The Hunt by S.H.I.E.L.D.

In this era, not everyone could wear a mobile headset; only the team leader carried a walkie-talkie. Amidst the banging on the door, the anxious voice on the walkie-talkie was barely audible.

When the battering ram finally broke down the door, a group of people rushed in. "FBI, everyone stay still!" Almost everyone who entered was shouting, as if their voices were more lethal than bullets.

However, the captain, standing at the very back, finally heard the voice on the walkie-talkie clearly. "What! The target has already escaped through the window!"

The team members who entered the room but didn't find the target reported the same thing, "Report, no one was seen. Judging from the unusually broken window, they most likely escaped through the window."

The team leader yelled, "Do you even need to tell me?! Our men have already reported seeing them drive away. Everyone, get back to your cars! We're going to give chase! Move it, quick!"

Should we leave someone to search the premises?

"No need. Everyone back in the car, get moving!"

At the captain's loud command, all the fully armed agents ran back to the vehicle as fast as they could.

This situation naturally alarmed the landlord, old Gary. He cautiously went up to the third floor and saw a Legion people wearing black hoods and helmets, dressed in black military gear. How could this not frighten him?

Fortunately, there were large, conspicuous "FBI" markings on his upper arm and chest, which told him that this was an official operation, not a gang operation.

Seeing them preparing to leave, old Gary mustered his courage and stepped forward. "Sir, what's going on here?"

Before he could say anything more, old Gary was slammed against the wall. Although he wasn't being held at gunpoint, his captors were practically poking their fingers into his nose.

"Quiet! This is an FBI operation; civilians don't need to ask questions. Move aside; we still need to apprehend the criminals."

After issuing the warning, the agent controlling old Gary followed at the back of his team and left together.

At this moment, old Gary, who had been leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, afraid to look at anyone, secretly opened one eye to observe the situation in the corridor. He looked around and noticed that other tenants were also peeking out; none of them knew what was happening.

Old Gary checked each room one by one, and finally found the FBI's possible target in the last room: the room where Henry Brown kept the Tiger!

This was the only house damaged by the battering ram. Old Gary mustered his courage and peeked inside. Kitty, the Tabby Cat, wasn't there.

There weren't many things to hide inside the house, enough to conceal the large carnivore. That was the best news, at least they didn't have to worry about the Tiger running into the street.

As the landlord, old Gary felt it was his responsibility to check on the situation. That's why he went into the house he had rented to Henry.

After the FBI agents stormed in, they didn't cause much damage and quickly withdrew. So, apart from a few scattered footprints inside the house, there was no other loss...

Just as old Gary was thinking this, he entered the only room and saw a broken window and a large bed with only the frame remaining, without a mattress.

"Oh, shit." Old Gary peeked out the window and saw the mattress he had provided lying on the street.

Several guys who were about to drive by got out of their cars when their road was blocked and were standing on the street cursing. Someone even tried to drag the mattress off the road.

"What trouble has that Henry gotten himself into?" old Gary murmured worriedly.

The man, who was being worried about by his landlord, had managed to buy some time and temporarily escape the pursuit of the group that claimed to be the FBI but were actually from S.H.I.E.L.D..

However, he was far from relieved. A formal, officially organized manhunt wasn't so easy to escape.

Even without using movies as an example, he recalled watching live broadcasts on television of police chasing criminals for dozens of kilometers until they were finally intercepted or stopped due to an accident, and the criminals were arrested.

This group of S.H.I.E.L.D. were actually wearing an FBI guise, which made Henry unsure of the extent to which they would go. Because the more powerful an organization is, the more options they have for their actions, and they can even disregard losses. Not to mention they're wearing a disguise.

In contrast, police actions are generally methodical and not something they can do at will. They are relatively easier to predict.

So Henry's first thought was to get a new car.

Although stolen vehicles are quite conspicuous to the police after being reported stolen, the owners may not report the theft immediately. This window of opportunity is what Henry can exploit.

If you're still driving your old Cadillac, with its color and license plate already on the official records, it's far too obvious to the police.

Henry, who had never committed a crime or played a police chase before, was honestly quite at a loss at this moment.

Those police and gangster movies and TV series are the only clues he can use right now. But Henry also knows that most of those movies and TV series exaggerate or embellish, and can't be taken as fact.

With no prior experience to draw upon and not wanting to expose himself too much to Barbara Morse, a Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Henry could only desperately try to find a way to break the deadlock.

Henry skill, the large Cadillac almost scraped against the alley walls and corners, stopping in a corner piled with junk.

Henry opened the door and let Barbara and Kitty out of the car.

"Where is this?" Barbara asked.

"I don't know either. I'm here to exchange my car."

"Do you have a spare car here?" Barbara wondered if the other person's experience in Continental Hotel would lead him to prepare a spare car and a safe house.

But Henry quickly replied, "How could I possibly prepare something like that? Let's just steal one from the roadside."

Leading himself and the tiger, Henry walked from the other end of the alley to the street. It was a very remote neighborhood, with few people on the road and the streets were quite dirty and messy.

Henry pulled on the door handles repeatedly without much effort. When he reached one of the dilapidated old cars, the door opened with a click. He then climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine manually, and the car started smoothly.

In another thirty or forty years, when the streets are full of remotely controlled electric vehicles, this will no longer be possible.

As soon as the car started, Henry called out, "Bobbie, get in." He then opened the back door and let Kitty get in as well.

Actually, some people had already noticed them from a distance. However, with a large feline of obviously abnormal size nearby, no one dared to approach and investigate. The characteristics of lions and Tiger are quite distinct, making it difficult to mistake one for the other.

Henry certainly wasn't going to go and explain anything to anyone. Besides, this wasn't the era where cell phones could record videos all the time, so the two men and the tiger immediately drove off.