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More than a dozen cars and two buses drove out of the underground parking garage and sped toward the harbor.
Abigail also relayed the news to Honglian. Her only request was that they not clash with the Dimensional Limit Organization agents, or she would be caught in the middle with nowhere to turn.
It took thirty minutes to travel from the organization branch to the harbor. To reduce the risk of traffic jams, Landa even called in favors to have police cars clear the way.
Led by flashing police lights, the convoy moved like a black dragon through New City's streets and elevated highways.
Halfway there, Landa received news that immediately lifted everyone's spirits.
They had suddenly lost contact with the transfer warehouse.
According to the Intelligence Unit's report, in the final second before communications were cut off, they heard brief gunfire.
"Could Luo Diya really be hiding in the transfer building?" Landa said delightedly. "Excellent. As long as we seal off the West District, these Gospel Faction members won't be able to escape!"
As for whether the guards would suffer casualties or whether Luo Diya would survive, he did not care much. She was merely an ability user who had run away, with rather ordinary talent. If she could serve as bait, that would make her worth something.
After all, as long as they captured or killed these uncontrollable hostile ability users, he could account for the embarrassing incident at the safe house, and his position as chief commander would be secure.
As Abigail sent the news to Honglian, she asked, "How long do you think the guards can hold out?"
"An hour or two definitely won't be a problem. The building has six floors in total. Aside from