Reality New York Suburb

The old bus, the country music played on the radio echoed in the carriage, the dark wheels ran over the asphalt road, the body occasionally undulated with the pebbles on the asphalt road, the dusty pendants in the car shook slightly, and even the warm red of the sunset remaining on it seemed to carry the temperature of "tired birds returning to the forest".

The bus traveled for a long time, and after driving through the bustling downtown area of New York, it followed the avenue and headed west.

Morning, noon, afternoon.

The bus stopped and went until near dusk, and did not reach its destination. All the way west, I came to a small farm area in the middle of nowhere.

A fiery red sunset hung over the hills, and the bustling towering buildings of New York City were nowhere to be seen, and the small farm areas here were sparsely housed, and at a glance you could see large fenced pastures, the grass of the pastures was green and yellow, and some elderly cattle herders carried the slow-moving beef cattle with wooden poles, followed by a few old dogs, and slowly drove the cattle back to the barn.

As the bus passed by, the number of people on the bus changed more or less, but the farther away from the city, the fewer people remained on the bus, until the setting sun spilled into the car through the dust-stained glass, and finally there were only four people left in the car - an old couple sitting next to each other, a man with a black cap, and a young plainclothes policeman Adam.

Adam sat in the last row of the bus, a position that allowed him to clearly see the movements of everyone in the bus, and he sat in the seat in the right window, counting the number of stops where the bus stopped, silently drawing the route of the bus and where he was currently in his mind. He pretended to be careless to enjoy the sunset and the afterglow of the distant mountains, but from time to time he looked at the back of the man in the black cap in front of him on the left - this was his target, but he never saw the target ever want to get out of the car, nor did he see the target pick up his mobile phone to contact others, all day, the man in the black cap sat silently in his place, letting the people in the seats next to him change one after another.

Where is he going?

What is he waiting for?

Adam frowned, many questions crowded into his mind, but he had no way of verifying.

He sighed and pulled up the collar of his coat to slightly hide his chin so that his face could not be easily seen.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Adam's pocket vibrated for a moment, and he took out his mobile phone to look at it, and found that it was an order from his superiors-

[Continue to track the target, be careful not to reveal your whereabouts]

[Open positioning, support will arrive soon]

Receiving instructions, Adam turned on the phone's GPS location.

At the same time, the man in the cap suddenly reached into the pocket of his black coat, and after a few seconds, took it out again.

As if he had found something, he looked back in Adam's direction.

Adam was startled, and hurriedly looked away, pretending to cough and smacking his lips.

Exposed?

Adam held his breath, but didn't dare to look at his target again.

After a long silence, ......the man in the black cap withdrew his gaze, stood up in his seat, and walked to the bus gate.

He's getting out of the car.

The bus driver saw in the rearview mirror that a passenger was about to get off the bus, so he slowed down and slowly stopped in front of the road sign in front of him.

"Squeak-" The bus slowed down and stopped in front of a beat-up wooden sign. The door opened, and the man in the cap got out of the back door, lowered the brim of his hat and put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards a farm not far away.

Adam stood up and was about to get off the bus with him, but the man in the cap outside the car stopped and looked back at the bus vigilantly, and Adam hurriedly sat back in his seat, raised his hand, and only pretended to close the window.

"......" The man in the cap stared at Adam with cold eyes until the bus slowly closed.

After confirming that no second passenger had gotten out of the car, the man in the cap withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the farm.

(Has it been discovered...... ）

Adam sat by the window and reluctantly slammed his fist on the back of the chair, a move that frightened the old couple sitting in the front row.

It was he who was careless.

The other party seemed to have a signal detector in his pocket, and at the moment when he turned on the GPS positioning, he detected the signal and found that he was being followed, so he got out of the car.

He was exposed.

As a plainclothes policeman, the operation was declared a failure.

Adam scratched his hair angrily and looked up at the driver: "Driver, I'm going to get off at the next stop." ”

"Okay—" The driver replied, gesturing to him.

Adam leaned back in his seat, lowered his head, and busily summoned his superiors—

"The target got off at Lamb Farm 13 and was lost."

Reality New York City Downtown

Chasing and being chased doesn't stop at the suburban buses.

The bustling New York connection is no less thrilling.

Four black cars drove through the bustling neighborhood into New York's 42nd Street - the well-known red light district of New Yorkers, a chaotic street where men and women laughed and laughed, the lights were bright and neon-lit to illuminate the darkness of the night, the occasional thug could be seen fighting in the streets, shouting and tearing in the back alleys, some disheveled women could be seen standing on the second-floor balcony and looking at the pedestrians on the road, and the bars that were open all night provided shelter for the travelers, and it became a paradise for laughter and lewdness on earth.

