America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"boom--"

A tremendous metallic clang echoed through the night sky.

The Chevrolet, equipped with a heavy-duty anti-collision beam, sent the police car flying more than two meters away, forcefully tearing through the blockade.

"We are being hit, requesting backup!"

The panicked shouts of the police mingled with the sound of shattering glass.

"Let's go now!"

Sean roared into the phone, and Chen Ming simultaneously slammed his right foot on the gas pedal.

"hold head high--"

Although it was an old food truck, the V8 engine still unleashed its full potential under Chen Ming's aggressive driving.

The food truck wobbled and lurched through the gap, even chipping off half of its right-side rearview mirror along the way, and sped out of the underground parking garage, leaving a trail of sparks.

"Very good, now split up and run!"

After exiting the garage, there is a crossroads ahead.

Sean executed a beautiful drift, veering to the left onto the road leading to the industrial area, while Chen Ming sharply turned the steering wheel, swerving the food truck into a narrow alleyway filled with trash cans on the right.

"Attention! The suspect vehicles are fleeing in different directions! A black car is heading west, and another... a food truck?!"

The police car, whose bumper had been knocked askew, struggled to turn around and continue the pursuit, focusing its primary target on Chen Ming, who was clearly easier to catch.

This is a big problem.

Chen Ming glanced at the rearview mirror—this food truck was too conspicuous, and its speed couldn't possibly outrun the police Ford.

Even if he wasn't caught immediately because of the complex terrain of the old town, he would still be trapped as soon as the police helicopter arrived.

We need to find a place to change vehicles, or...

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Ming noticed a subway construction site not far ahead, with a sign on the fence that read "Road Closed Ahead".

A crazy idea flashed through his mind.

"Since there's no way out..."

Chen Ming suddenly pulled up the handbrake and turned the steering wheel all the way to the left.

"I'll take the tunnel!"

The food truck performed a daring drift on the road, crashed through the construction site's metal fence, and plunged directly into the tunnel where the tracks had not yet been laid!

"Hold on tight, friends..."

Chen Ming's adrenaline surged, and his inherent wildness began to emerge with the speed of the car—he even had the mood to joke with the "passengers" who were being tossed and turned by the bumps in the back.

Two police cars followed suit, speeding in.

"What a madman... Why risk his life for a few thousand dollars a month?" Chen Ming muttered upon seeing this, then began to observe the area ahead.

The good news is that the passageway was filled with all sorts of haphazardly piled-up building materials, had no electricity, and had very low visibility.

This means that both the police car and Chen Ming's food truck need to constantly change lanes to avoid obstacles, greatly wiping out the speed difference between them. Chen Ming's reaction speed is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he can make extremely tight turns every time.

The information was that if Chen Ming couldn't quickly shake off the police, they could call on their teammates to set up checkpoints at each exit, and ultimately Chen Ming would still be unable to escape.

Chen Ming began to think of a solution.

It's impossible to blow up a police car with speed, even if Takumi Fujiwara did it—the performance gap cannot be bridged by technology.

We still have to make use of the environment.

"The opportunity has arrived."

Soon, Chen Ming noticed a pile of lime powder fifty meters ahead, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"Thank you for your hard work on duty... Here's an extra meal for you."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned the steering wheel all the way to the left, then quickly straightened it and pulled the handbrake sharply to the right—a classic "pendulum drift".

White dust immediately filled the air, forming a "smoke wall" in the narrow tunnel.

At the same time, Chen Ming turned off all the car lights.

Darkness descends.

The food cart silently slid into the blind spot on the side of the tunnel.

The next second, two police cars rushed into the smoke.

"Cough cough... Damn it, where is he? I can't see the road!"

Shouts came from the police channel.

The first police car, by a stroke of luck and momentum, sped past Chen Ming by two meters and continued into the depths of the tunnel.

But the second one wasn't so lucky.

The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes and swerved sharply the moment he lost sight of the vehicle, causing the wheels to skid on the wet surface...

The car quickly went out of control and began to spin.

"boom--"

A loud bang.

The police car crashed heavily into a pile of rusty steel bars and scaffolding, coming to a stop in the middle of the tunnel with a loud crash, billowing white smoke from the hood, breaking down and blocking the road.

Seeing the chaotic scene ahead, Chen Ming rekindled the fire in the darkness.

"Sorry, officers, this store is closed."

The food truck nimbly turned around and drove away, while the two police cars could only watch helplessly from the other side.

After shaking off the police car, Chen Ming drove the food truck into an inconspicuous abandoned warehouse in Burbank, following the coordinates sent by Sean.

This used to be a soundstage for a B-movie film crew, filled with moldy mannequins and foam Roman columns.

After parking the car at the deepest part of the kitchen, Chen Ming skillfully performed a simple treatment on the four "passengers" on the kitchen floor to ensure they would not resist or move around again.

After doing everything, he changed into the casual clothes he had prepared and disappeared into the night.

……

Noon the next day.

The California sun shone brightly through Sean's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but it couldn't dispel the gloom on Chen Ming's face.

"Let's have some blueberry and kale juice. It's good for antioxidants and beneficial for skin after staying up late."

Wearing a silk morning robe, Sean, looking refreshed, pushed a glass of green liquid in front of Chen Ming.

"To be honest, junior brother, your performance last night was... truly amazing."

"He took down three armed thugs with his bare hands, and then made a perfect escape from the two police cars by taking advantage of the environment—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you were filming 'Fast & Furious 10'."

"Your adaptability and combat skills are even better than some of the former Navy SEALs I know... Don't tell me you learned that in medical school."

"I need to practice more in order to deal with medical disputes."

Chen Ming did not touch the fruit and vegetable juice that looked like vomit.

"All I want to know now is why there are police there."

"Scarface and his gang would never call the police themselves, and Professor Evans would never deliberately make a scene... That underground parking garage is a perfectly secluded location; unless someone reports it, the police cars will never drive there."

Chen Ming tapped his fingers on the marble countertop, his eyes fixed sharply on Sean.

"This can only mean one thing—someone betrayed us."

"Don't look at me like that. If I had called the police, I wouldn't be here offering you juice right now," Sean shrugged.

"Last night I contacted an old friend who works as a dispatcher at the police station—she owes me a favor because I helped her with an abortion and treated her stretch marks, so she checked my dispatch records for me."

Sean took a note out of his pocket and handed it to Chen Ming.

"At 8:42 p.m. last night, which was ten minutes after we arrived at the garage, the 911 command center received an anonymous tip-off call."