C14 A Riot in the Police Station 2

Zhao Sitong forced herself to remain calm as she watched a man in a mourning suit draw liquid from a small bottle with a syringe. My God! They intended to torture her with poisoned needles. These people were merciless!

The man's footsteps echoed towards her, sounding like the grim reaper's call for a soul. The needle shimmered with an icy gleam in the sunlight.

Sitong's eyes darted around in terror. Though restrained by two police officers, the surrounding officers had relaxed their guard. She had noticed earlier that the iron gate, though shut, wasn't too high. A single leap could set her free, and she knew it was time to make a desperate move.

The officers holding her glanced at the approaching psychiatrist, preparing to hand her over.

Sensing a slight loosening in the grip of the officer holding her hand, Sitong seized the moment and delivered a swift kick to his groin.

"Ah!" he cried out, doubling over instinctively to clutch at his injury.

With the attention now on the stricken officer, Sitong dropped her weight, slipped from the grip of the officer at her shoulder, and dashed. She vaulted over their heads, sprinted towards the gate, and with another leap, she was out.

Caught off guard by her sudden escape, the group was left in disarray as Sitong made her getaway.

The psychiatrist, syringe in hand, stood agape. The patient's delusional disorder was so severe that she could bring her delusions to life!

"Quick, after her!" Wenn Tao was the first to snap to action, barking orders. He sent two officers to assist the one Sitong had struck, then led a dozen more in a police car pursuit.

The morning rush hour traffic was heavy, and the roads were clogged. Wenn Tao ordered some officers onto motorcycles, their sirens wailing. The sudden cacophony of alarms turned heads, with onlookers wondering what urgent matter had arisen at this early hour.

Sitong pushed herself to run faster, the sound of sirens in the distance. She didn't understand their meaning, but a sense of foreboding surged within her. Were they using those sounds to signal her capture?

Wenn Tao quickly caught sight of the figure sprinting ahead. He was truly astonished; he hadn't expected the young girl to be so swift. Moreover, she was adept at the Lightness Skill. It was such a shame that she suffered from delusional disorder. If only she would comply with her treatment, she'd likely make a swift recovery. With that in mind, he knew he had to catch up to her at all costs.

Zhao Sitong noticed the police cars gaining on her and picked up her pace. Ahead, she spotted a busy intersection with numerous cars, which she referred to as "iron boxes," at a standstill. Across the street, a little green figure was blinking, soon to be replaced by a little red one. Without hesitation, Sitong dashed toward the opposite side.

"Squeak!"

"Whoa!"

"Damn it!"

"Are you insane?!"

...

A cacophony of voices erupted.

Zhao Sitong, still reeling from the close call, couldn't fathom how the "iron boxes" that were stationary just moments ago had suddenly lunged at her.

The wail of police sirens grew louder as several police cars and motorcycles swiftly encircled her.

Seeing Wenn Tao and the others disembark from the police vehicle and start heading her way, Sitong didn't think twice. She leaped onto the roof of a car. Her earlier traffic light infraction had caused a backlog of traffic, and now with the police cars creating a blockade, all the vehicles were at a standstill.

"Don't run!"

"Block her path!"

...

The shouts of a dozen officers echoed from behind. Zhao Sitong hopped from one car roof to another, occasionally seeming to soar through the air.

"Wow!"

"Is this a movie shoot?"

"There's no sense of urgency. Damn, she's actually flying!"

"Get this on camera! Encountering a police chase first thing in the morning is just too exciting!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

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