Chapter 129: Tom’s Need for Speed
“Investigate the ID, find her family, and show them the photo of her surgically altered face. Have them confirm whether she’s the real deal or not.”
Wang Qiang gave Shi Guang clear instructions for the next phase of the investigation.
“Yes, team leader!”
Shi Guang quickly acknowledged the order and hurriedly hung up the phone.
“Phew…”
“Good thing I didn’t get yelled at…”
At the city bureau, Shi Guang let out a sigh of relief.
He had braced himself for a scolding.
But to his surprise, Wang Qiang only barked once and moved on.
Shi Guang felt like he had dodged a bullet.
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Hotel Surveillance Room
Wang Qiang put his phone down and continued staring at the surveillance feed, focusing on the fifth floor.
“Team leader, take a break.”
“Eat something first, I’ll watch for now.”
A female officer walked over with a boxed meal and offered.
“Alright, you take over for a bit.”
Wang Qiang nodded, took the meal, got up, and let the officer take his seat while he stepped aside to eat.
The female officer sat down and kept her eyes on the monitors.
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Room 507
Fang Xiaocao finished her meal, tossed the empty container into the trash, and picked up her phone. Seeing no new messages, she set it aside.
With nothing else to do and unable to leave the room, she decided to work out.
A strong body was key to survival, and she wasn’t about to let physical weakness put her in danger.
Yoga, squats, push-ups—she laid out a full-body workout plan, covering flexibility, core strength, lower body, waist, hips, and upper body strength.
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Room 512
“I’m hungry. Let’s order takeout.”
Axi put down his gun and spoke to Han Xue.
“Here, order it yourself.”
Han Xue tossed her phone onto the bed.
She was still fuming inside.
That little brat dared to yell at me?
“Hmph~”
Han Xue pouted, grumbling to herself.
Axi shot her a glare, picked up the phone, and opened the food delivery app.
In no time, he placed an order.
He had already extracted all the passwords from her before the killing even began.
After ordering, he casually tossed the phone back onto the bed, leaned into the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.
But his hand never left the gun.
Axi was on high alert, always tense, never truly feeling safe.
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A Remote Road Outside the City
“Pull over immediately!”
A Wuling Hongguang minivan was speeding recklessly down the deserted road.
Behind it, two police cars with flashing sirens were tailing closely, sticking to the van’s bumper.
The loudspeaker kept blaring commands at the driver.
But the driver ignored them completely, pressing down hard on the gas.
“I have to shake them off.”
“Her Highness is still waiting for me.”
Gritting his teeth, the driver muttered under his breath.
That driver? None other than Tom.
Tom’s luck had been awful today.
He had followed GPS directions to a remote area, found a good spot to dispose of bodies, and had barely dug a few shovelfuls when police sirens howled in the distance.
Panic-stricken, Tom quickly packed up and prepared to escape.
But before he could abandon the Wuling Hongguang and flee into the mountains, four police cars had already surrounded him.
Tom wasn’t ranked high on the black market hit list for nothing—his reflexes were no joke.
With four squad cars closing in from all directions, he instantly dropped the shovel, jumped into the minivan, and floored the gas pedal.
A minivan shouldn’t have that kind of acceleration, but somehow, the Wuling Hongguang shot forward with the power of a sports car.
Seeing Tom trying to escape, the police cars gave chase immediately.
Gritting his teeth, Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out two button-sized micro-bombs.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, he rolled down the window and casually tossed them out.
The micro-bombs had built-in electromagnets.
As soon as they hit the ground, Tom pulled out a tiny remote and pressed the red button.
The bombs on the road lit up with alternating red and green flashes.
The two closest police cars sped past, triggering the magnets—snap!—the devices latched onto their undercarriages.
Seeing this through the rearview mirror, Tom smirked coldly.
Squinting slightly, he pressed the red button again.
“Three, two, one…”
“Boom.”
As soon as he muttered the word, two muffled explosions erupted behind him.
Fire spurted from under the police cars, and their hoods popped open.
Both vehicles were instantly disabled.
Tom had controlled the blast power precisely—the explosions only wrecked the cars, leaving the officers inside with minor concussions at worst.
Taking out two police cars in a flash, Tom’s confidence soared.
He slammed the gas pedal to the floor.
The Wuling Hongguang’s engine roared wildly, but…
It was still just a minivan.
No matter how hard he pushed it, he couldn’t shake off the two remaining police cars.
“Damn it…”
“This car is still too slow.”
Tom cursed under his breath.
He couldn’t afford to get caught.
Not only would the two micro-bombs land him a hefty prison sentence…
He still had three bodies in his trunk.
Three lives.
And this country had the death penalty.
Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he frantically searched his pockets for something—anything—that could help him escape.
Then, his eyes lit up.
He pulled out… a Poké Ball.
Yes. A red-and-white Poké Ball, just like in the anime.
Tom smirked, tossed it in his hand a couple of times, then pressed the button and chucked it out the window.
“Go, my precious~”
He chuckled.
The Poké Ball was his ace in the hole, his secret weapon.
For the first time since the chase began, the anxiety on his face disappeared entirely.
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion echoed.
The shockwave made the Wuling Hongguang’s windows vibrate loudly.
Tom shrank his neck slightly and glanced at the rearview mirror.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky, engulfing the police cars behind him.
A smug grin spread across his face.
This Poké Ball was his latest creation—a multi-purpose weapon combining a flashbang, a smoke bomb, and a shock grenade.
It looked small, but it packed a punch.
It was perfect for making an escape.
Tom had never tested it before.
This was a last-minute addition to his gear, tossed into his pocket on a whim.
Who would’ve thought it would come in handy at such a critical moment?
Tom drove the Wuling Hongguang to the foot of a mountain, wedged a baseball bat against the gas pedal to keep it going, then—
With a swift motion—
Dove out of the window.
(End of Chapter 129)
