Simmons paused at his words. It was clearly impossible to persuade Chen Mo to change his mind, so he could only reluctantly accept.
Fine, bring it along. It was just a car. As long as Chen Mo was willing to go with him, none of this mattered!
Just as Simmons pulled out his phone and prepared to order someone to ready a transport helicopter, his gaze suddenly fixed on the car Chen Mo was sitting in.
That shabby yellow Chevrolet was exactly the car they had been searching for all night. From Sam, Simmons had learned that Chen Mo had traded a Porsche sports car worth one hundred thousand dollars for it!
An agent's sharp instincts made Simmons feel as though he had suddenly grasped something, yet he could not fully figure it out for the moment.
Still, the most important thing right now was getting Chen Mo back!
As Simmons headed outside, he made calls and ordered people to prepare a helicopter immediately. Even after everyone got into the vehicles and the two black SUVs and Chen Mo's Chevrolet drove toward the outskirts, Simmons remained in the car, frowning in deep thought.
No one noticed that the needle on the alien mechanical life-form radiation detector in the back of their vehicle was twitching slightly.
If they had gotten any closer to Chen Mo, the detector would have sounded an alarm. But Chen Mo had long known that Sector 7 possessed detection equipment, so he deliberately kept his distance from them. Nothing unusual was discovered along the way.
Because Chen Mo insisted on bringing his car, and the helicopter they had originally taken could not transport it, they did not return to the outpost where their helicopter had been parked. Instead, they headed straight for a small military airfield, where