Chapter 3: Escape from Middletown
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The bush outside the town of Middletown loosened for a while, and a large head stumbled out, its shiny bald head reflecting the moonlight.
The bald head looked vigilantly from side to side, like a groundhog, and only after making sure that there was no danger did he get out of the jungle.
Yang Di's huge hiking bag was carried behind his back, and he took advantage of the cool wind and the gradually dawning sky to walk quickly on the trail.
"Damn the system, inexplicable thing." Yang Di Lao felt that God had played a joke on him, and until now, he still felt a little inexplicably incredible, as if everything was a dream and was in the midst of illusion.
Is it a game? Or was it a turning point in his life? He lowered his head and touched his right chest with his left hand, where there was a Rubik's Cube tattoo with a blue composition, which was three-dimensional, but it was hidden under the tattoo on his body, and it was not very obvious.
The electronic synthesized voice suddenly sounded: "The host has been detected to be hunted down by local gangster forces, and an instant mission has been issued." ā
Yang Di's face changed suddenly, three steps and two steps, not like a two-meter tall man, he burrowed into the bushes on the side of the road with a "whoosh", and then quickly hid his body, cautiously.
Close your eyes, it's still the blue light world of the Rubik's Cube.
A dialog box popped up on the Blu-ray screen, obscuring the tree-like diagram and life-size figures, and Yang Di's familiar Chinese popped up on the profile, and the eye-catching word "task" was placed in front of him.
Yang Di felt a little embarrassed, what the hell did this ghost come out again, did he take it or not?
Still hesitating, the Blu-ray screen that popped up in the next second disappeared.
He blinked, and then a blue screen popped out again, and the electronic synthesized voice sounded in time, "The host opens the quest system and releases the main quest." ā
"Main Quest, Street Expert: Complete a street match in three days to defeat your opponent. Reward: 3 free attributes, 50 villain points, mission failure penalty: none. ā
"Instant Mission, Escape from Middletown: The host is being hunted by gangster forces, escaping the Middletown gangster blockade. Reward: Upgrade any skill in the fighting class. ā
It's getting more and more like ...... It's a game......
Yang Di suddenly returned to reality, the sky was a little brighter, from this inexplicable system, it can be determined that he is still in the blockade of the Middletown gangsters, he doesn't know where he can go if he goes down, but he walks on the road like this, and sooner or later his traces will be exposed.
It's really embarrassing.
How is he going to escape?
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Middletown is located in Wisconsin, and from the map of the whole United States, it is biased to the north, with Lake Michigan to the east, and Madison, the capital of Wisconsin, less than 10 kilometers to the south.
On Interstate 90, "Blackskin" Wallace and a group of his men blocked the bayonet.
Wallace's head was still wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze, and his eyes were tyrannical and cold, and his eyes were ugly as he stared westward at the endless highway.
"Ran away?" The voice was hoarse and muffled.
"I heard that the grandparents and the Chinese kid came and went separately, and if the interstate went west, it might go to Minnesota, and the Chinese kid should have gone north or south."
A big black man in a rivet suit spoke, and the analysis was the first to go.
"How's it going down to the south? If that kid is going to run, it's going to Madison. ā
"There's no news from the south yet, but if he does get to Madison, it might be harder for us to find him."
"Sou, you must not let him run away!"
It was at this moment that the pockets of "Blackskin" Wallace shook.
The mobile phone was connected, and there was a "crackling" fighting sound on the other end of the phone.
"Boss, we've found that kid, he's running south, ouch...... This kid is so violent, we can't stop him, he doesn't know where to find a big iron rod......"
"Boss, come and support us!"
"Blackskin" Wallace closed his phone, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he shouted to the man, "Go, go with me to the south of the town, you can't let this kid run away!" ā
"Yes!" Everyone agreed.
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Yang Di's tall body brought confidence to himself, and his bright bald head, tattoos on one arm, and a large steel rod with blood droplets in his hand showed a bit of death.
Interstate 90 to the south is also an open area, surrounded by little gangsters who surround him like jackals, two have been lying on the ground and moaning, the remaining three swallowed their saliva, looking at Yang Di, who is as majestic as a green mountain, and his heart is constantly drumming, and he is so shocked that he does not dare to move.
"Stop following me, bastards!" Yang Di scolded viciously, and his eyes were also fierce.
He endured the pain in his abdomen, moved to the motorcycle parked on the side of the road, reached out and tied his huge hiking bag to the motorcycle, quickly turned over and stepped on, and then twisted the key to start, and with a kick on the accelerator, the motorcycle rumbled and started.
"To chase or not to chase?"
Looking at Yang Di, who ran away in a puff of smoke, the two gangsters on the road looked at each other.
It's just that when I think of the brutality of that guy just now like a beast and a bloodthirsty pupil, I inevitably feel a little chill in my heart, and when I muster up the courage again, I also lost my direction directly.
"Forget it, chase a fart! We can't beat him if we go up! ā
"I heard that this guy has only been in the United States for a short time, but I didn't expect it to be such a hard stubble."
"The tattoo on his hand is still very good-looking, I don't know where to get a tattoo, I want to get one too."
", Lao Tzu's motorcycle, I'm going to call the police!"
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On the intercontinental highway, Yang Di rode a motorcycle.
The burly body of more than two meters like a brown bear, lying straight on the motorcycle, it seems that the entire motorcycle is one size smaller, and the speed directly soars to nearly 100 yards.
Suddenly there was an electronic synthesized sound in my ears:
"Congratulations to the host for completing the immediate mission - escape from Middletown."
"The system issues rewards, detects the host's sanda skills, and upgrades the rewards."
Yang Di's chest was hot in vain, he felt an inexplicable force injected into his body, and the air around him became viscous and blurry, and then his head buzzed, his eyes were dark, and he almost didn't fall off the motorcycle.
"Amateur Sanda (Level 2)."
He was slightly stunned, and the inexplicable feeling just now disappeared again, as if everything was illusory, but his back was already soaked, and the abdomen hit by the gangster's punch no longer seemed to be painful......
He looked at the scene flashing on both sides, and his windswept eyes narrowed slightly.
In the distance, the highway near Madison bustles on both sides.
Yang Di has also been to the city of Madison, and he just ran from here to Middletown in embarrassment not long ago, but he didn't expect to be chased into the city again this time, which is really impermanent.
The sky is white, and the glow of the road shines on the glass of the high-rise buildings in the city, reflecting pieces of light.
Yang Di touched his pocket, there was a thousand dollars that Uncle Ham gave him before leaving, which was a lot of income, if it could be sent home? Life at home should be okay, and so should younger siblings......
He shook his head, it's not good now, this money is not enough at all, he is in danger now, in addition to a bunch of pestering gangsters, there is also an inexplicable system hanging on him, who knows what will happen if he doesn't complete the task of the system? Amateur Sanda Level 2? So his ability to fight has increased a lot? He was itching in his heart, wondering if the feeling he had just felt on a motorcycle was real, and he wanted to try it.
Yang Di rode his motorcycle around the city slowly, silently squeezing down the layout of the not particularly large city, and then dropped the motorcycle under a flyover in Madison.
"This is the stuff of those gangsters, riding too much will definitely reveal their position, it's better to get rid of it early."
After saying that, he felt a pain in his heart, if he could find the second-hand car market, it would be a lot of income to sell the car, but he was not particularly familiar with Madison, and there were too many teachings in the second-hand car market in a city, and if he didn't do it, he would expose himself.
"I'm going to have to take the time to sell this car." Yang Di felt that this green motorcycle was still worth a little, and it was worth a little money, so he pulled out the key and turned around and left the flyover......