Break loose

4-Suge

"Suge ...... Suge ......"

The voice seemed to come from the heavens, and Suge coughed violently a few times, lifting the blanket off his body, scratching at the chicken nest of hair on top of his head, and sitting up with his head in his hands like a hungover drunk.

He scanned his surroundings with hazy eyes, he was sure that he wouldn't find a messier house in the whole of SF, clothes that hadn't been washed for dozens of days were piled up in the corners of the walls, upside down beer cans were still dripping with juice, the blanket could be lifted a few metres away from a putrid stench, and the stinky socks were only a few centimetres away from the pizza that was crawling with cockroaches after taking a few bites out of it.

He took a bottle of ice water out of the broken fridge and drank it down, the lining of his stomach, which had been violently burned by alcohol last night, burned like fire with the icy water, and he coughed violently for a while longer, putting his head under the head of the water wheel to wash it down.

Ice water stimulates the scalp, but he did not become sober, his brain like a supercharged flashing the same picture: a scorched earth is lifeless, magma jumping like a hideous devil, the sky hangs down the face of indifference, gusty winds swept over the earth, the rain of fire raging in the air, the fishy red waves from the earth rises up to the sky with the hardness of the metal, whistling, and advancing, as if it will be pushed to flatten the whole earth smashed together. .

A roar went through his head, and for a long time his ears were still buzzing as the horrific scene slowly faded from his mind, and he looked up at his pale, gaunt, dripping face in the mirror that he couldn't tell if it was sweat or water, and cursed lowly, "Damn nightmare, how much longer are you going to torment me?"

He was in the pile of dirty clothes to find a few haphazardly look not too dirty put on, water wipe messy hair out of the door, he lived in the slums of Chinatown, where a mixture of nationalities of the travellers, from the street to the end of the street is filled with a sinister taste, everyone seems to be hostile to each other, at any time may be drilled out of any corner of the thieves, madmen, murderers, even if the sun shines on the top of the head is also suffocating.

He entered a pharmacy and handed the pharmacist a few crumpled American bills, "Get me some more medicine."

The pharmacist said as he handed over several bottles of sedatives, "Not that I don't want your business, but you're using more than three times as much as the average person, and it's going to kill you."

Sugar lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, "If I have to die, I'd rather die by my own hand."

"You should see a psychiatrist."

"I'd go if I had the money. But I'm afraid they can't help me."

"Have you tried before?"

"My nightmares started when I was seven, and my parents didn't spend any less money on this when they were alive."

"What do you feel when you dream?"

"Desperate, depressed, downtrodden, like the whole world is against me."

The pharmacist laughed, "Who says it isn't? I don't understand if we ask for too much or the world gives us too little, do we ever feel fulfilled?"

Sugar smiled bitterly, grabbing a handful of pills and swallowing them hard drumming his throat to swallow them, the pharmacist was surprised, "Aren't you afraid of sleeping on the street?"

"What's the point?"

He pushed out the door and walked a short distance to a street corner when the drug started to kick in, he hazily walked to a bench down the street and fell asleep, a beggar with bloodshot eyes darted over to him, "Get out of my way, this is my place." But he was already asleep. Annoyed, the beggar pushed him to the ground and kicked him hard in the stomach twice more. Sugar jerked his body in his sleep but remained awake, rolling over on the floor and continuing to sleep.

"Rubbish." The beggar stomped him over to the bin, the mouldy, disgusting rubbish was only a foot away from his head, and he just lay there with the rubbish, people coming and going on the street, he was ignored like rubbish, from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, and into the darkness of the night.

The night was so dark that even the nearest light couldn't shine here, and Sugar woke up in a daze, starved, and as he opened his eyes he felt a torch dangling in front of him, and he instinctively shielded himself from the light.

"Mr Suge, this is the FBI, please come with us."

Suge didn't know what he had provoked the FBI for, but he didn't care, his life couldn't possibly be any worse than it was now anyway. Even if the black-suited agent in front of him, who looked like a professional killer on TV, shot himself in the head, he didn't think there was anything left in the world.

He allowed the agent to drag him to the car, in a daze as the car shook he was blindfolded and taken through a few portals to be sat down, the blindfold removed he found himself in an interrogation room, the blonde, blue eyed agent in front of him, who at first glance appeared to be shrewd and tough, was flipping through a thin dossier.

Sugar spread his hands, "What do you want from me? I'm just a bum."

The agent closed the dossier, "Mr Suge, my name is Sylvester Rand, you can call me Sith. I've done some research on your past, you were born in Bin Cheng, China in 1995, your mother died in 2008 due to illness, your father married an American woman, after that you immigrated to San Francisco with him, your family had a middle class life for a while, but it didn't last long, a car accident killed your father, your stepmother left you with all your possessions, you became poor, you dropped out of school soon after, you had a few jobs, scrubbing cars, washing dishes, and working. jobs, scrubbing cars, washing dishes, sweeping the streets, you also worked as a low level programmer for a while using the computer skills you learnt at school, but at each job you were sacked after less than six months, all for the same reason, you were always late."

Sugar took a deep breath, "I have insomnia."

Sith flashed an odd smile, "You have nightmares that torment you and you're always mentally ill."

"Wow, I underestimated you FBI. But is it against the law to have nightmares?"

Sith pulled out four envelopes and tossed them onto his desk, "These were recovered from your residence."

"You entered the house illegally ......," but Sugar didn't bother to plead his rights, he couldn't think of anything in the house that would warrant the FBI making a big deal out of it. He picked up the four letters on the table and read them, "It's a prank."

The four letters were neither signed nor addressed, and the letterhead inside contained only one sentence, Sugar, you are a slave.

"When did you start getting these letters?"

"A month ago, one appeared in my mailbox every week from God knows what boring person? Or some new twist on a mall sale, I don't care."

