!

If your death didn't trigger a disaster, we probably wouldn't even need you; we would have killed you already!

"It seems that's not possible."

Lin Fan sighed and pressed his index finger slightly harder on the trigger.

"Then I'll have to do it myself."

"Yamete!!!"

Just then, a piercing scream came from behind.

The crowd parted automatically, and a middle-aged man in a senior police superintendent's uniform tumbled and crawled in.

Chief of the Shibuya Police Station, Masayoshi Sato.

Right now, Brother Justice is anything but righteous; his face is covered in cold sweat, and his hat is askew.

"Mr. Lin! Spare his life... no, spare his life with your gun!"

There's an old Chinese saying that goes something like this.

"It's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious death!"

Sato rushed to a point five meters away from Lin Fan, abruptly stopped the car, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I am Masayoshi Sato, the chief of the Shibuya Police Station!"

I'll take responsibility for everything here!

Please feel free to make any requests you may have!

Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot!

He had received a death order before he arrived.

They must spare no effort to ensure Lin Fan's survival and delay the inevitable as much as possible.

If Lin Fan dies in his jurisdiction, he should commit suicide!

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow as he looked at the panting, overweight policeman in front of him.

These young people, one by one, all hope that he will be well.

Something's not right, something's definitely not right!

He wasn't in a hurry to die, so he decided to play along with the other party.

"A request..."

He maintained the position with the gun pointed at his head, reached into his pocket with his other hand, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

"I was trying to borrow a light, but I was interrupted."

Lin Fan's speech was slurred, and the cigarette holder moved up and down with his lips.

"Now, I want to smoke."

Borrowing fire?

That's it?

Sato was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

Unless you're looking to die, don't even mention borrowing a light, let alone his wife... cough cough, that won't do.

"Fire! I have fire!"

Sato frantically searched his pockets and finally managed to pull out a gleaming gold Zippo lighter from his inner pocket.

This was a wedding anniversary gift from his wife, and he treasures it dearly.

"For...for you!"

Sato was about to throw the lighter over.

"No need to throw it away."

Lin Fan raised his chin, his eyes playful. "Come here and light it for me."

Sato froze.

How could a high-ranking police inspector let a terrorist light a cigarette in front of so many of his subordinates and onlookers?

If word gets out, will he still be able to work?

Where does the Japanese police put their face?

"What? You don't want to?"

Lin Fan tightened his grip on the trigger again, as if to pull it.

"Forget it, I'd rather die. Dead people don't need to smoke."

"No! No, no! I'll order! I'll order!"

Sato instantly broke down. What dignity, what face? They were all worthless in the face of his official hat and his life!

He gritted his teeth and slowly moved towards Lin Fan.

Looking closely at the dark muzzle of the gun, Sato felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"bite."

A crisp metallic sound rang out.

Flames shot out.

Sato's hands were shaking like someone with late-stage Parkinson's disease.

Lin Fan wasn't in a hurry; he just watched him quietly.

at last.

Nourishes—

The cigarette butt was lit, and a wisp of smoke rose into the air.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, and the nicotine filled his lungs, calming his somewhat agitated emotions a little.

"call……"

A thick cloud of smoke was blown directly onto Sato's ashen face.

"Thanks, Fatty."

Lin Fan reached out and patted Sato's stiff shoulder, speaking in a tone befitting a leader inspecting work:

"The service was good. If we're destined to meet again, I might spare your life."

Sato: "..."

What does that mean?

Does this guy want to die?

Really.

If looks could kill, Lin Fan would have been torn to pieces by now.

The world is so beautiful, why die?

"Please, please don't! I... I'm retiring in just one month!"

Click, click, click—

However, compared to Sato's mournful face, flashbulbs were going off wildly around the intersection.

Passersby holding up their phones—this scene is far more thrilling than any Hollywood blockbuster or a dying country movie!

#Shocking! The most amazing pedestrian has appeared on the streets of Shibuya!#

#A police superintendent humbly lighting a cigarette: Is it a sign of distorted humanity or moral decay?#

#This man pointing a gun at himself is so cool!#

The topic exploded on Twitter.

Lin Fan didn't care at all.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and the gun still in his hand. He just strolled around the intersection with an air of nonchalance.

This look is almost like that of a patient who just escaped from a research center for abnormal humans.

"This red light is too bright, I don't like it."

Lin Fan pointed to the traffic lights at the intersection and said.

Sato immediately roared into the walkie-talkie:

"Traffic Department! Turn off all the traffic lights right now! Turn them all green! Quickly!"

next second.

All the traffic lights at the Shibuya intersection turned green.

"This trash can is blocking the way, it's annoying to look at."

Lin Fan kicked over a roadside recycling bin.

"Move out! Move out immediately!"

Without saying a word, several special police officers rushed up, picked up the trash cans, and ran away, their movements even faster than disaster relief.

"Oops, my shoelace is untied."

Lin Fan stopped in his tracks.

Before he could even bend down, two plainclothes officers slid over to his knees, one on each side, and professionally tied his shoelaces, even giving them a neat bow.

Lin Fan: "..."

This service is so good, even Haidilao would be moved to tears.

They really treat him like God!

At this moment, he felt incredibly good!

If he were to wave his gun even slightly, the surrounding police officers would be so frightened that they would all prepare for cardiac arrest.

If it weren't for the circumstances, he would have loved to video call his father at home!

Of course, he knew in his heart that this was just a facade.

If it weren't for his lack of talent, these people would probably have riddled him with bullets in no time.

At the same time, he was also aware that while these people might not dare to kill him, it didn't mean they would let him continue causing trouble.

He had already guessed that the group was stalling for time.

But isn't he the same?

He was also waiting for more Japanese government officials to gather, preferably more Awakened Ones.

That way, his death wouldn't have been in vain!

Rumbling--

suddenly,

A tremendous roar of propellers came from overhead.

Following closely behind were four helicopters that flew low from four directions, their huge searchlight beams instantly illuminating the area where Lin Fan was located as bright as day.

The strong wind whipped up the trash and dust on the ground, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"Do it!!"

At the same time, a sharp shout came through Sato Masayoshi's earpiece.

In an instant, his humility vanished, replaced by ferocity and ecstasy.

He suddenly fell backward and rolled behind a police car.

at the same time.

Four huge metal canisters were simultaneously launched from beneath the four helicopters.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The tank exploded in mid-air.

There was no fire.

Instead, a huge metal net, crackling with blue electric arcs, covered everything!

Holy crap—

It's a riot control weapon?

Lin Fan, who was below, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the electric grid descending from the sky.

I never expected that these scoundrels would use this thing to catch me.

He had assumed the other party would use something like anesthesia.

Who would have thought it would be done with electricity...

If this thing were to land on you, the instantaneous electric current would probably paralyze you, right?

Even if he had a gun, he probably wouldn't have the strength to pull the trigger!

however,

Just as the crowd around them saw the electric net about to fall on Lin Fan, they saw the young man smile.

"Sa, Yu, Na, La".

Without any hesitation, Lin Fan decisively pulled the trigger.

boom!