Making a Move

Mo Fei had completely abandoned all of that now, his sole objective was to become human again, no matter the cost.

"To kill Jerry, I can only use the traffic environment, creating a serious car accident. It must be very serious, otherwise, if he doesn't die, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely take advantage of the situation. I only have one chance. I'll use Jerry's trust in my abilities to make him increase his speed. The faster he goes, the greater his chance of dying." This was the only method Mo Fei had to kill Jerry now, and the chance of success was quite high, as long as Jerry trusted him.

Thinking of this, Mo Fei once again used the phone in the monitoring center to call Jerry. "There are two people, a man and a woman. They don't look like police, more like agents."

"Agents?" Jerry almost exclaimed, but he managed to suppress it, knowing he had two people watching him from behind. "Then what should I do? Why would I attract agents?"

"I don't know, but it's clear you've been exposed. Have you said anything to anyone recently?" Mo Fei didn't directly tell him to leave, but instead misled him.

"Of course not. How could I possibly say anything about this?" Jerry was completely sure he hadn't said a word. This was a major case, and if he were caught, he'd be stuck in prison for a long time.

"Alright, we don't know where the problem lies yet, but for now, you need to get rid of them, and then I'll arrange for you to leave the United States," Mo Fei said again.

"Leave?" Jerry was a bit incredulous. Was he really going to leave?

"Yes, don't worry. As long as they can't catch you, you'll be safe. They can't convict you, and you can enjoy your life abroad with peace of mind," Mo Fei began to coax Jerry.

"But how can I leave if they're following me?" Jerry asked.

"Don't worry, with me here, they can't catch you. Are you done eating? If so, go out directly, get in the car, put on your Bluetooth headset, and I'll direct you. I'll control the traffic lights to ensure you have a clear path."

"Right, I get it! I'm leaving now!" Jerry immediately stood up, threw a few ten-dollar bills on the table, and then went straight out to his car. The engine of the two-door Ford Mustang roared to life. He then turned the car around and drove off directly, following Mo Fei's instructions.

Phil Coulson smiled and followed them with Melinda May. "He's spotted us. He's preparing to escape, which means he's up to something."

"Perhaps. But should we arrest him now?" Melinda May asked.

"Yes, chase him down and arrest him. A simple interrogation should be enough, and he'll definitely confess," Phil Coulson was very confident. "Out of the three of them, he's the easiest to break. He has no attachments, nothing worth holding onto, so we'll be able to get him to talk."

"Human nature?" Melinda May asked.

"Exactly. We can offer him some benefits, like a reduced sentence. The other two have attachments, their families are their emotional pillars, what makes them strong. And while our interrogation methods have some privileges, we can't go too far. After all, many media outlets are paying attention to this matter. Once the news gets out, the New York police won't be able to handle the public pressure. Our interrogation time is limited, so we can only go for the easiest target."

Agents had extensive training, and their areas of expertise varied. In terms of combat, Phil Coulson was certainly no match for Melinda May, but when it came to operational capability, Phil Coulson was second to none.

It wasn't that there weren't any all-rounders. Elites like Black Widow could do it all, but she was a special kind of agent, having undergone brutal and unique training.

Jerry glanced at his rearview mirror. Sure enough, the SUV was still following him, and it was even accelerating. It no longer looked like simple tailing. Jerry grinned ferociously, "I'm a racer, bring it on!"

"That's the spirit. Now, accelerate straight ahead. It's time to see your driving skills. All the lights ahead will be green," Mo Fei said at the opportune moment. Jerry looked ahead and indeed, all the traffic lights were green. Although there were quite a few cars on the road, he could pick up speed, and he was starting to get excited.

Mo Fei scanned both sides of the city road. All intersections were blocked by red lights, but he needed to check if there were any large vehicles on the sides. Small cars colliding might not necessarily kill Jerry due to their mass. He needed large vehicles for Jerry to crash into at high speed; that would maximize the chance of death, as airbags would be completely unable to protect him.

There was another piece of good news: Jerry was in too much of a hurry to leave after getting into the car and hadn't fastened his seatbelt. This made Mo Fei very happy. "Let them have their fun for a while!"

"Vroom..." The Mustang's engine roared to life. Cars like this weren't expensive in America; this car only cost a little over thirty thousand dollars, but its speed was quite impressive. If driven normally on the highway, Phil Coulson's SUV wouldn't be able to catch up.

"Something's not right. Why are all the lights green? It looks like their accomplice has made a move," Phil Coulson, as an excellent agent, quickly noticed something was amiss. All the intersections were green lights. Under these circumstances, the target ahead had completely boosted his speed, weaving through traffic and overtaking, and he seemed quite skilled. "This guy really has some skills when he's street racing!" Phil Coulson focused his attention, pressing the accelerator harder.

"The person or organization responsible for the technology? They've hacked into New York's traffic control center again?" Melinda May reacted after hearing this.

"That's likely it. Immediately notify Police Chief George Stacy and have Tony Stark go there to see if they can catch the perpetrator. Also, inform the bureau to have their technical personnel take action immediately."

"Understood!"

The two cars began a chase. Mo Fei finally found a large truck, but it was still five intersections away from Jerry. The truck driver was sticking his head out to observe his surroundings, as the red light had been on for several minutes without changing to green, and all the drivers were complaining.

"Jerry's speed is a bit slow now, not even eighty. He needs to speed up within five intersections." Thinking this, Mo Fei spoke to Jerry again, "Prepare to shake them off ahead. There are five more intersections, and there are large vehicles there. You need to put some distance between them and me so I can use the traffic lights to block them."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Jerry stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. High-speed racing in New York City was making his adrenaline surge. He even turned on the music, and a blasting rock song started playing. Jerry began to sway his body to the beat.