Don't Move! FBI!

After instructing his driver, David turned to an agent in the back seat who was carrying a laptop.

"Check if any other vehicles have driven off this road in the past hour!"

The three black SUVs then started up, turned, and drove off down the side road, speeding forward.

The agent in the back seat quickly worked on the computer and got the results: apart from that convoy, no other vehicles had driven off the highway.

"They're the ones!"

David thought to himself.

The country road was quiet at night. Apart from the three black SUVs, there were no other vehicles. The three cars sped along and soon arrived at a new fork in the road.

The detective driving the car slowed down and prepared to stop.

However, David's eyes lit up when he saw one of the dirt roads. Several tire tracks of varying depths, widths, and patterns were clearly visible on the ground. Although they were not deep, they were still clearly visible.

David interrupted his men's attempt to stop the car, pointing at the dirt road and shouting.

"Go that way!"

The convoy, which was about to stop, accelerated again and turned onto the dirt road. At this moment, the FBI agents in the car finally noticed the clear tire tracks on the ground and quickly understood what their boss had done.

Although they learned tracking during their training, they still couldn't distinguish vehicle tracks in the rainy night. It has to be said, the boss is the boss!

David had no time to enjoy the admiration of his agents. The three cars sped forward following the tracks on the ground, while he held a tablet and kept swiping on a high-definition satellite map, checking the situation ahead. Soon, a small building appeared on the satellite map.

David's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly zoomed out on the map to check the distance between the building and their current location.

"Slow down! Put on your night vision goggles! Turn off your headlights!"

Because it was a nighttime mission in the suburbs, and the rain and clouds blocked the moonlight, resulting in extremely low visibility, David ordered all his men to carry night vision goggles.

At David's command, everyone took out their night vision goggles and put them on. The darkness outside the car windows became clear, even clearer than when the headlights were shining on them.

To avoid being spotted by the headlights, the three SUVs turned off their lights and slowly drove forward using night vision devices.

They have now entered a remote area on the outskirts of Los Angeles, where there is hardly anyone around. They have been driving for a long time without seeing a single house. The building shown on the map, located a dozen kilometers ahead, is very likely the location of their target.

Three black SUVs with their lights off were completely hidden in the night, their bodies shrouded in darkness. As they slowed down, the noise from their vehicles was not loud, so they were not likely to be spotted from a few hundred meters away.

The vehicle moved slowly through the night, getting closer and closer to the target location. Finally, through the green screen of the night vision goggles, David spotted the inconspicuous farmhouse building.

The farm was lit up at the moment, and not far behind the farm stood a huge barn, a common sight in the countryside!

Although there was no trace of the convoy outside the building, the huge barn could completely hide the convoy's vehicles, and at first glance, it seemed to be just an ordinary rural farm.

But David doesn't think so!

"Slow down and approach slowly!"

With David's command, the already slow speed of the car decreased further, and at the same time, the noise from the vehicle became even quieter.

The countryside is very quiet at night, and it's easy to be spotted if you're not careful.

About two hundred meters from the farm, David ordered the convoy to stop.

"Thermal imager!"

The agent in the back seat quickly handed David a small handheld thermal imager.

David first checked the barn and found no one inside, then he began to check the houses with the lights on.

In the two-story building, five figures were all gathered on the first floor. Judging from their outlines and movements, they all seemed to be adult men, with no women or children present.

David had basically confirmed his goal.

After observing for a while and confirming that the other party had not noticed anything unusual, David picked up the communicator again and began making arrangements.

Inside the room, Gerard, the head of the security team, had just hung up the phone with Miller.

They arrived at this remote farm under the cover of night and moved all the experimental equipment and instruments to the basement. The researchers are now debugging the equipment in the basement, while he and the security personnel are guarding the first floor.

After reporting his successful arrival to Miller visibly relaxed and instructed him to oversee the researchers to begin analyzing the new anti-cancer drug as soon as possible, ensuring that the drug's components and preparation methods were identified before S.H.I.E.L.D. Bio Company completed its clinical trials.

After receiving the order, Gerard hung up the phone, went down to the basement to supervise the researchers, relayed Miller's request to them, and then sat down on the sofa on the first floor.

The place was very remote, and he wasn't worried about being discovered at all, so he wasn't too wary and simply picked up a magazine and started flipping through it.

Their role is essentially to monitor these researchers and prevent them from leaking information, revealing their locations and messages.

Just as he picked up the magazine and flipped through a few pages, the sound of a car suddenly came from outside the window, followed by a screeching sound of brakes, and then the sound of car doors opening.

Gerard was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was happening and ran to the window in a few steps. He looked out but saw nothing, only heard a rapid approach of footsteps.

Looking out from the brightly lit room, he couldn't see anything at all, especially with several cars without their headlights on.

Before he could react, the front door of the house was suddenly kicked open. Gerard instinctively reached for the gun at his waist, only to see several figures quickly file in, pointing several pistols directly at him and his men who had not yet reacted.

"Don't move! FBI!"

"Put your hands up!"

Facing the gun barrel, especially when the other party shouted "FBI," Gerard dared not make any rash moves. He slowly removed his hand from the holster and slowly raised it.

He was just a security captain. It was fine to let him supervise researchers conducting secret studies, but it was unacceptable to ask him to confront the FBI head-on. He could find another job, but if he lost his life, it would be for real.

He believed that if he dared to touch the gun, an FBI agent's bullet would be lodged in his head the next moment!

So he obediently chose to surrender!