"Have you ever had any strange people come into contact with you?"

"No, in fact even ants don't bother with me."

The Sith thought for a moment, "Alright, co-operate with us in a little test and you can leave."

Suge was indifferent, "As you wish."

Two agents behind Sith came up and took out an odd instrument with three legs and a circle in the middle, squaring his head, the three legs were fixed to his head and cheeks, and a detector extended out from the centre circle aimed at his eyeballs.

"A few seconds of stitches is fine." The Sith no longer seemed too concerned with the results of the test, having packed up his dossier and prepared to leave.

There was a drop and Sugar felt a thin ray of light enter his eyeball, then the back half of the instrument came on high, there was a meter in the agent's hand next to him, and he took a look at the numbers on it with a bit of incredulity, "Heads, isn't something broken?"

"What?" The Sith, who had already pressed on the doorknob, looked back.

"There's no way it could have such high numbers, is there?"

Sith took the instrument and looked at it, it showed "46%". He frowned as well, fiddled with the counters a few times to make sure there were no malfunctions, and said, "Use an omni-directional sweep."

This time the thin probing light became stronger, as if it penetrated Suge's brain, he obviously felt a stabbing pain inside his brain and shouted, "Do you want to electrocute me?"

Tick-tock ...... instrument beeped dramatically, the Sith's meter showed Su Ge's complete brain, just like Chen Jincheng's brain was imaged on the instrument, it was also in red and green, but the difference was that Su Ge's brain was almost half in red and half in green, and almost the entirety of the right side of his brain was in red, with only a tiny bit of green.

Sith was stunned, "God ...... he's the Hyperbrain Man!"

The atmosphere suddenly tensed, two agents quickly drew their guns and aimed at Sugar, "Get down, hands on your head." Suge hadn't reacted yet had already been kicked heavily in the crook of his knee and pressed to the ground to be handcuffed. Sith was still staring at the data on the meter in disbelief, "46%? Confirm it's not a malfunction? Superminds never go above 12% ......"

"What do you ......" Sugar said as the agent strangled his arm in severe pain, "What do you want? I didn't do anything!"

"Take away!" The Sith looked stern as he slid a hood over Sugar's head and dragged him outwards. As he walked, he called for backup, "Attention all units, this is an emergency situation, all units rush to their designated locations immediately, alert level one! Level one!"

In a hidden back alley of the building, Suge was just pushed into a black car, suddenly thumped loudly, I don't know where to shoot a gun hook stabbed through the body, the sharp hook popped open to pull the door, clattered after the door ripped off, da da da da da ...... gunfire, the two agents escorting him were killed on the spot, the gunman bulletless, hit Suge behind the agent's body like a sieve like Suge but unharmed.

Before Suge could react he was ripped from the car by a black-clad gunman in a biker suit, pressing him into the back seat of the biker as he rushed out in a gust of wind, the Sith in the front seat turned quickly to fire but the gunman threw a grenade, the Sith flew and jumped out of the car, and with a loud boom the car blew up into smithereens.

"Intercept! Intercept!" Sith yelled into his comm.

Suge who had not yet understood the situation screamed from the back seat of the locomotive, the car was going too fast, rushing onto the highway or against the traffic, cars of all colours swept past in front of them like electricity, the slightest mistake was going to be crashed, but the rider's speed was amazing, and he actually rushed all the way out of the middle and highway where the traffic was pouring in.

But the shock was to see the locomotive straight towards the panhandle, banging through the guardrail, Sugar again screamed in surprise, actually straight down the peaks of the mountains.

Whoosh, the front of the car shot out a steel cable, only to hear the sky roar, I do not know when to fly a helicopter, grappling hook on the helicopter, pulling the locomotive to the sea, from here far visible at night under the Golden Gate Bridge.

However, after flying for less than ten seconds, only to hear two more roars in the sky, two F22 fighters swooped down, the aircraft on the fire, four missiles sandwiched between the smoke shot straight at the helicopter.

The locomotive driver yelled, "Shark, pick us up!"

Click, the steel cable on the helicopter came loose, the locomotive fell straight towards the sea, thud of cannon, the helicopter was blown to pieces by the missiles, the locomotive crashed into the sea, Sugar, who had just choked on a mouthful of water, felt a solid footing, and something came up from the bottom of the sea.

It was a high speed steam stacker that carried them up to the surface with the vehicle, while the F22 in the sky swooped down again and fired several more missiles.

"Get out of the way, rookie!" Sugar heard a bellowing roar behind him, only to realise that at the bow of the boat was a brawny man with a red bandana, his whole body twisted with muscles, carrying a machine gun almost as tall as he was, like a vajra war god, triggering the bow opening with one hand and pulling the machine gun with the other.

Bang bang bang! The machine gun with multiple barrels fired like ten thousand cannons, shooting out countless thermal bombs, detonating the huge vapour waves blown out by the flying bombs lifting up hundreds of metres of sea waves, the F22 failed in its attack and swept past the vapour stacked ship.

The big man growled, "Xiao Long, Big Bird, shoot these two down!"

Dang, from both sides of the vapour stack ship exploded into the water, two figures rose from the water into the sky, and as the F22 returned to dive, each of them held a weapon in their hands that shot out red light.

Buzz! The air are violent vibration up, F22 was sonic a rush like a drunk in the air, two people and a pull another trigger, a white light shot out, rumbling loud, white light will be the aircraft all two halves, in the air disintegration and explosion.

The big man pushed the engine, the fast ship chopping waves to the front, the two men shot down the warplane landed on the stern of the ship, and released a stream of white smoke, instantly within a ten-mile radius became foggy, out of reach, the ship did not into the fog.

Inhalation of white smoke Suge only felt a dizzy spell, fell on the deck unconscious.