Make a Move

Mo Fei had now completely cast all that aside. His sole goal was to become human again, by any means necessary.

"I can only kill Jerry through the traffic conditions—by creating a serious car accident. It has to be extremely serious. Otherwise, if he survives, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely take advantage of the opening. I only have one chance. I'll use Jerry's trust in my abilities to make him speed up. The faster he goes, the greater his chances of dying." This was Mo Fei's only way to kill Jerry, and the chances of success were fairly high, as long as Jerry trusted him.

With that in mind, Mo Fei once again used the traffic control center's phone to call Jerry. "There are two of them, a man and a woman. They don't look like police officers. They look more like agents."

"Agents?" Jerry nearly cried out, but fortunately, he knew there were two people watching him from behind. "Then what should I do? Why would I attract agents?"

"I don't know that, but you've obviously been exposed. Have you told anyone anything lately?" Mo Fei did not tell him to leave outright, instead leading him astray.

"Of course not. How could I possibly tell anyone about something like this?" Jerry was certain he had not said anything. This was a major case; if he were caught, he would be spending a long time in prison.

"Fine. We still don't know where the problem lies, but for now, you need to shake them off. Then I'll arrange for you to leave the United States," Mo Fei said again.

"Leave?" Jerry found it hard to believe. Did he really have to leave?

"Yes. Don't worry. As long as they can't catch you, you'll be safe. They won't be able to convict you, and you can enjoy life abroad in peace." Mo Fei began coaxing Jerry.

"But how am I supposed to leave with them following me?" Jerry asked.

"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, they won't catch you. Are you done eating? Once you are, go straight outside and get in your car. Put on your Bluetooth earpiece, and I'll guide you out. I'll control the traffic lights so you have a clear path the whole way."

"Right, I understand. I'm leaving now!" Jerry immediately stood up, tossed several ten-dollar bills onto the table, then walked out and got into his car. The engine of the two-door Ford Mustang roared to life. He turned the car around and drove off according to Mo Fei's instructions.

Phil Coulson smiled and led Melinda May outside after him. "He spotted us. Now he's preparing to run, which proves he has a problem."

"Maybe, but are we arresting him now?" Melinda May asked.

"Yes. We'll catch up to him and arrest him now. A little interrogation should be enough. He'll definitely confess." Phil Coulson was extremely confident. "Of the three, he's the best point of entry. He has no attachments, nothing worth holding on to, so we can break him."

"Human nature?" Melinda May asked.

"Exactly. We can offer him some benefits, such as a reduced sentence. The other two have attachments. Their families are their emotional pillars, making them strong. And while we have certain privileges in our interrogations, we can't go too far. Too many media outlets are watching this case. If word gets out, the New York Police won't be able to withstand public pressure. Our interrogation time is limited, so we can only choose the easiest target."

Agents received extensive training, but what they excelled at varied from person to person. In terms of combat, Phil Coulson was certainly no match for Melinda May, but when it came to getting things done, Phil Coulson was second to none.

It was not as though there were no all-rounders. An elite among elites like Black Widow could excel in every area, but she belonged to a special class of agent, one trained through brutal and unusual methods.

Jerry glanced into the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the SUV had caught up and was accelerating. It was no longer even trying to tail him. Jerry grinned viciously. "I'm a race car driver. Come on!"

"Now that's some spirit. Start accelerating straight ahead. Let's see what you can do. Every light up ahead will be green," Mo Fei said at the right moment. Jerry looked ahead and saw that every signal was indeed green. There were plenty of cars on the road, but he could still pick up speed, and he was beginning to get excited.

Mo Fei watched both sides of the city road. Every intersection was now blocked by red lights, but he needed to see whether there were any large vehicles on either side. If two small cars collided, the difference in mass might not necessarily kill Jerry. He needed a large vehicle for Jerry to crash into at high speed. That would give him the greatest chance of dying; airbags would not be enough to keep him safe.

There was another piece of good news as well. Jerry had been in such a hurry to leave after getting into the car that he had not put on his seat belt. That pleased Mo Fei greatly. Let them play for a while first!

"Vrooom..." The Mustang's engine let out a full-throated roar. This type of car was not expensive in the United States; this one had cost just over thirty thousand dollars, but it was genuinely fast. On an open highway, the SUV Phil Coulson was driving would not have been able to catch it at all.

"Something's wrong. Why are all the lights green? Looks like their accomplice has made a move." As an outstanding agent, Phil Coulson quickly noticed the problem. Every intersection had a green light. Under these circumstances, the target car ahead had accelerated wildly, changing lanes and overtaking continuously through traffic with impressive skill. "This guy actually has some talent for street racing!" Phil Coulson focused intently and pressed the accelerator deeper and deeper.

"The person or organization handling the technical side? They hacked into New York City's traffic control center again?" Melinda May realized after hearing him.

"That should be it. Notify Chief George Stacy immediately and have Tony Stark go there to see if he can catch them. Also notify headquarters and get the technical staff moving at once."

"Got it!"

The two cars began their chase, and Mo Fei finally spotted a large truck. However, it was still five intersections away from Jerry. The truck driver had his head out the window, looking around at the situation. After all, the red light had remained unchanged for several minutes, and all the drivers were complaining.

"Jerry's speed is a little too slow right now. He hasn't even reached eighty. I need to make him go faster within the next five intersections." With that thought, Mo Fei spoke to Jerry again. "Get ready to shake them off ahead. There are five intersections left, and there's a large vehicle there. You need to widen the gap between you and them so I can use the traffic lights to block them."

"Don't worry. Leave it to me!" Jerry ran his tongue over his lips. Street racing at high speed in New York City sent his adrenaline surging. He even turned on the music. An explosive rock song began to play, and Jerry's body started swaying along with it.