Fantasy Game: Infinite City

Chapter 512 The Polluted City (6)

Half an hour later.

Old policeman Juan stood at the door of the police station, observing other locations in the town from the police station. Although visibility was very low due to the heavy rain, Juan could not see where the people in the town were, but there were many bright lights in the streets of the town. The lights that kept changing direction should be the strong flashlights of Larry and his officers, or the portable searchlights of the fire department. The lights that were moving forward or backward in one direction, with a larger range and more obvious, should be the rescue vehicles of the fire department, or the pickup trucks of some residents of the town.

Due to the heavy rain, the streets of the town have begun to accumulate water. Although it has caused difficulty in walking, vehicles with high chassis and exhaust systems such as fire trucks can still drive normally. There are many residents in the town, probably several thousand people, but the fire department and police station in the town have only about thirty people in total, so the evacuation work is still quite laborious and it is estimated that it will take a long time to complete.

The town's power has not been restored yet. Juan estimated that the movement of the power plant's equipment might not be the only cause of the power problem. Some electric poles might have been knocked down by lightning, and the people involved in the rescue should have noticed this. Considering this situation, the evacuation time might be longer. After all, they need to bypass the fallen electric poles to prevent electric shock from entering the flooded area with damaged wires.

After closing the door of the police station, the old policeman Juan did not take off his raincoat immediately, but took out the pistol from his waist first, and then immediately looked at Adenauer's position. In order to ensure his position at all times, Juan deliberately lit a few candles in the sheriff's office. In this way, even if the power was not restored, as long as he entered the first floor of the police station, he would be able to see Adenauer's position.

However, the thing that worried him the most happened. In the sheriff's office located in the center of the first floor of the police station, the candles had been extinguished, and Adenauer's sturdy body could not be seen through the glass. He left the sheriff's office. This made Juan feel cold in his heart.

"Don't look, I'm here."

However, just as Juan opened the safety of his pistol and was about to stick to the wall to find Adenauer's location, Adenauer's voice came from his right. Juan immediately turned around and pointed his pistol in the direction of the voice, ready to fight back at any time. In his opinion, Adenauer might be preparing to escape. However, when he saw Adenauer's state, Juan felt extremely nervous, but also very confused.

Although Adenauer left the central sheriff's office, he did not escape. However, his current condition was not safe for Juan. His handcuffs and shackles had been opened and thrown on the table in front of him. The prison uniform on his upper body had been taken off and hung on the back of the chair next to him. He sat at a table, wiping the parts of a disassembled police revolver with a handkerchief. Next to the parts was a chest-mounted flashlight leaning against a cup, which seemed to have been found in the lost and found box.

In front of him, there was a paper cup with some residual coffee at the bottom, but it was very cloudy. He had a cigarette in his mouth that looked like it had just been lit, so it seemed that he was using the paper cup as an ashtray. Next to him was an empty cigarette box that had been neatly torn open, with six pistol bullets neatly stacked on it, which should have belonged to the police revolver that he had disassembled and cleaned.

Madison, a clerk girl, was sitting stiffly across the table. It was estimated that the disassembled police revolver should be hers. She looked a little scared, but not seriously. Her hands were flat on the table, palms facing up. There was a small object in her left hand. With the help of the flashlight, it was a special key that could open the prisoner's handcuffs and shackles. In her right hand were four or five cigarettes, which should have been taken out of the neatly torn cigarette box.

Juan kept his gun pointed at Adenauer's head and kept a safe distance all the time, coming to Adenauer's side and rear. Juan was very experienced. If Adenauer suddenly jumped up, then if he was directly behind Adenauer, he might be stuck on the wall by the chair that was pushed out violently. But in this position behind Adenauer, he had to turn his body drastically if he wanted to attack him. The distance between Juan and Adenauer was just right, neither missing the target due to the distance being too far, nor giving Adenauer a chance to grab the gun due to the distance being too close.

"Put whatever you're holding down and put your handcuffs and leg irons back on. Madison, back away from that table!"

"I...I can't...under the table..."

