Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Lu Jingyan's words, "Cuff them all," had just landed.

Several SWAT officers gripped their riot shields tightly, their leather boots stomping through the mud as they advanced. The metal handcuffs hanging from their belts clattered together with a crisp sound.

Red Hair knelt on the ground, his legs as weak as mushy noodles, unable to get up at all.

Just then, a loud, grating noise of metal clashing suddenly came from the back of the bread truck that was still running.

"Cops are nothing! All of you, get over here and put them on!"

A fat man wearing a floral shirt stumbled and tumbled out of the back door of the car.

He was a minor leader. He had just been hiding in the car when he sensed something was wrong, so he pulled out the black leather suitcase from under the passenger seat.

The lid of the box was lifted. Five or six pairs of bulky metal shoes rolled out.

A piece of cheap, grayish-white crystal was embedded in the sole, and the wiring was rough. Right now, it was hissing and emitting blue sparks due to poor contact.

When Red Hair saw this thing, it was like grasping at a straw.

He scrambled over, grabbed a pair, and tried to slip them on. His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't get the metal buckles on the side of the shoes to go in.

"B-Big brother, can this thing really fly?" Red Hair stammered, his teeth chattering.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

The fat man slapped the red-haired man on the back of the head, making him stagger.

"These are anti-gravity shoes I bought from Night Owl at great expense! Quickly press that red bump on the right!"

The fat man stepped in first, his heel slamming hard against the ground.

"Buzz—"

A piercing, high-frequency buzzing sound instantly tore through the wind on the construction site.

Two streams of murky, hot blue air gushed out from the soles of the shoes. The mud and yellow soil on the ground were violently blasted up by the air blasts, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

The strong smell of cheap engine exhaust made people cough.

The fat man's body was suddenly pulled upwards.

He was like a deflated hot air balloon, swaying and soaring five or six meters into the air.

Red Hair and his henchmen followed suit and pressed the switch. The group of men rose into the air, wobbling and staggering.

Although they flew erratically, like headless flies, they did manage to escape the encirclement of the ground SWAT team.

"Hahaha! Arrest me?"

The fat man was hanging at about the same height as the telephone pole. He spat down a mouthful of saliva mixed with dirt.

The fat on his face trembled violently with arrogance.

"A bunch of country bumpkins who can only crawl in the mud! This is alien high-dimensional technology! I'm going to go drink champagne now, you guys can stay down here and eat dust!"

The SWAT officers below raised their guns but dared not fire indiscriminately. The view above was towards the residential area, and stray bullets could easily cause friendly fire.

Ye Xiu stood by the muddy puddle.

He clutched the model worker award certificate in his arms, staring intently at the dark figures in the sky. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

These bastards who smashed their own chicken legs, how come they can still fly?

Lu Jingyan stood still, without even raising his head.

He pulled out a half-pack of wet wipes from his pocket, took one out, and slowly wiped away a bit of dust that had been blown off the back of his hand by the wind.

"Tiezhu." Lu Jingyan crumpled the dirty tissue into a ball. "Don't hit him on the head. If he gets brain damage, he won't be able to give a statement when we get back."

Zhao Tiezhu had been waiting for this for a long time.

He spat the tasteless Wrigley's gum he was chewing into his palm and stuffed it haphazardly into his pocket.

He slammed one foot heavily onto the front bumper of the SUV.

The leg muscles suddenly exerted force.

With a loud crash, a burly man weighing over 200 pounds leaped onto the roof of the bulletproof vehicle. The vehicle's exterior was slightly dented by his weight.

"Don't worry, Chief! I'm watching their backsides!"

Zhao Tiezhu yanked the roughly-shaped weapon off his broad back.

The gun barrel was thicker than an adult's forearm. Its surface was wrapped with densely packed copper wires, giving it a violent aesthetic.

This is an electromagnetic restraint net gun that Su Xiaoxiao modified from alien waste.

Zhao Tiezhu pressed the butt of his rifle firmly against his right shoulder.

"Fuck your champagne," he cursed.

His rough thumb pried open the safety catch. His index finger exerted force, and he pulled the trigger hard.

A dull, mechanical whirring sound came from the roof of the vehicle.

A blinding blue light exploded from the wide barrel. The recoil lurched the gun backward.

Zhao Tiezhu's thigh muscles taut. His heavy military boots slid back half an inch on the roof of the vehicle, leaving a black scratch.

A large blue energy net carrying high-voltage static electricity shot straight into the air with a tearing sound.

The air was instantly filled with the smell of ozone, like burning hair.

midair.

The fat man's maniacal laughter hadn't even subsided yet.

The blue electric net suddenly opened in the air, like a giant inverted funnel, precisely trapping Fatty and Red Hair and their companions inside.

With a "sizzle," a high-voltage microcurrent surged through their bodies along the network cable.

The smugglers bought those defective anti-gravity shoes, which were actually poorly assembled parts.

Upon contact with this powerful electromagnetic pulse, the crystal in the sole of the shoe short-circuited and burned out, releasing a large cloud of choking black smoke.

The anti-gravity engine crashed instantly.

The gushing blue airflow disappeared in an instant.

The fat man suddenly felt his feet sink into the ground. The feeling of weightlessness, the loss of support, made his stomach acid rise to his throat.

"Help, help me! Help me!"

Several people were like ducks tied with stones, falling straight down from a height of two stories.

All I could hear was the whistling of the wind.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several muffled thuds that made your teeth ache.

A body weighing several hundred pounds slammed heavily into a pile of coarse sand used for mixing cement next to the construction site. The dust kicked up was as high as a three-story building.

The fat man was half-upside down in the sand.

The coarse yellow sand seeped down his collar and into his neck, chafing his skin painfully. His nostrils and mouth were completely filled with sand, causing him to cough repeatedly and tears to stream down his face.

The residual electricity from the electromagnetic mesh was still circulating on his body.

The electric shock caused his muscles to spasm and twitch uncontrollably. His legs kicked wildly in the sand, like a large green worm sprinkled with salt.

Red Hair fell onto the broken wooden plank next to him, clutching his thigh and groaning, too weak to even get up.

The special police officers quickly surrounded them, dragged the smugglers, who were covered in sand, out of the net, and handcuffed them behind their backs while pinning them to the ground.

Ye Xiu stood not far away, watching, and let out a heavy sigh. The anger in his heart subsided a little.

Zhao Tiezhu stood on the roof of the car and pressed the muzzle of his gun down.

A wisp of white smoke rose from the gap in the gun barrel, quickly dissipating in the evening breeze.

Zhao Tiezhu blew away the white smoke from the muzzle of his gun, looked at the prisoner twitching on the ground like a green worm, and spat on the ground: "Flying around recklessly in the skies above Jinghai City, did you guys consult the air traffic control bureau and the traffic law?"