Screams tore through the streets of Washington.
The crowd went mad.
Watching Chen Lin casually crush the bones of two police officers, the pampered citizens utterly broke down in the face of violence beyond their comprehension.
They shoved and wailed, scattering like a pack of terrified stray dogs.
Chaos.
Utter chaos.
Sirens blared in the distance, flashing red and blue lights painting the street in bizarre colors.
Chen Lin stood in the middle of the road, his face expressionless.
His eyes, disguised as a vivid blue, held nothing but indifference.
He had no need to flee.
His figure flickered, leaving an afterimage behind.
A second later, he had slipped into a dark alley nearby.
The sour stench of rotting garbage filled the alley, and sewage flowed across the ground.
Chen Lin raised his hand, and the Storage Ring flashed faintly.
Clang!
The dull thud of something heavy hitting the ground made the pavement tremble.
Two steel beasts radiating the cold aura of death abruptly appeared in the narrow space.
An M134 Minigun.
This thing had a more resounding name-the Vulcan Cannon.
Six thick barrels clustered together, their dark muzzles aimed out of the alley, looking vicious enough to devour anyone in their path.
Beside it lay a Barrett M82A1 heavy sniper rifle.
There were also several heavy green ammunition boxes and a few long, gleaming brass ammunition belts.
A moment ago, he had been an unarmed tourist.
Now, he was a walking arsenal.
Screeech!
The piercing squeal of brakes erupted at the mouth of the alley.
Three police cars blocked the exit in a triangular formation.
Doors flew open, and seven or eight officers approached cautiously with riot shields and Glock pistols, their tactical boots crunching over gravel.
"You in the alley!"
The voice over the loudspeaker trembled noticeably, with