Juan took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight, and slowly crouched down. He saw a thin line above Madison's legs under the table. The thin line was connected to something. The thing was in a blind spot at the bottom of the table. Juan couldn't see it at all while standing. But he couldn't squat down, otherwise Adenauer would rush over and grab the gun, so Juan stood up again.

"What do you want to do? You know I can't let you get away."

"I didn't intend to run away, just like you secretly gave these two keys to Simon, and I didn't tell anyone. Oh, and Simon had already escaped when those two rookies moved the dead animals off the road. He gave me these two keys."

"Varied..?"

"You can pretend if you want to. Simon seems like a nice guy. I have no problem with your behavior."

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

"Relax, I won't run away, let alone do anything. If I wanted to do something, I would have had plenty of opportunities. After all, you guys are too distracted. You and that... Larry? You can say that you are getting older and less vigilant, but these other young people shouldn't... Oh, sorry, Miss Madison, you are different from them. After all, you are a clerk and you are not responsible for these things on a daily basis. By the way, thank you for the coffee before."

In this short time of communication, Adenauer had reassembled the disassembled police revolver and finally checked the cylinder. Juan steadied his arm and concentrated his mind. As long as Adenauer dared to reach for the bullet next to him, he would shoot immediately.

“Da, da, da…”

However, when Adenauer really reached for the bullet, Juan hesitated. After all, he couldn't guarantee what the thin wire under the table was connected to. Although theoretically, Adenauer couldn't open the police station's armory and take out explosives in such a short time, Juan didn't dare to gamble, because once the other party really found the explosives, then when he fired the gun, although he would kill Adenauer, he might also detonate the trap and kill Madison.

The entire first floor of the police station was very quiet at this time. The sound of Adenauer loading bullets was clearly heard by Juan and Madison. Soon, accompanied by the sound of the cylinder returning to its position, all six bullets were loaded. However, Adenauer's next move was beyond their expectations.

"Here, even though you're a clerk, you still have to pay attention to the maintenance of your firearm. After all, you don't want it to malfunction when you really need to use it, right?"

Adenauer returned the loaded revolver to Madison, and even held the barrel of the gun himself, with the handle pointing at the other party.

"I don't need the key, but these cigarettes are mine. Oh, and the thing under the table that's tied with a string is just a ball of paper softened by coffee. You can get up now, Miss Madison."

Adenauer reached under the table, picked up a ball of paper stuck under the table, and threw it into the paper cup that was used as an ashtray. He also showed the thin line on it to Madison to let her know that he was just trying to scare her.

"You are very brave. You didn't cry because of the shock. Maybe you are more capable of field work than a clerk."

"Madison, slowly move your chair back and check under the table."

"it is good!"

Madison carefully moved the chair away, slowly squatted down, and looked under the table. There was indeed nothing underneath, and there was a small puddle of water somewhere on the floor. It seemed that Adenauer did not lie.

"Nothing."

"Now back off slowly and come to my side."

"You don't have to be so cautious. I told you, if I wanted to do something, I would have done it a long time ago. I wouldn't have waited until now."

"Thank you very much, but I don't intend to listen to a prisoner!"

"But you let Simon go. I don't think you'd be swayed by personal feelings. That's not like you."

"Put on the handcuffs and shackles! I won't say that a third time!"

"Are you so confident that the current situation is under your control? Your hands have begun to tremble. Although you are older, your hands are shaking after holding a gun for more than a minute or two. And it's a pistol. Do you have an old injury on your arm?"

"It's none of your business..."

"There is a coffee machine on the ground behind you where you are standing now. You can see that it shouldn't have been there. After all, its wires have been stretched straight. As long as I distract you, you will be tripped by the wires of the coffee machine as soon as you step back. Once your gun changes direction, I can finish you off. After all, the distance between us is not that far."

After hearing Adenauer's words, Juan immediately stopped and tried to look sideways. However, when he looked sideways, he found that there was no coffee machine on the ground behind him. The worst thing was that he heard hurried footsteps. He immediately pulled the trigger and looked back, but he found that the trigger could not be pulled at all, and the gun naturally did not fire.

