The Old Road (14)

Screech~

The speeding car came to a sudden stop as Jones slammed on the brakes. Fu Qian braced himself with one hand just in time.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Sheriff Jones, who was staring at him coldly, Fu Qian kept smiling.

"I was following your line of reasoning exactly."

"Though I don't know why that person is so determined to keep his identity hidden, there's no doubt he's been active."

"That Lasik you're looking for—who exactly is he... and what's your real reason for looking for him?"

After staring Fu Qian down for a long while, Jones finally asked, his expression icy.

"I've already answered that. I'm just doing someone a favor. I don't know him; I only know I might run into him here."

"Our interests align on this, so I have no reason to hide anything from you."

"But if you want to think of him as a potential hitman, I can only say that it does sound somewhat plausible."

"An elusive outsider who does whatever he wants comes here for some unknown purpose. After getting a traffic ticket and running short on money, he picks up a little side work."

"Unfortunately, something goes wrong along the way, forcing him to get rid of the witnesses. In the end, even his employer gets killed."

"Without a doubt, he's cold-blooded and cruel, with no regard for human life. And of course, he has to come from a poor family, or the story wouldn't make much sense."

Jones said nothing. The next moment, he wrenched the steering wheel around, spun the car a hundred and eighty degrees, and floored the accelerator.

They said the people police hated most weren't cunning, violent criminals, but unpredictable lunatics.

And clearly, his own analysis, along with Fu Qian's deductions, had painted a picture