Pushing open the café door, Xijie hurried inside with Johnny, quickly locking onto Lachica's position.
"Lachica, we're the FBI."
The moment Xijie finished speaking, Lachica shot to his feet and ran without a word.
"Stop."
Xijie drew the stun gun from his waist, but Lachica was too quick.
Lachica had already been highly vigilant. The moment he saw Xijie enter, he sensed that something was wrong. As soon as the other man spoke, he rolled over, directly flipping the dining table, then broke into a run.
"Johnny!"
Xijie shouted. The burly Johnny gave a cold snort and chased after Lachica. In terms of physical ability, Lachica was certainly no match for a heavily trained FBI agent, and the distance between them quickly closed.
The customers inside the café finally reacted. Many pulled out their phones to record, watching the police-and-fugitive chase with expressions of gleeful curiosity.
"You little punk, still trying to run?"
Johnny caught up behind Lachica and reached out to grab him.
Just then, a server happened to emerge carrying a tray. Lachica snatched it from the server's hands and flung it at Johnny. All kinds of soup and liquid splashed over Johnny's head and face, obscuring his vision.
"Fuck you!"
Johnny flew into a rage. He hurriedly wiped the food and soup from his face, looking utterly bedraggled.
Bang!
Xijie pulled the trigger at Lachica, but the stun gun in his hand failed to hit him. Instead, a passerby got in the way and was shocked into violent convulsions.
Xijie froze. He had clearly been about to hit Lachica, but the passerby had happened to stand up at precisely that moment, causing him to miss.
Lachica had no intention of falling into the FBI's hands. He desperately searched for an opportunity and ran toward one of the