When Juan turned around, Adenauer was already standing in front of him, his left hand had already grasped his pistol, and his pinky finger was stuck behind the trigger, which was why Juan couldn't shoot. Juan suddenly felt cold in his heart, he couldn't shoot, with his old bones, he couldn't subdue the two-meter-tall, iron-tower-like strong man in front of him. As for Madison behind him, although she had raised her pistol, the bullets of this kind of police pistol could not penetrate the human body. Adenauer could use himself as a human shield and kill Madison with the bullets, not to mention that Juan himself was not a thin man.

Adenauer immediately snatched Juan's pistol and held it in his hand. Compared to Madison's short-barreled police revolver, Juan's 1911 was still larger. Although it was still a little small for Adenauer's body size, it was at least better than the police revolver.

After taking Juan's pistol, Adenauer did not attack the two men, nor did he hold Juan hostage. He just skillfully checked the pistol.

"You see, Juan is an experienced man. His gun is very clean. He should maintain it regularly so that it won't fail when necessary."

"Put the gun down! Or I'm going to shoot!"

"Ms. Madison, you can't kill me. After all, the safety of your gun is still off."

"Click."

As a clerk, Madison was only familiar with guns and could only fire them, but she was not proficient in them. So when Adenauer said that, she naturally lost her confidence and checked it immediately. However, after she looked down for just one second, Adenauer had already opened the safety and pointed the gun at Madison.

"I'm sorry, Miss Madison. It looks like you'll have to leave the gun with me for a while. But you are indeed very brave. If it were someone else, they might not even think of using a gun."

"Let her go. She's just a clerk who knows nothing."

"I'm sorry, Juan. I don't plan to let Miss Madison go out. After all, the heavy rain outside hasn't stopped yet... But if you want Miss Madison to notify the three police officers downstairs, it's up to you. But if they come up, I won't be so easy to talk to."

When Adenauer was talking to him, Juan did not see a morbid smile or gnashing hatred on his face. He had no expression at all, as if they were having a normal conversation. It was his actions that made Juan understand that this kind of person would not bother to lie. Even if the police officers guarding other prisoners downstairs knew what happened upstairs, they probably would not be a match for this guy. Instead of risking their lives, it would be better to do as Adenauer asked and see what he wanted to do.

"What do you want to do?"

"I just want to talk. As long as I get the answers I want, I can return your pistols to you. You don't have to put your hands up. Look, I put my guns away now, right?"

"What to talk about?"

Juan looked at Adenauer warily, and only after he had indeed turned off the safety, put the 1911 in his waistband, and put Madison's revolver aside did he lower his hands. Adenauer pointed to the chairs behind the two men, motioning them to sit on them, while he stood there with his hands folded across his chest.

"I want to talk about the issue of Johor Bahru. Ever since we met in prison, you haven't been acting right. And when you were talking to yourself, you seemed to equate going to Johor Bahru with going on the road. I want to know the specific reason. Of course, it's okay if you really don't want to talk about it, but I guess your deliberate letting of Simon run away should be related to this matter."

Juan frowned and glanced at Adenauer in front of him. This guy didn't seem as simple as he thought. No one among all people noticed this, not even Simon, but Adenauer grasped the core of the matter.

At this moment of stalemate, noisy sounds suddenly came from the cell on the basement floor.

"boom!!"

Soon, a gunshot attracted everyone's attention.

"It seems that the people down there are not very peaceful. We may need to postpone our conversation for a while."

Adenauer picked up two pistols, left Juan and Madison, and walked towards the stairs leading to the cell block on the first underground floor. His figure quickly disappeared in front of the two men.

"Bang bang bang!!"

"Boom!"

Soon, continuous gunfire rang out.

"Damn it! Madison, take the radio and hide in the armory! I'll go down and take a look!"

"But I don't have the key to the armory. Only the sheriff and the deputy have it! Otherwise, I'll go with you!"

"Find a place to hide!"

Juan left Madison on the first floor and immediately rushed to the stairs, ready to go to the cell area to see what was going on.