Fisher glanced back at the driver who died tragically in the car, and secretly apologized in his heart, although the apology was useless to the police, but Fisher still felt a little unbearable for Roger's experience. But he was not an indecisive person either, and he gathered his emotions and walked in the direction indicated by the signs.

Following the direction of the sign, Fisher carefully concealed the large blood stains on his body as he blended in with the crowd as he walked towards the subway station on the lower floor. The crowd was crowded, and Fisher went with the flow, little by little being pushed towards the ticket gates.

He used to be a person who stayed in Delier, and knew that the subway on the Imperial side had something similar to a monthly pass, and he had to swipe his card when entering and leaving the station. He didn't know what role the empire played in this attack, but the gang that raided the "coffee drinkers" was definitely not ordinary mercenaries. It is impossible to do such a big thing in the center of the city without the acquiescence of the upper echelons of the empire. He didn't really want to be near the ticket office.

He moved to the side of the crowd without moving, sticking to the side of the railing, he carried the railing with one hand, and looked at the situation on the lower level with a second vision, observing the time when the subway was coming.

There is 1 minute to the subway station. What he needs now is a quick escape from the area where it might be locked down. It's not clear how the other side will keep up with you, but it's imperative to stay as far away as possible.

The subway stops at the station, and the Empire's subway is fully enclosed, and the entire lane is separated by tempered glass at the waiting area to prevent people from jumping passively or actively. Only when the subway arrives at the station, it will be open for about half a minute for a short time.

For example, now.

Fisher pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the ground, crouching down with the crowd as he began screaming in terror. It is unclear whether the shot hit anyone in the leg, but the effects have already begun. The squatting and screaming people did not notice the gunman, and they all stood up and ran out, and Fisher also moved with the crowd in a panicked look. The second view saw that the escalator downstairs had stopped swiping cards and security checks due to temporary circumstances, so a no-man's land was vacated. Fisher looked like he was being pushed, and he flipped down in an instant.

"Someone fell!" A woman screamed, and several men near the railing looked down as they walked, only to see that the escalator descending was empty.

Fisher followed the panicked crowd into the subway car and then cowered in the doorway, his eyes hidden under his hood.

Time is running out, and it is very likely that there will be police officers rushing onto the subway to check one by one at the next few stops. He pondered. Now once he is photographed, the public prosecutor of the empire can arrest him on the charge of obstructing national security, and he needs to be careful step by step.

He squeezed to the junction between the two sparsely populated carriages, closed the door, took off his bloodied coat, and took another gray sweatshirt from his backpack and put it on. Crumple the changed coat into a lump, stain it with blood side in, and throw it in the corner.

The next stop has to be dropped. Maybe the Imperial Police didn't act so quickly, but he didn't dare to gamble either. There was another thought in his mind about the attack, but he was reluctant to face it.

"Toot." A message came from the phone, from Angela, with only a few numbers: 7700. Fisher's pupils contracted, and he pressed the mood to reply, driving the phone's self-destruct program, looking at the five-second countdown that appeared on the phone screen, he threw the phone at his feet. At this time, the mobile phone has become a brick, and there is no possibility of recovery. And Fisher has lost the only official way to contact the Authority. He pulled up his eyelids with his left hand, and with his right hand he was about to remove the near eyepieces from his eyes. Looking at the little Angela who was sleeping in offline mode in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and took off the eyepiece and crushed it.

The next stop was soon there, and Fisher walked back to his previous carriage, only to see two heavily armed policemen boarding the bus. One of them saw Fisher. To be honest, Fisher's appearance is not okay now, but compared to ordinary people who are in a car of panic, it is not conspicuous.

"Come here!" The policeman in front hooked his hand at Fisher, and pressed the other hand on the matching gun at his waist, while the policeman in the back had already taken out the pistol, holding the gun in both hands vigilantly.

Fisher gritted his teeth and stepped back.

"Stop, or I'll shoot!" The policeman pulled out the pistol and pointed it at Fisher. The people on both sides couldn't help but shrink back, looking like they wanted to melt into the car wall.

