The director of the Salt Lake City FBI branch had actually guessed wrong. Jiang Hao had not gone into the mountains; he had simply switched to another mode of transportation and continued down the highway.
The FBI had long since identified his pickup truck. How could he possibly keep driving it? Sigh, another pickup wasted.
After driving to Salt Lake City, Jiang Hao did not stop. He merely found a gas station, filled the tank, and hit the road again.
The FBI was searching the world over for Jiang Hao, yet they could not find a trace of him. By then, his vehicle had already entered the Yellowstone National Park area.
Yellowstone National Park was enormous. Being the world's largest national park was no exaggeration—it covered a full nine thousand square kilometers. After driving to Yellowstone's outskirts, he left the little steel cannon by the roadside and released an off-road motorcycle.
From this point on, his Yellowstone National Park filming journey officially began.
The off-road motorcycle sped across the grasslands and threaded through dense forests. He did not take the roads. Only out in the wilderness could he truly appreciate Yellowstone's scenery. The place was filled with coniferous forests and towering trees. Statistics showed that forests covered 80 percent of Yellowstone National Park.
In the previous world, as a werewolf, he had loved the mountains and forests. He loved the feeling of running through the jungle. The forest was his home, his territory.
Where he could ride, he rode. When he encountered slopes strewn with rocks, he put away the motorcycle and leaped and climbed among the boulders, no slower at all. Several hours passed in the blink of an eye. He had no idea how far he had traveled before stopping atop a mountain peak.
He climbed a large