Quickly choosing to claim the reward, he took a small plastic bottle out of his pocket. After hastily opening it and glancing inside, he saw there were roughly dozens of pills. His hands were a bit dirty and he couldn’t be bothered to count them, so he put the treasure away and continued on his way.

Walking and stopping intermittently, he kept searching for food. After eating until he was about eighty percent full, he sat on a park bench to rest. Brian Carter thought and thought, but still couldn’t figure out which story Grace Thompson was from. He could only shake his head regretfully. Although Xiaolongnü was beautiful enough, before crossing over, Brian Carter really hadn’t watched many of her stories.

“Maybe, if I can’t remember it with normal thinking, I’ll recall it after I take NZT-48.”

This miracle drug could make a person’s brain explode with power—not only learning things quickly, but also being able to pick up a foreign language in just two or three days. A low-level writer who couldn’t sell a single manuscript could instantly become a bestselling author after taking the pill.

Even if you’d never touched the stock market before, after casually studying for a week, you could make two million dollars in the market.

All the information and memories you’d ever received in your life could be easily retrieved from the depths of your mind.

After pondering for a while, he walked to a newsstand by the road and bought a stack of newspapers. He randomly picked a building, went up to the rooftop, and found a spot to rest.

Last night, because he was receiving all sorts of abilities and lightly trying out various powers and changes, he hadn’t slept well. Then he broke out of prison in the morning, so by now he was truly exhausted. Finding a hotel to stay in would make it easy to get caught, so this kind of rooftop was actually much more peaceful.

He slept soundly until two in the afternoon. After waking up and moving around a bit, Brian Carter energetically headed downstairs.

Having to go to jail right after inexplicably crossing over was a bit of a pitfall, but after successfully signing in several times and receiving more and more rewards, he was getting excited. The sign-in system was finally starting to be reliable, and he was beginning to look forward to the future.

But if he wanted a future, he had to deepen his understanding of this world.

Going downstairs and walking along the streets of Sham Shui Po, Brian Carter found an opportunity to buy sunglasses, a hat, and a fake mustache before he started seriously observing the world.

After a dozen minutes, seeing two uniformed patrol officers walking toward him, he managed to keep a straight face and steady breath, trying to pass by them like an ordinary pedestrian.

Passing right by them definitely wouldn’t work, but blending in with the crowd two or three meters away should make him inconspicuous, right? He’d thought about buying a mask before, but with such high temperatures at the end of May, wearing a mask would really draw too much attention.

Chapter 004: Handsome Guy, Don’t Be Hasty

As it turned out, Brian Carter had underestimated the police in this dimension. When he tried to act casual and walk forward, even with the sunglasses, hat, and fake mustache as a disguise, the middle-aged male officer among the two uniformed cops paused as his gaze swept over Brian Carter for the first time, then snapped his attention back to him.

“You, stop right there!”

A few steps away, he shouted at Brian Carter. Brian Carter pretended not to hear and kept walking. The middle-aged officer shouted again, “The young man up ahead in the blue shirt, about 1.85 meters tall, stop! Please submit to a police inspection!”

As he shouted, the young officer with him quickly put his hand on his waist and strode toward Brian Carter.

Some pedestrians on the street immediately... scattered in all directions.

Brian Carter was embarrassed.

He’d just had a nice nap and come down to observe the world, and now he was being stopped for questioning? What a pain.

He stopped walking and slowly turned around. The young officer who had come up to him barked, “Don’t resist. I need to check your ID. Also, please remove your hat and sunglasses.”

Hong Kong police have the right to check pedestrians’ IDs at any time, but they’re not usually this strict with ordinary citizens. The main reason was... a few days ago, there had been a violent jewelry store robbery in Sham Shui Po. Armed robbers and police had a shootout in the street. One robber was killed, and there were injured bystanders and police as well.

This was no small case.

Brian Carter, as the only “accomplice” of the robbers to be caught, wasn’t identified by any jewelry store staff as having participated in the robbery, because his height was greater than any of the robbers at the scene.

The stolen gun with his fingerprints on it hadn’t injured or killed anyone either; the previous owner had only fired blanks a few times.

But all things considered, Brian Carter was still sentenced to five years.

Yet, after spending just one night in Lai Chi Kok, he broke out of prison!

This was just too outrageous. It was a slap in the face to both the Hong Kong police and the prison system. So today, all over Hong Kong, there were cops checking cars along the roads, checking hotels and inns everywhere, and many police officers were even going to the leaders of major triad societies like Hung Hing, Tung Sing, and Wo Luen Shing, trying to dig out Brian Carter.

The entire Hong Kong police force couldn’t possibly focus on just him, but it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that nearly half the force knew about him and had seen his information.

Whenever they encountered someone suspicious, they checked IDs, and this was happening much more frequently than a few days ago.

At the young officer’s words, Brian Carter smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll take out my ID first, then remove my hat and sunglasses for you to check.”

He smiled gently, his expression cooperative. When the young officer in uniform relaxed a little, Brian Carter suddenly turned hostile. With one arm, he hooked the young officer’s neck, pulling him in front as a shield, while his other hand drew the officer’s .38 revolver, flicked off the safety, and pointed it at the middle-aged officer, saying, “Drop your gun!”

The young officer in his grasp tried to struggle, but Brian Carter tightened his arm, making the officer cry out in pain.