"Suspect found, repeated, suspect found, target location ......" The police behind the scene began to telegraph by radio.

It was as if time had slowed down and prolonged, and the voice in Fisher's ears was lengthened, and the tone became strange, and he blinked.

Open the shield with the left hand and draw the gun with the right hand. But instead of hitting the two policemen, he smashed the headlights on the policemen's heads. The falling debris caused the two police uncles to retreat. The briefly extinguished headlights, combined with the sound of gunfire echoing in the cabin, became the last straw that broke the nerves of the civilians in the car. The sudden darkness of the vision and the ringing of eardrum-stirring gunshots were followed by the panicked shouts of civilians and the uncontrollable pushing and shoving crowd rushing out of the carriage.

The emergency lights in the carriage came on, and the two policemen had lost track of Fisher.

Fisher used the crowd as a cover, always hiding himself in the blind spot of the oncoming police. In the panic, he knocked down a person, he apologized again and again, and the other party in panic didn't have the heart to entangle anything with him, just scolded a few words and ran out. Fisher clasped the other party's subway monthly card in the palm of his hand. The Empire's subway tickets are one in and one out, and if there is only one entry and no entry, you will be required to pay the fare according to the longest distance of the current line. So when he entered the subway, he didn't steal, phew, and shun a monthly pass, but now he is shun.

Fisher followed the crowd to the exit, where the panicked crowd pushed each other and pushed aside several people whose hands were shaking and couldn't properly swipe their cards due to fear. Fisher swiped his card and was greeted by more police officers entering the subway entrance.

Fisher managed to fish in troubled waters and rushed out of the subway before the police uncle stopped at the subway exit and set up a card.

Pedestrians on the street watched as the panicked crowd rushed out of the subway. Fisher didn't hesitate and turned into the nearest lane. Crossing the path, he made a beeline for the nearest parking lot, where he needed a mobility vehicle most now.

Easily avoiding several surveillance cameras, Fisher chose a low-profile black car, removed his backpack, and crouched with his back against the door. He took out a business card box-sized device from his backpack and stuck it to the door, the four green lights on the gadget lit up one after another, and with a click, the door opened, and Fisher removed the gadget and threw the bag into the car. Then attach the small device to the ignition sensing area.

The car ignited, and Fisher tossed the small box into his backpack and zipped it up. He rummaged through and found a parking card at the visor above his head. He put a little throttle on his foot and drove out.

Passing through the automatic payment machine at the entrance of the parking lot, Fisher drove the car out. He glanced around and made sure he was on the right track. The Confederation not only has an embassy in Delhire, but also several safe houses near the embassy, and Fisher is now going to one of them.

He drove cautiously while reflecting on why the other party's reaction would find him so quickly. Could it be that he has a locator installed on his body? There is no problem with the backpack, everything inside is your own, including the deliberately left nicks. So what is it exactly? He looked up and saw the Titan Tech building. Titan Technology is a multinational technology company, claiming that where there are people, there are Titans. In a large imperial city like Driel, it is natural to be able to see it.

He frowned slightly, followed the red light, and parked the car in the middle of the traffic, only to see two black vans driving towards him in the rearview mirror. "." Fisher had a vague guess in his mind, but it was too late to think about it now. He slammed the accelerator and hit his head on the ass of the car in front, and without waiting for the car in front to start scolding, he shifted gears and kicked the accelerator again, reversing and crashing into the front face of the car behind.

Faintly saw a flash of light somewhere, Fisher immediately lay on the passenger seat, the windshield shattered, and the leather seat was shot through a hole, which happened to be the position of Fisher's chest just now. "it." Fisher relied on the second vision to see the road, the whole person was lying in the front seat, controlling the steering wheel with his left hand, rushing out of the air that had just been squeezed open, driving to the opposite lane, and turning left with a flick of the tail.

The driver who got out of the front and rear cars was swearing, but was almost scraped over by the black van behind him. The two drivers share the same hatred and begin to lash out at Fisher and the van driver.