"Squeak—"

Two gray cars scurried out at the intersection ahead, blocking the path of the four black cars.

The four black cars were about to turn around when they were blocked by three other gray cars.

- They were surrounded.

"Click."

The windows of the gray car were rolled down, and the muzzles of the guns protruding from the inside of the cars were aimed at four black cars, and in the gray cars at the front, a brown-haired man, about forty-five years old, with a sturdy build, dressed in a crisp suit, with black-rimmed glasses, and a hint of sarcasm on his lips, as if the hunter was delighted when he caught his prey.

"Theo, I know you're in there."

“……”

"Do you still want to be a turtle with a shrunken head? It's not like your style. ”

“……”

No matter what he said, the four black cars surrounded by him never moved.

The man in the white suit snorted, he leaned to the side, staring nonchalantly over the forty-second block, snapping his fingers, and then, through the window of a gray car, a Gatling gun poked out.

"Even if your car is bulletproof, it can't match this guy." He muttered in a low voice, his fingers tapping on the cold Gatling.

His meaning was clear – this was not a negotiation, it was a threat.

He's going to see Theo, now, immediately, right away.

"Click." After a few seconds of silence, the door of one of the black sedans opened, and out of the black sedan was a young man - the young man who had just been kidnapped.

He looked young, only about twenty-five, with a thin build, wearing a white shirt, with short hair parted in the middle, one of which was highlighted in a dark blue and hanging down to his ear, and the end of his hair brushed against the cross stud earring in his left ear.

Looking at the man in the white suit in front of him, he smiled lightly: "Mr. Victor, I didn't expect it to be you, I haven't seen you for a long time, aren't you supposed to launder money in Las Vegas now, how did you get here?" ”

"Avis, hand over Theo." The man known as Victor looked at him with a non-smiling smile.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying." Ives politely replied, "Isn't Mr. Theo already under the control of the police...... Under your design. ”

His last sentence was soft, but it carried weight.

The corners of Victor's mouth twitched, and he pressed it down silently: "I don't understand what you're saying. ”

"There are some things, although you don't say it, it doesn't mean that others don't know about it." Ives paused, "For example, colluding with the black police to set up a trap for Mr. Theo." ”

"Click." Victor pointed his gun at Avis, "Young man, it's better to be careful when you speak." ”

His tone was cold-blooded and indifferent, as if in his opinion, killing people was a simple matter.

Avis smiled slightly, calmly opened the car door, and pulled out a man wearing a black hood and a black prison uniform from the car.

"Today we went to pick up an old friend, but it seems that Mr. Victor was misunderstood, this is not Mr. Theo."

He kicked the prisoner in the knee, forcing the prisoner to kneel in front of Victor, and then Avis ripped off the man's black hood, allowing Victor to see the prisoner's face - it was just an ordinary man with no name, not the notorious felon, Theo.

"......" Victor narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring at Avis.

Ives raised his hand politely: "Naturally, if this person is the person Mr. Victor is looking for, then offer ...... with both hands."

Before Avis could finish speaking, Victor shot the prisoner to death.

The man didn't even have time to snort before he collapsed in blood.

Ives raised his eyebrows, looked at the still warm corpse in front of him, raised his eyes, and met the killing intent in Victor's eyes.

"Hmph, what a trick 'bag adjustment plan', Theo didn't get in the car from the beginning, you used a fake to divert my attention, and you deserve to be a henchman cultivated by Theo."

"Thanks for the compliment." Avis bowed slightly, and continued to listen without changing his face.

"You tell Theo that I will definitely kill him, whether he is 'inside' or 'outside', he is no match for me." Victor put away his pistol, turned and got into the gray car.

“…… Mr. Theo also wants me to convey a message to you. Avis looked at Victor, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, "If he is free, he will definitely find you to 'catch up'." ”

He pressed the last note, and the word "reminiscence" had a deep meaning.

Victor glared at Avis and rolled up the window, "Drive." ”

"Yes."

The gray sedan started and left, followed by the other gray sedans.

In the back alley, there are only four black cars left.

Ives silently looked at the backs of the departing cars, faded his calm expression, and replaced it with a cold-blooded face.

He opened the door of the black sedan and got into the car.

"Sir, where are we going now?" The men in the front row looked at Avis.

Ives turned on his phone and pulled up the route map of a bus.

The bus winds its way from downtown New York City to suburban farms, with countless buildings, homes and farms along the way.

"Follow this route, be sure to find Mr. Theo."

"Yes."