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They received their orders.
Senior agent Clark and his subordinates immediately drove to the police station in two cars.
Once they learned the branch office had pinpointed Ye Hong’s whereabouts, they were no longer worried. Instead, Clark felt puzzled. Had the fugitives handed over their trace on a silver platter? Did they take everyone else for fools? If this Chinese man was related to Ye Hong’s escape, why was he leaving only now? This wasn’t how a professional intelligence officer would behave. Moreover, he got caught by the police.
What rotten luck!
A coincidence and a conspiracy merged, creating a complex mess.
Clark’s head started to pound.
He’d have to figure it out later.
Interrogation was his forte, after all.
Just as Clark was preparing for his encounter with Liu Zun, they arrived at a crossroads.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" echoed.
His car violently shook, brutally hit and sliding sideways. His head hit the car door frame - it hurt.
Then his car jolted again.
As expected, the car behind them couldn’t brake in time and rear-ended them.
The sudden car accident startled Clark. He thanked his lucky stars that it was an off-road vehicle that crashed into him and not a truck. With the speed they were going, he could’ve been meeting his maker.
Damn it.
So much for a peaceful morning.
Angry, Clark got out of his car.
"You, out of the car." Clark took out his gun, went over to the off-road vehicle, and pointed it at the driver who hit him.
"What did you say?"
A hazy voice emanated from the car. A man in his forties popped his head out, his face full of drunken stupor.
Seeing that the driver was a drunkard, Clark was tempted to hit him. But given the urgency of the situation, he couldn’t afford to waste time. He snatched the keys of the off-road vehicle and directly called the police.
"Let’s go." Clark turned around, ready to get back in his car.
The accident wasn’t severe, only the car door was slightly deformed. But he couldn’t afford to waste time here, lest he gets scolded by higher-ups. Not only would their team be present for the interrogation, there would also be remote interrogators and psychology experts, as well as Miller, watching.
But the drunkard was persistent. After his keys were yanked out, he was infuriated. He got out of his car, blocking Clark’s path while mumbling in an indiscernible language, struggling for balance.
Seeing that their vehicle’s path was blocked,
Clark wanted to shoot him, but they were on a busy street without the luxury of privacy. Pointing his gun at an unarmed civilian was not an option.
Damn it.
"George, you hold him here and wait for the cops. We’ll head to the police station." Clark made a quick decision.
"Yes, sir."
One of his subordinates immediately got out of the car, handcuffed the drunkard, and chained him to a street sign.
They were delayed for a few minutes.
Clark didn’t want to be late; everyone was waiting for him.
But before they could get far, the road was blocked again.
Upon asking around,
The traffic lights at the crossroads ahead were malfunctioning, leading many to crash into each other due to abrupt braking. Thankfully, it was a busy stretch of road where no one dared to speed, so no one was injured.
Everyone was cursing up a storm.
Looking at the traffic lights that kept intermittently flashing red and green,
Clark felt as if he shouldn’t have left the house today. All sorts of inconvenient incidents kept happening. Given how bad the traffic was, their car was not going to move anytime soon.
"Get out of the car. We’ll walk from here."
The police station wasn’t far from their location.
As Clark hurried on foot to the police station,
The soldiers who arrived at the station ahead of him began to take action.
Liu Zun was held in the detention room in the basement. To access it, they’d have to walk through the office area of the entire station - dozens of people were in there. But that wasn’t worrisome since outsiders regularly visited the police station. It wasn’t an isolation area. The tricky part was going through two manned doors.
Time was of the essence.
Two soldiers with western faces boldly walked into the police station.
There was no hint of nervousness.
Or any trace of emotion.
They were dressed in suits, carrying briefcases, and sporting sunglasses.
The American cops didn’t pay them any mind; they looked like typical lawyers. The officers continued with their work.
The two men stopped in front of a door.
With a flash of red light in his eyes, one of the soldiers, under Little Two’s control, used a tool to quickly unlock the door at an imperceptible speed.
"Click."
The two of them slipped in.
It was the changing room.
If they wanted to remove Liu Zun without causing a conflict, this was the only way. Otherwise, they couldn’t even go through the first door. The basement didn’t have any windows for them to break into.
The next steps would be easy.
The mechanical lock on the locker was no challenge to the soldiers. Unlocking it was as quick as using a key.
They rapidly found two suitable police uniforms and put them on.
One minute.
The door to the changing room was opened.
Two ’righteous’ American cops appeared in a flash.
They were wearing sunglasses.
Their expressions were cold.
They somewhat resembled terminators, just without the bulletproof capability. A bullet would injure them just as a normal human. However, their self-regulation and ’endurance’ recovery ability were superior.
When they arrived at the first door, a chubby middle-aged black cop sized them up and laughed, remarking:
"Bros, that’s real cool. Are you new here?"
"Hmm, we’re here to question someone." One soldier replied coldly.
"Who?"
"You’ll know soon enough."
