I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison

Chapter 19: Are You Forcing Me to Kill Someone?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lott packed his things and left the place.

The rental house was no longer safe. He needed to move to another place.

“Where’s the safest place in the next 24 hours?”

He typed his question into the search box.

After receiving the answer, Lott immediately got up and left.

Time was precious. Not only did he have to face the gangs, but there were also some hunters who wanted to take the bounty.

After walking out of the gate, he quietly hid in the crowd.

Before he left, he had thought of killing a few gang members.

For Lott, killing people was now a very easy matter.

Considering that there were cameras around this area as it was a residential area, it was not convenient to do anything now.

Just the fight in less than a minute had attracted a lot of people.

In this situation, it was difficult for him to get away.

He had to give up for now.

The situation was worse than Lott had thought.

The system trained not only the physical body, but also the sense of coordination.

In less than a few minutes after Lott had left the house, he noticed that there were many people following him to the back door.

This should be the bounty hunter that the man had said.

Bounty hunters lived by their name.

They lived by the bounty.

They did all kinds of missions for money.

Therefore, the reputation of bounty hunters in the industry was not very good.

Everyone had a common understanding.

That every surviving bounty hunter was an experienced and powerful person.

The weak hunters had already died in missions.

There were about three or four people about 100 meters behind Lott.

Lott immediately called for a taxi and flagged it down.

It drove to a crowded place in the city.

They had not made a move yet.

Perhaps they wanted to wait for Lott to be alone.

“Mister, go to the downtown area.”

Lott said calmly after getting into the taxi.

Although the downtown area would greatly increase the difficulty of tracking him, for the bounty hunters, it was not such a big deal.

Lott naturally knew this.

However, he had already used the system to calculate the best hiding place.

“9:10:11, move to the opposite side where there will be crowd. You’ll lose a bounty hunter here.”

“9:13:37, the crowd in front of you is conducting some activities so the huge balloon will block the view behind. You can enter the crowd. You’ll lose two bounty hunters here.”

“At 9:17…”

According to the system, he could definitely lose these people in the downtown area.

Lott was sitting in the taxi with his eyes closed.

He had consumed a lot of energy last night.

He had to maintain his spirit now.

Lott squinted his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, there were a few cars following him.

Lott sneered.

These people forced him to kill, did they not?

A murderous intent brewed in his heart.

When he reached the downtown area, Lott got off the taxi and rushed into the crowd.

Lott seemed to have foreseen the surging crowd and adjusted his movements to avoid passersby.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be surprised.

Lott was now upstream, but no one could touch him.

Perfect route and perfect body control.

How could these bounty hunters catch up with him?

Even the experienced hunters could not compare to him now.

In the end, the bounty hunters were shaken off by him.

Lott chose to stop.

Since last night, he had not taken a shower.

He reeked of foul smell.

He wanted to take a good shower and sleep.

He went to a hotel and got himself a standard room.

He showered and changed into new clothes.

Then, Lott lay on the hotel bed.

He recalled the information he had learned today.

He kept gathering a network of information in his mind.

The power of the police department.

The power of the gangs.

The power of the Ian Family.

Countless bright and dark lines intertwined.

Thinking about it, Lott fell asleep.

He was in the dark now, so the ones who should have a headache were those from the Ian Family.

…

In the Ian Family.

A man was sitting on a chair and reading a report seriously.

It was so quiet that it seemed like he was the only one in the main area.

No one dared to make any noise around him.

The man looked at the report in his hand.

He frowned slightly.

“Haven’t we caught all the suspects?”

The man asked.

“Sir Ian, we’ll catch them soon. Please give us a little more time.”

A young man immediately went forward and knelt on one knee to answer.

The man who asked the question was Old Ian.

His tone was extremely cold.

“I don’t like to repeat things twice.

“Do you understand?”

The cold voice resounded throughout the entire living room.

The kneeling man’s expression was clearly a little fearful.

He naturally knew the meaning of this sentence.

He did not doubt the viciousness of the man in front of him at all.

“Yes! This time, the one who attacked is one of the family’s leaders, Bieber.

“We can definitely capture him immediately!”

The kneeling man lowered his head and promised.

Old Ian seemed to be a little tired.

“Then go quickly. The family can’t lose face anymore.”

He waved his hand and told him to get lost.

The kneeling man immediately bowed and left the living room.

He closed the door.

Only the old man who was deep in thought and the butler, Howard, were left.

“Master, you don’t have to worry so much. Bieber is the strongest among us. With him, there will definitely be no problem.”

Howard bent down and comforted Old Ian.

“Yeah, I hope so.”

Old Ian looked at the report in his hand with a sharp gaze.

The information of the suspects was written on it.

Among them was Lott’s!

On the information form, many people were marked with the symbol “X” next to them.

If nothing went wrong, they should have been dealt with by the Ian Family.

Kill 1,000 by mistake and not let one go.

This slogan was not for nothing.

The energy contained within it could be seen.

However, there were still a few people whose information was still empty.

How could he tolerate this?

“Tell Bieber that it doesn’t matter if they live or die. The important thing is that the people on this list must disappear, understand?”

Old Ian put down the watch in his hand and turned around to leave.

His orders were also quickly passed down…

…

In the hotel.

After resting for a few hours, Lott had already recovered his strength.

He did not use his identity card when he registered in the hotel.

He believed that it would still take some time for these people to find him.

Outside the hotel, it started to rain again.

Lott did not stay idle either.

Elbow strike!

Flying kick!

Movement technique!

Without any emotion, he just trained little by little like a machine.

He trained solidly.

He did not waste every push-up and leg lift.

The effect of the training was also intuitive.

There were constant notifications of attribute strengthening.

These sounds were like the sound of nature, entering Lott’s ears, who was panting heavily.

These did not make him tired at all.