Don’t forget, he was already a young man over 1.8 meters tall, and his physique and stamina had been doubled thanks to the sign-in reward. When it came to strength and speed, it was double!

The young man in military uniform he was holding hostage was just over 1.7 meters tall—completely different weight classes.

As the middle-aged policeman’s face changed dramatically, Brian Carter decisively aimed the .38 at the young policeman’s temple. “Drop your gun!”

He didn’t know how to handle a gun—he’d only played with one once during military training—but to fire, you just needed to take off the safety, and with the muzzle pressed to someone’s temple, even if you didn’t know how to use it, you could still kill someone.

Of course, he had no intention of killing a cop—he was just threatening them.

After the middle-aged policeman helplessly drew his gun and threw it to the ground, Brian Carter took two steps forward with his gun, picked up the other gun so he had one in each hand, then punched each of them once, snatched their communicators, and turned to run. After sprinting dozens of meters, he looked back and saw the two policemen getting up and looking his way, so he laughed loudly and tossed both .38s toward a shop by the roadside.

The purpose of throwing away the guns was obvious: if all the police in the city thought he was armed and on the run, the next time someone encountered him, he might be staring down several gun barrels, and they could open fire at any moment.

By discarding the police guns, he would lower the police’s assessment of his threat level.

His doubled physique and stamina also included speed. In a light and nimble state, he dashed into the crowd, while the two policemen, pale-faced, went to look for their guns.

Once he rushed into a roadside shop, as the young policeman frantically searched for the gun, the middle-aged officer grabbed a public phone and started dialing. “Calling headquarters, this is a uniformed officer... a dangerous criminal, Brian Carter, has been spotted near Jinhai Building on Haitan Street...”

……

Sham Shui Po Intelligence Police Station.

Senior Inspector Scott Miller, head of the Major Crimes Unit, was just about to lead his team—David Thompson, Paul Harris, Gunmaster, and a few others—to check vehicles around Cheung Sha Wan Road and Nam Cheong Street, when he heard an order come through his shoulder communicator. Scott Miller immediately waved his hand. “Quick, there’s news about Brian Carter. He’s still in Sham Shui Po, right near Jinhai Building. Move!”

Both his words emphasized speed.

David Thompson and the others got in the car as fast as possible and sped toward Haitan Street. Watching the street scenes fly by, the somewhat laid-back Sergeant David Thompson grinned and said, “Boss, why does this whole thing feel so ridiculous to me?”

“Before Brian Carter was sentenced, he kept shouting he was innocent, that he was only an illegal immigrant and hadn’t participated in the robbery. Someone from headquarters set him up...”

“In the blink of an eye, after just one night, he escapes from prison, grabs a cop’s gun, and instead of going on the run with it, he throws it away?”

David Thompson might act casual and unserious, but he was a good cop.

The security level at Lai Chi Kok Detention Centre wasn’t as high as Stanley, but it was still highly secure. There had never been a case of a prisoner escaping after just one night.

But Brian Carter’s case wasn’t handled by their Sham Shui Po Intelligence Police Station, but by the Sham Shui Po Major Crimes Unit.

Just a one-character difference in the name, but a big difference in function.

West Kowloon Headquarters oversaw Sham Shui Po, Mong Kok, Yau Tsim, and Kowloon City districts.

Under Sham Shui Po’s jurisdiction were the Sham Shui Po Intelligence, Cheung Sha Wan, and Shek Kip Mei divisions.

As David Thompson spoke, Paul Harris and Gunmaster seemed thoughtful, but Scott Miller’s expression didn’t change. “No matter if he was wronged before, now that he’s escaped and assaulted police, that’s a hundred percent fact. Assaulting a police officer alone is enough for at least a few months in jail.”

David Thompson rolled his eyes hard. If he hadn’t been wronged, if he hadn’t been sentenced and imprisoned for nothing, who would bother escaping?

But at this moment, he was truly curious about Brian Carter. Just for breaking out after one day, this guy was a real talent.

Going up against someone like that would definitely be interesting.

……

By the time Scott Miller, David Thompson, and the others rushed to Jinhai Building, Brian Carter had already grabbed some new clothes, made a quick disguise, and taken a cab to Tsim Sha Tsui.

He was helpless too. Before crossing over, he’d always been a good kid, a good student. This whole transmigration thing was just toxic.

As the taxi sped along the West Kowloon Corridor overpass, the driver had just exited at a certain ramp when Brian Carter saw several police cars of various sizes setting up a checkpoint outside the exit.

Brian Carter was speechless.

Even the taxi driver started cursing. “Damn, another checkpoint. How many times has it been today?”

After cursing, he turned to Brian Carter with a smile. “Don’t worry, handsome. I heard some extremely dangerous criminal escaped from prison, so there’s a big citywide search today. It’ll be over soon.”

Chapter 005: You Only Have One Life

Brian Carter glanced calmly at the driver without replying. There weren’t many options left for him now: either hijack the driver’s car and blast through the checkpoint and the police cars in the area in a real-life Fast & Furious, but he was a total rookie—after getting his license before crossing over, he’d never actually driven on the road.

Or, he could get out, cross the median barrier of the overpass, stop a car heading east to west, and make his way back to Sham Shui Po.

Go invisible? It was only three in the afternoon—broad daylight. If you, a living person, just vanished in front of everyone, that would be quite a scene.

If he’d known, he might as well have stayed put in Sham Shui Po. Taking the city streets would have been more efficient than the overpass. Even if there were checkpoints on the streets, he could at least run into the crowd.

Watching the cars line up, inching forward one by one for inspection, Brian Carter suddenly opened the car door and got out, crouching at the edge of the overpass to look down.

The driver was dumbfounded. “Hey, what are you doing, man?”