bioinnovel Chapter 406? Who will deal with the Iron Monger? Me?
Chapter 406? Who will deal with the Iron Monger? Me?
"FUCK—!"
Sitwell swore, all his calculation and arrogance instantly replaced by the most primal instinct for survival. He turned and rushed towards the right passage, moving so fast he almost fell over.
Even so, the roar of the engine behind them continued to grow closer, interspersed with the piercing screeching of metal rubbing violently against concrete.
Clearly, the metal monster had not only locked onto his location, but was also using brute force, like a bulldozer, to force its way through the already narrow passage!
This terrified Sitwell, who hated his mother for not giving him two more legs so he could run faster than ever before!
Thirty seconds later, Sitwell burst through the emergency exit gate and scrambled to the ground.
This is a relatively quiet commercial street due to its poor location, lined with various small shops on both sides.
Several passersby were startled to see Sitwell emerge from the ground covered in blood and wearing a tattered suit. Some of the kind-hearted people couldn't help but step forward to ask Sitwell what had happened and if he needed help.
"What are you looking at! Get out of my way!"
However, Sitwell not only failed to appreciate the kindness of the passersby, but also showed disgust on his face, shouting angrily while quickly surveying his surroundings.
He needs to create chaos, he needs to lure the Iron Monger to a crowded place.
But this isn't enough...
There are too few people here.
Just then, he heard some sounds.
That wasn't the sound of the Iron Monger's engine that terrified Sitwell, but rather...
The sirens of the New York City Police Department!
Judging from the sound, at least three police cars are approaching rapidly!
Sitwell's eyes lit up.
It seems Lady Luck is on his side after all! The opportunity has finally arrived!
He immediately changed direction and rushed toward the street from which the sirens were coming.
Turning the corner, he saw three NYPD patrol cars and a black SWAT van parked about 100 meters away from him at the intersection.
The police officers had just gotten out of their vehicles and were making tense deployments.
It is worth mentioning that, although Riley had completely returned law enforcement power in New York City to the police department after being removed from his "blacklisted" state.
However, it was precisely because of Riley's "darkened" state that his law enforcement process was clean and efficient, which once reduced New York City's crime rate to a negligible level.
So, on his first day back at work, in order to regain the trust of New York City residents in the police department, Sheriff George decisively decided to learn from this unique experience and use it as a reference to identify the various shortcomings of the police department.
One of the problems that citizens have long complained about is that "the police are always late!"
Therefore, after receiving multiple calls from citizens reporting a “metal monster” openly attacking vehicles, Sergeant George, who had already completed his internal reorganization, immediately arranged for nearby officers to conduct a thorough search!
By a twist of fate, they happened to appear near this area just when Sitwell was desperate!
"Boom! Boom! Boom—!"
While Sitwell ran desperately toward the police car following the sound and hid behind the officers.
At the emergency exit of the sewer, the massive body of the Iron Monger is rising from underground.
For the first time, the twilight sunlight shone fully on the armored vehicle.
The three-meter-tall dark gold giant is covered in composite armor plates, has sophisticated hydraulic systems at its joints, four large thruster arrays on its back, and is equipped with energy weapons and live ammunition platforms on its arms.
It stood in the middle of the street, like a killing machine straight out of a science fiction movie.
"Hiss... My God... What is this thing? A man-made Hulk? The sheriff thinks we can handle it? Really?!"
"A young policeman murmured."
"Don't stand there! Kid! Pick up your gun! Get your act together! Don't forget, there are plenty of innocent civilians waiting for us to protect them!"
The old policeman standing beside him, though equally incredulous, gritted his teeth and drew his service weapon. Suppressing his fear, he shouted loudly.
"Attention all personnel! Target spotted!"
At the same time, Sheriff George's voice came over the radio.
"Non-lethal weapons prepared! Repeat, non-lethal weapons prepared! No one is allowed to fire without my order!"
After he finished speaking, all the police officers on the scene put their pistols back into their holsters and instead drew their stun guns.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the officers breathed a sigh of relief to varying degrees after Sheriff George made this decision.
After all, in the eyes of Sheriff George… or rather, in the eyes of all the NYPD officers who lack a “God’s-eye view,” the Iron Monger looked like a force to be reckoned with. They figured that even if their little pistol emptied its magazine, it wouldn’t be able to penetrate its outer armor!
In this situation, the New York City police officers, who are completely powerless to fight the Iron Monger, would only add fuel to the fire by rashly using lethal weapons against the Iron Monger, causing unbearable and catastrophic consequences!
Iron Monger seemed to have noticed the presence of the police as well.
Its sensors scanned the police cars and officers, then re-locked onto Sitwell.
But it did not pursue immediately.
It's evaluating, it's calculating. Trying to find a way to bypass the officers and kill Sitwell directly.