America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

The bodyguard, like an enraged grizzly bear, reached out to grab Michelle.

Michelle was, after all, just a reporter who was used to working behind the scenes. Faced with such a scene, she subconsciously took a few steps back, twisted her high heels, and almost fell.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Ming's eyes.

With his skills, he could crush the throat of the bodyguard in front of him or snatch the baton from his waist in less than a second...

But he held back.

Chen Ming's current persona is that of an unlucky international student who is powerless and cannot display too much strength.

"Walk!"

Chen Ming grabbed Michelle's wrist and forcefully pulled her into the depths of the alley.

"Stop!" The bodyguards chased after them relentlessly, followed by several more security guards from the bar.

"It sounds like your place has turned into a Hollywood action movie set..."

Sofia's mischievous voice came through the headphones.

"The script for your hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress moment has already been written. Good luck!"

Chen Ming wished he could pry the earphones out and throw them down the drain, but he didn't have the time right now.

But just as he was pulling Michelle into another alley, a mission panel suddenly popped up in front of him.

[Triggered Mission: Escape from Death]

Escort Michelle White to safety and ensure the photos in the camera are not destroyed. (Attribute Points +3, Skill Points +1)

Three attribute points, plus one skill point?

As Chen Ming ran, his pupils contracted. Instead of feeling any joy, his heart sank – based on experience, such a generous reward often meant that he would face potentially fatal danger.

A few nightclub security guards or celebrity bodyguards are definitely not worthy of this level of reward; there will definitely be other troubles later...

Chen Ming subconsciously reached down to touch his lower back.

Flat.

To better portray a naive and impoverished student, and also to perfectly pull off the figure-hugging shirt, he left his Glock in the bedside table of his apartment tonight, without even bringing a folding knife with him.

"Damn it..." Chen Ming cursed through gritted teeth.

"What did you say?" Michelle gasped for breath as he dragged her along.

"I told you we're in big trouble."

Chen Ming didn't offer any further explanation, but glanced back at the scene.

Several beams of flashlight beams were already sweeping out from the alley entrance. In addition to the footsteps, walkie-talkies could be heard calling out, indicating that the other side was not only chasing but also calling for reinforcements to encircle them.

Security at a typical bar shouldn't be this level.

As Chen Ming ran, he scanned his surroundings for an escape route.

His gaze finally settled on the left front, where a concrete wall more than two meters high blocked the back alley between two old red brick buildings.

For a normal person, it would be unlikely to scale a two-meter-high wall with no climbing points, but with his explosive power and jumping ability, it was no obstacle at all.

The only problem was that he was accompanied by a woman wearing a tight-fitting sundress and high heels.

"Over here!"

Chen Ming forcefully pulled Michelle to the base of the wall.

"Are you crazy? This is a dead end!" Michelle gasped, leaning against the wall and looking back at the approaching bright light.

"We'll be trapped here!"

"Take off your shoes and step on me."

Chen Ming turned around and leaned against the wall, assuming a stepping stance.

"Step on me to flip over!"

Michelle glanced down at her expensive red-soled high heels, then at the two-meter-high wall, and looked troubled.

"I should have known better than to wear a skirt today..."

She muttered a curse under her breath, then decisively kicked off her two high heels and stepped barefoot on Chen Ming.

"They're here!"

Chen Ming gave a low shout.

As Chen Ming exerted his strength, Michelle took advantage of the momentum and leaped up, somewhat awkwardly.

"Give me your hand!" Michelle leaned over the wall but didn't come down. Instead, she reached out to help Chen Ming, but several dark figures with flashlights had already appeared at the alley entrance.

"They're inside!" a loud shout came from behind.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ming immediately leaped into the air, grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands, and performed a clean pull-up over the wall, landing smoothly as if he were climbing over a fence.

Chen Ming had landed safely, while Michelle was still perched on the wall, staring at him in astonishment.

A hapless Asian student who claimed to need protection jumped over a two-meter-high wall without any running start, his movements more agile than those of action movie stars…

Could he be a master of the legendary kung fu?

"Stop standing there, jump down!"

Michelle snapped out of her daze, grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands and jumped down, but her skirt got caught.

"Sizzle—"

With the sound of tearing fabric, Michelle instantly lost her balance and fell sideways with a scream.

Fortunately, Chen Ming reacted quickly, taking half a step forward and precisely catching Michelle in his arms.

The weight of nearly 100 pounds, plus the impact of the fall, didn't even make him move his feet an inch; it was as easy as catching an apple falling from a tree.

Michelle, still shaken, instinctively wrapped her arms around Chen Ming's neck.

The distance between the two instantly closed, causing Michelle to swallow hard, while Chen Ming, to avoid making eye contact and causing embarrassment, had no choice but to look down.

It was purely out of politeness; there was no other intention.

"So... this is also a required course for you?"

Michelle's heart was pounding.

"When people are in danger, their adrenaline surges," Chen Ming said nonchalantly. Then, considering that Michelle was now without shoes, he simply carried her and started running.

Behind the wall was a large auto repair shop, with oil stains and scattered old tires on the ground.

The two had just passed a row of wrecked Ford pickup trucks and hadn't even seen the exit when they heard footsteps and saw beams of flashlights flailing wildly ahead.

"Stop the roads, search every corner! Don't let that bitch with the camera get away!"

The rough male voice was mixed with a heavy Latin American accent.

Chen Ming suddenly stopped and pressed Michelle down behind a wrecked bread truck with its chassis hollowed out.

Including the security guards and bodyguards they just evaded by climbing over the wall, there are definitely more than ten people blocking their way now, and judging from the noise, there are others flanking them from other places.

Something is very wrong.

Even the most dedicated security personnel in Los Angeles would never brazenly conduct such a raid on the street. These people in front of us are carrying baseball bats and water pipes; they don't look like they belong to a legitimate security company at all...

With such a display of force, it's no wonder the mission system offers generous rewards.

"Who exactly are you investigating?" Chen Ming asked in a low voice, staring at Michelle.

"A dozen armed thugs surrounded us... You can't hire these people for a regular Hollywood actor."

Michelle squatted barefoot on the oil-stained cement floor, her sequined dress torn in a large tear, looking both disheveled and alluring.

"It was an accident..." She smoothed her messy blonde hair, her eyes darting away.