At 2:57, Dumfrey got off at the Qingjiangqiao bus stop.

The taxi quickly disappeared into the night, and it took more than ten minutes for the driver to suddenly realize that he had come to the Qingjiang Bridge area from near the wetland park - and in the meantime, he couldn't remember a single thing, and he lost his shirt.

Qingjiang Bridge is one of the transportation hubs connecting the three districts on the north bank and the five districts on the south bank, so there are still many vehicles passing by at this time. Some large trucks that are not allowed to enter the fourth district of the center during the day also pass at night, with bright lights and rumbling sounds.

Dunfrey tucked the hem of his kaftan into his trousers and put on a driver's coat. Stop for a while under the bus stop sign to watch the cars coming off the bridge. Then he moved his gaze to the night sky, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked for it with his spare eyes.

Four points of light that flickered regularly were quickly found.

It was four drones, flying over the middle of the bridge. Unlike the red and yellow rays of civilian UAVs, their light is reddish-blue.

It's a drone of the Secret Service. This means that the CIA convoy has also just reached the middle of the bridge.

Dumfrey retracted his gaze and began to look for something else in the traffic, quickly naming himself on a small red car that was about to drive off the bridge.

There is something "stuff" on the owner of the car. In fact, everyone has these "things". Dunfrey can't see or touch them, but he can feel and influence them. This ability is not acquired through practice, but from some higher, detached being from this world. It hasn't been long since he got this ability, and he's slowly learning to adapt to it and control it.

He concentrated, touched the "thing" on the driver in the car, and tugged at it gently.

It worked.

The owner of the car was a 30-year-old man. Wear a white shirt, trousers, and a loose tie, and a shirt over the passenger seat. There were two cups of coffee on the cup holder after the gear, one half-drunk and one still full. He had just finished working overtime and had to catch up all night when he got home. One cup of coffee is used to refresh yourself while driving, and another is to drink at work at night.

The car had to go down from the bridge, and there were large trucks in front of it and on the right side. He didn't like the dangerous environment and decided to overtake.

But after driving for more than 40 minutes, he felt a little numb in the elbows of both arms - he had been lying at his desk since seven o'clock yesterday morning, and he only stretched his body slightly when he walked out of the office building at two o'clock, and he still felt tense all over his body.

So he shook his left arm and pulled it slightly.

Perhaps due to too much fatigue and sluggishness, the range of movement was a little large - it touched the cup.

Two cups of coffee were poured on the side seat together, and the jacket was wet. The owner subconsciously reached for the cup, but it was not enough.

The big truck in front was carrying red bricks. Several red bricks on the stack were loose and fell to the ground, and three of them happened to be stacked in one place, forming a "product" character.

When the owner reached for the coffee cup, the left front wheel was rolling against the three bricks. A piece bounced up and hit the chassis. The other two stood up and burst the hub. The owner of the car heard two noises and subconsciously stepped on the brakes, but found that he couldn't brake - the car hit the side diagonally.

Two minutes later, the exit of the lower bridge was blocked.

The red car was wrenched under the car by a large truck, which was lying diagonally across the middle of the road. Later, two trucks rear-ended, and three taxis formed a zigzag. Among them, there were also six cars and two vans, which were also sandwiched in the middle.

A van leaked oil. A car owner was driving a cigarette and the cigarette butt fell to the ground after the car was knocked over, and the oil flowed towards the cigarette butt.

Dumfrey smiled and walked over the bridge.

The scene of the car accident was in a panic, with moans, screams, and exclamations mixed together. The car behind it stopped, and many owners tried to run over to save people. Dumfrey walked among them, as if he were in this world, but beyond the world, and nothing could affect him.

And that's exactly what happened – cigarette butts finally ignited the gasoline, and the flames flashed and people fled in terror. But Dumfrey walked towards the car wrapped in flames without the slightest fear.

Twelve paces later he crossed the car, which had a deflagration. Glass shards and metal shards were splashed everywhere from the deflagration, but they all narrowly brushed against him, blowing only his hair.

He walked nearly a hundred more steps through the crowd and stagnant traffic, and saw three black vans of the Secret Service. I can't figure out which one Li Qingyan is in...... But it doesn't matter.

One of the four drones flew over the crash site, and three more. The firepower of this drone is better than that of police drones, which is good - but now it is his.

He parked behind an SUV, more than forty paces away from the CIA convoy. The owner of this car was busy stretching his neck to watch the excitement, and he didn't notice him standing in the back of the car.

So Dunfrey took a deep breath and tried to feel something in the three vans.

This time it is not about looking for "things" in people, but for things that exist in all objects, events, and even phenomena in the world. These "things" are more regular, stable, and easier to operate than humans.

It's just that what he's looking for now is a bit complicated...... But it doesn't matter. What he experienced was a certain "feeling". Just find that "feeling", give it a gentle push, and things will run on their own. For example, a person does not need to know the inner workings of a vehicle when driving, just how to make it work.

Got it.

He dialed it - to make "it" go in the direction he wanted.

The internal coding procedures of the three Secret Service drones had different "bugs" due to extreme accidents. But in the end, they were all ordered to turn on the attack system, and the "Bee Needle" miniature rocket array mounted under the fuselage was turned into three vans.

There were also three operators in the car, and the anomaly could have been detected on the tablet in time. But all three of them were slightly distracted at this point for different reasons - one to see what was going on in front of them, one to see if there was anything unusual in the promotion club suspects escorted in the rear, and one just felt an itchy nose and squinted his eyes slightly to sneeze.

At this time, Li Qingyan was still thinking about how to continue his next move after getting out tonight. The place of "escape" that Pei Yuanxiu said was on the Qingjiang Bridge - he could take serious students to dive, so that it would be difficult for the people of the Secret Service to pursue them. But he was old and had never practiced. If you jump from the 30-meter-high bridge deck into the icy water of the autumn night, you will die...... He'd have to think of a safer way.

Then he became aware of the anomaly.

A sense of crisis struck suddenly, as if something terrible was about to happen. He subconsciously focused to see the "luck" of the other people in the car – a habit he had developed over the years.

I found that the drone operator in front of the car was about to sneeze "Yun", as if he was being pulled by some kind of force...... All in unison!