In the minds of those big shots, ordinary people were nothing more than a symbol. American police killed over a thousand people every year; they would not care about adding one more international student.
The deputy director returned to his office and immediately contacted the FBI branch in Salt Lake City, ordering them to apprehend Jiang Hao. If the target showed even the slightest sign of resistance, they were authorized to shoot him dead.
Early that morning,
Jiang Hao woke from meditation and opened his eyes to an endless desert next door, dotted with cactus trees and low weeds. After meditating on a boulder all night, he did not feel the slightest bit tired. Instead, he felt refreshed, clear-headed, and completely at peace.
He took out bottled water and a toothbrush from his storage space, quickly washed up, and ate something before getting back on the road. Las Vegas was roughly seven hundred kilometers from Salt Lake City, a six-and-a-half-hour drive. During that time, Jiang Hao could think carefully about where he should go.
FBI Salt Lake City branch action team.
"The target's phone signal has vanished. We can't track him." They did not know that Jiang Hao usually kept his phone in his storage space.
"Cameras caught the target vehicle near Mesquite. It's heading toward St. George."
"Set up at the St. George rest area."
"Understood."
After driving for more than three hours, the pickup's tank was down to a quarter. It was almost noon, and a sign for the St. George rest area appeared two kilometers ahead. Jiang Hao turned into the rest area, intending to refuel and get lunch.
After filling up, relieving himself, and entering the rest area restaurant, he saw three or four tables of customers eating inside. Jiang Hao ordered a vegetable salad, chicken