Are You Crazy? You're Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

Meanwhile, a teammate witnessing the scene from a distance reacted with alarm, promptly reporting to the Captain, “Bad news, Atai has been taken down by Wang Yun, and he’s stripping Atai of his gear.”

“What? Atai couldn’t last even ten seconds?”

The Captain’s face fell upon hearing this. Atai, though not the strongest on their team, was a competent fighter. To think that he couldn’t hold off Wang Yun for ten seconds, even with his equipment, was shocking.

The captain himself wasn’t sure he could have achieved a knockout of Atai in under ten seconds.

“Don’t let him take Atai’s gear, do everything to stop him,” barked the Captain.

“Understood,” the team member yelled back, quickly making his way through the crowd toward Wang Yun.

Wang Yun, with a steely gaze, drew a pistol.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He fired directly at his target. Though it was a simulated gun provided by the program crew, the gunfire sounded startlingly real. The sudden shots caused a stir among the bystanders.

“Holy smokes, gunshots!”

“That’s Big Brother Wang Yun! He’s clashing with the inspection team, right here among us.”

“That scared me! It’s not a real gun, is it? Where’s Big Brother Wang Yun?”

The simulated bullets hit the body of the Thai boxer, momentarily slowing him down. The crowd near him grew slightly chaotic. He tried to push through the dense crowd, but it was too packed.

Wang Yun used this moment to swiftly strip the gear from the dead Muay Thai warrior and hurriedly donned it himself.

“Move, move!”

The nearest member of the Thai boxing team forcefully made his way through the crowd toward Wang Yun.

However, due to the commotion, by the time he reached Wang Yun, the latter had already fully equipped himself with the stolen gear. Wang Yun, now facing another elite young member of the Thailand inspection team just two meters away, flashed a chilling smile.

Armed with the new gear, Wang Yun was no longer afraid of bullets.

In this situation, only snipers could present a real threat to him. Wang Yun wasn’t sure if any were nearby, but he was undaunted by the prospect of close combat.

“Time to get out,” he decided, swiftly moving.

The vicinity was likely swarming with program officers from three different countries. Even in his sturdy gear, being encircled was a significant risk. It was not the time for bravado but for a strategic retreat. With swift movements, he pushed his way through the crowd.

“Captain, Wang Yun is wearing our gear and is now running away,” a young man from the rear reported loudly as he made his way through the crowd.

“No need to panic. Keep on his trail. Even if he’s wearing our gear, what does it matter?” the Captain of the Thai boxing team calmly responded.

They did not intend to rely solely on firearms to subdue Wang Yun anyway. Whether or not he had gear was immaterial.

“He’s likely trying to avoid being cornered and planning to make a break for it. Head to the outskirts of the crowd and keep him in sight,” instructed another Captain from the Thailand program task force.

“Understood,” the members of the boxing team responded in unison.

***

On the other side, Wang Yun moved quickly, skillfully navigating through the dense crowd. Once clear, he didn’t hesitate and dashed forward, intent on evading his pursuers.

“There’s Wang Yun, chase him down,” shouted the members of the Thailand boxing team from the outskirts, swiftly tailing him.

“Hmm?”

Around them, Master Honei Kouten and his Japanese team, positioned on the periphery, noticed Wang Yun making a dash for it. Seeing the Thai inspectors in pursuit, they focused intently.

“Wang Yun is over there, go after him,” they called out, immediately launching into action without hesitation.

Master Jue Ming and his team quickly identified Wang Yun from his silhouette.

“It’s Wang Yun, move out,” he ordered, and the surrounding officers quickly mobilized.

“He’s got the gear from the Thailand inspection team,” Kolyev noted, his brow furrowing upon seeing Wang Yun’s new attire.

Their team lacked such equipment, relying only on firearms, which were less effective against such gear.

“Let’s surround him,” instructed Wu Mingyu, watching the scene unfold.

“Wang Yun must have taken down a Thai elite member in the crowd and seized his gear,” mused Wu Yaoming, his eyes flickering. “But with many experts in both the Thai and Japanese inspection teams and their own powerful gear, we can subdue him once surrounded. Plus, Wang Yun’s conspicuous gear makes it hard for him to shake us off. With surveillance, we can easily keep track of him.”

“As soon as Wang Yun’s magic act ends, have all our officers ready to pursue him,” he declared, gripping his fists tightly. “This is our best opportunity for a successful arrest.”

Wang Yue and Ying Yuezi, nearby, nodded in agreement.

