Manchester's highway patrol unit has finally met its match today.
They'd seen illegal sports cars that went over 200 km/h before, but this was the first time they'd ever encountered one that dared to maintain that speed in the rain.
"Leave it to me." The department's ace drove off in a specially modified Lotus Carlton.
Although its model is very ordinary, it boasts a 381-horsepower, 3.6L inline 6-cylinder engine, accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in just 5.2 seconds, and has a top speed of nearly 280 km/h.
After being specially modified by the Manchester Police, the horsepower reached an astonishing 400, and the top speed reached a terrifying 296 km/h.
However, reality slapped them hard in the face.
Whenever their ace was about to catch up with that illegal blue-black sports car, the other car would suddenly accelerate and leave him far behind.
Once or twice is fine, but this has already happened seven or eight times.
"This is unbelievable!"
The superintendent of the Manchester Highway Police immediately decided to dispatch a helicopter to prevent the other party from escaping.
Their helicopters are equipped with state-of-the-art aerial cameras, capable of capturing high-definition footage within a 3-kilometer radius.
Although the effectiveness of the helicopter will be greatly reduced by rainy days, it will continue to track the target as long as the target does not suddenly disappear.
As Vincent sped along the highway in his Bugatti Veyron, he saw the black dot in the sky getting closer and closer, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face.
"They've already issued a Samsung warrant for arrest so quickly."
Hermione glanced nervously out the car window.
When she saw a police helicopter approaching, she quickly pulled her head back inside.
"The helicopters have already been deployed. Do you think we can still escape?"
"Of course." Vincent shifted the upshift paddle on the steering wheel. "This car is faster than the military's latest Apache attack helicopter."
The intense push from the acceleration made Hermione instinctively hug Gu Gu tighter in her arms.
"Gu Gu!"
She loosened her grip slightly. "Sorry, little one."
Then she looked at Crookshanks was nestled on Vincent's lap.
Completely calm, even with her eyes half-closed as if she were about to fall asleep.
"Little traitor..." Hermione muttered to herself, then mustered her courage to look out the car window.
The world in her eyes became extremely blurry, but the long highway continued to stretch forward.
This was the first time she had ever experienced a speed exceeding 300 km/h, and her heart was racing uncontrollably.
Vincent shifted the upshift paddle again. "Take a deep breath, concentrate, and you'll see a different view."
Hermione did as she was told, and her heartbeat slowed down, and the world around her seemed to slow down as well.
She could clearly see the dense raindrops hitting the car window and the small puddles on the road ahead.
As the car drove by, the splashing water collided with the falling rainwater, like transparent fireworks exploding.
"This is..."
"Welcome to the new world." Vincent's bright blue eyes were particularly striking, and his smile was especially warm.
Hermione instantly forgot all her troubles and became completely absorbed in the moment.
She glanced at the speedometer.
343, 344, 345...
Gradually, she stopped feeling afraid.
The police helicopter pilots outside were dumbfounded.
What the heck was that illegal sports car? Not only could the helicopter not catch up in the rain, but it was also getting faster and faster.
Seeing that the drone camera had lost track of the other party, the driver immediately notified his superiors.
Without much hesitation, the superintendent of the highway patrol department picked up the phone and called the chief of Manchester police.
The director's first reaction after hearing the report was that it was nonsense, until the footage from the aerial camera came through.
"Notify Birmingham to set up roadblocks!"
The Birmingham police chief initially thought it was nonsense, but after seeing the aerial footage, he immediately realized that he had encountered a god.
It's raining now, how can a human drive at speeds exceeding 350km/h?
Could it be those F1 gods?
Ten minutes later, he finally realized that he was wrong, and very wrong.
A roadblock consisting of a row of armored vehicles and a spike strip more than ten meters long was completely ineffective, because the enemy could fly. The powerful inertia generated by emergency braking caused the vehicles to overturn and roll over the armored vehicles and spike strip.
Moreover, after landing, it drifted to straighten the car, leaving only the mocking red taillights.
This shocking scene was immediately transmitted to the military.
It's not that the police are incompetent; it's just that the other side's actions were too outrageous.
However, the military, which is usually quick to act, remained silent for a long time, and their final response was to stop the pursuit.
It wasn't even a suggestion, but rather a command.
When asked, they said it was classified; when asked again, they said it was related to the intelligence agency.
No wonder it can maintain a speed of over 400 km/h; it's truly a god-like being.
And since it can still run after being driven for so long, that car must be some kind of secret, probably nuclear-powered.
The police quickly stopped the pursuit, Vincent was wondering what was going on when the Magical Communicator on his wrist rang.
Once the communication was established, Eric's extremely serious face appeared on the projection screen.
"You little rascal, you're quite the troublemaker!"
Vincent immediately made a connection, "Seriously? My speeding would alarm you?"
Eric, inside the light screen, twitched his lips violently.
He glanced at Hermione, who looked slightly nervous, and his expression softened. "If it weren't for my old friend in the intelligence agency recognizing your car, the military would probably have already taken action."
"Huh?" Vincent looked disappointed. "Really? I was planning on something more exciting."
Eric's lips twitched again. "Alright, bring the car back another day, and I'll get you a military license plate."
"Dad, now..."
"Now you'd better go to school obediently."
After saying that, he ended the communication.
Vincent shrugged helplessly at Hermione. "Looks like our thrilling adventure is coming to an end."
If it weren't for Eric's old friend in the intelligence agency, the two of them would have experienced a five-star wanted level, or even the legendary six-star wanted level.
However, unlike his regrets, Hermione is now full of questions.
She looked at him like a curious child, "What is the intelligence agency? And what does your father do? Why did the police suddenly stop the pursuit?"
Vincent slowed down and patiently answered her questions.
The intelligence agency is the Britain Secret Intelligence Service, abbreviated as "SIS", and is often referred to as MI6 or MI6 Intelligence Bureau.
This is an external intelligence agency whose main function is to provide classified intelligence on matters of vital interest to the Britain, such as security, defense, foreign policy and economic policy, at the request of the Joint Intelligence Committee and with the approval of ministers.
Eric served in the Britain 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, the world's first formal special operations force, the SAS.
"I told you before that my father served in the SAS. He wasn't just an ordinary combatant; he was the captain of the Red Team."
Hermione finally understood why Vincent dared to beat Draco up as soon as he entered school.
With Eric backing him up, he certainly has the right to act lawlessly.
However, the shock Vincent brought her went far beyond that.
"Because SAS personnel are so outstanding, they are usually invited to join various Britain intelligence agencies after retiring. My father retired completely because he wanted a stable life; otherwise, he would at least be the head of some intelligence department now."
With such a powerful background and connections, they could probably just raze Malfoy Manor to the ground.