Though Wang Yun was outfitted with powerful gear, it had a significant downside. It was incredibly noticeable. Tracking him would be much easier, especially with two other program inspection teams involved. Their chances of capturing him this time seemed remarkably high.

***

“Can you believe it? Big Brother just effortlessly took down a member of Thailand’s inspection team?”

“666, so impressive! Isn’t the Thai national boxing team supposed to be formidable? But against Big Brother, they seemed so weak. It’s like I could do it too!”

“Is that all? That Thai expert even provocatively gestured at Big Brother, but lasted only five seconds and even got stripped of his gear. Haha, I can’t stop laughing!”

“Now that Big Brother has powerful equipment, it’s hard to predict who will win or lose!”

“Getting that gear has its pros and cons. The upside is immunity to firearms, but the downside is that it’s more eye-catching and can be easily tracked. If he gets cornered by those experts, it could spell trouble,” others discussed, analyzing Wang Yun’s situation.

The audience continued watching intently, eager to see how Wang Yun would handle the ongoing crisis.

***

In the heart of Nancheng, Wang Yun sprinted ahead. He could sense that the number of eyes locked on him had multiplied significantly. At least twenty to thirty expert gazes were tracking his every move.

He didn’t look back but kept on running.

“You can’t escape, Wang Yun,” a voice filled with hatred and anger called out from behind him.

“I will have my revenge today. I’ll kill you,” the voice persisted, echoing with determination.

Wang Yun’s face turned cold upon hearing these words.

“Stupid,” he muttered under his breath, focusing on what lay ahead.

He was approaching a shopping mall currently under construction, the very site where he had previously faced off against a parkour practitioner. The familiarity of the place struck him as he quickly made his way into the construction site, weaving through the structure.

“He’s really fast!”

The Captain of the Thailand boxing team watched as Wang Yun dashed ahead with remarkable speed. Noticing the growing gap between them, his expression turned anxious, fearing they might lose him.

Seeing Wang Yun’s swift escape, Captain Mita’s face darkened as he bellowed, “Wang Yun, face us head-on if you dare!”

Wang Yun heard their calls and sneered dismissively. Direct confrontation? He wasn’t afraid of a one-on-one battle, but this was far from a fair fight.

At that moment, Wang Yun’s instincts went on high alert, a sense of impending doom sent shivers down his spine. His face paled as he sensed mortal danger looming. He swiftly shifted his direction toward the right front, where, to his shock, he spotted two young men each armed with rocket launchers, taking aim at him.

“What the hell!”

Wang Yun’s adrenaline spiked, and without hesitation, he drew his pistol and fired rapidly at the attackers.

Bang! Bang! His god-level marksmanship and prediction shooting echoed out.

“What’s happening?”

Wang Yun’s sudden gunfire caught everyone by surprise. The pursuers from behind turned their attention to the source of the shots, trying to assess the new development in the chase.

“How could we be hit in the head from that distance?”

More than thirty meters away, two young men felt a splash on their faces. Startled, they wiped it off, only to find it was red. The realization that they had been headshot from such a distance filled them with shock. They slowly collapsed to the ground, motionless, their rocket launchers dropping beside them.

Their appearance revealed they were not inspectors from China, Japan, or Thailand. They were from India.

“Hmm? He noticed all that? Such terrifying alertness. It’s a shame. If those two rocket launchers had been fired, Wang Yun would likely be dead by now,” said someone from a group of over twenty people ahead.

They watched the scene unfold, their brows furrowing in surprise. Each one of them was clad in formidable gear, slightly different from that of Thailand and Japan. Their gear lacked defense on the face, arms, and legs, resembling standard bulletproof vests to some extent.

The team from India had only just arrived in Nancheng this afternoon.

As soon as they received all the necessary information, they hurried to this location. Their arrival was late, yet lucky. Upon reaching a nearby spot, they witnessed through surveillance Wang Yun’s escape and promptly set up an ambush.

Regrettably, due to the limited time, the two members armed with rocket launchers couldn’t secure an ideal position for attack.

“Still, even if he managed to dodge our rocket launcher, today he won’t escape death,” declared a tall, slightly lean middle-aged man standing at the center, lifting his submachine gun with resolve.

Around him, over twenty others also raised their weapons, their eyes gleaming with ruthlessness. They had effectively blocked the path ahead.

Wang Yun let out a sigh of relief after neutralizing the two inspectors with rocket launchers. However, his relief was short-lived as his gaze fell upon more than twenty figures blocking his way ahead. His pupils constricted at the sight of another country’s program inspection team.

This was bad news.

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