Encirclement and Interception

Encirclement and Interception

The BMW's damaged tires screeched across the ground, and the smell of gasoline drifted into the cabin. Hong Mo frowned, silently worried. If the sparks from the tires scraping the road ignited the gasoline, they would be in real trouble.

"Jump out. This car won't make it to the riverbank," Hong Mo warned Mu Siyu.

"Do you still have the strength?"

"My whole body's gone weak. If possible, I really don't want to move." Hong Mo gave a faint smile.

"Careful, I'm stopping." After saying that, Mu Siyu turned the steering wheel. The piercing sound of brakes rang out. With a bang, the BMW crashed straight into the rear of a sedan parked by the roadside. A tremendous force flung them upward, and Hong Mo only avoided being thrown out by gripping the car door tightly.

Hey, hey! Since when had Mu Siyu become this violent? Even parking a car had to be this intense?

But this was no time to complain. Hong Mo kicked open the door, and he and Mu Siyu rushed onto the street. A sharply dressed man nearby stared dumbly at the twisted wreck of his car's rear end. After a long while, he finally let out a miserable cry. "My car! You animals, you fucking bastards!"

However, when he saw that the car which had hit his was a BMW, the man relaxed slightly. Rich people like that should compensate him—they wouldn't skip out on the bill. But when he walked over, he discovered that the car was already empty.

"Those two ran off ages ago. That guy was covered in blood—he probably stole the car," a kind passerby beside him reminded him. His beautiful dream shattered, the poor man stood by the roadside, utterly desolate.

"Should we switch cars?" Mu Siyu asked.

"Of course. We can't outrun them on foot. Sooner or later, we'll be surrounded, and once that happens, we won't have any chance at all." After saying this, Hong Mo charged toward an exquisite sports car up ahead.

It had to be said that there were so many rich people in society these days. Cars like this could be seen everywhere. Of course, there were even more people without money.

Several flamboyantly dressed young women were laughing and fooling around beside the car door. Hong Mo rushed up to them and lightly swung his arm. The girls were swept aside like heaps of oversized trash, prompting a burst of screams. Hong Mo seized the chance to duck down and slip into the car.

On the other side, Mu Siyu was already in position as well.

Without wasting words, Hong Mo placed his right hand over the keyhole. A tiny current directly started the sports car.

"Your ability really is convenient," Mu Siyu teased.

"Convenient for what? Stealing cars?" Hong Mo replied between heavy breaths.

"Well, I suppose so."

Outside the windows, the girls screamed and kept slapping the doors. They could not understand what had happened to the world. In broad daylight, someone had actually stolen their sports car.

Started, accelerated.

The sports car shot onto the road, took a turn, and vanished into the vast stream of traffic. All that remained were several dumbfounded, utterly lost-looking trendsetter girls.

"Feifei, weren't the car keys with you?" one girl finally thought to ask after a while.

"Yeah, the keys are with me." As she spoke, the girl pulled out the keys.

"Damn, that car thief was incredible." One of the girls cursed as she kicked the trash can beside her.

"We should call the police already."

Just then, more than a dozen police cars roared past with piercing sirens, chasing in the direction of the sports car.

"Could they be robbers? Were those cops chasing them?" The girl had actually guessed correctly.

"Feifei, look at your hand." One girl pointed at Feifei's arm, where a large patch had been stained red with blood. It was the blood Hong Mo had left behind when he pushed through them earlier. Maybe they really were robbers! The girls exchanged looks.

"Hey, should we follow and take a look?" The blood on her arm did not frighten these trendsetter girls. Instead, it piqued their interest, and one of them made a suggestion.

"Sure, sure! A real-life shootout!" The group of thrill-seeking girls excitedly ran toward the other side, where another sports car was parked.

By then, Mu Siyu had driven the sports car onto the river embankment.

"No. The Yangtze's water level is too low. We're too far from the water here, and the mudflats along the bank stretch for at least several hundred meters. We can't escape this way." Hong Mo glanced out the window.

"Then what do we do?" Mu Siyu asked.

"Go to the Yangtze River Bridge. If I remember correctly, the nearest one is the Second Line Bridge. We'll go that way."

"Understood."

The chase along the Yangtze had already attracted more and more attention. The higher-ups in particular were closely monitoring the situation's progress.

At this time, Mao Shaohui had been sent to Chongqing's best hospital for emergency treatment. The fat Fu Xunhong remained at his side to prevent any unforeseen complications.

The mayor's order contained only one instruction: capture Hong Mo and Mu Siyu, dead or alive. For a nation that placed such emphasis on humanitarianism, this order was utterly unbelievable.

"Where do you think they're headed?" The police chief racked his brains as he analyzed Hong Mo and Mu Siyu's route. Everyone around the conference table sat trembling with fear.

"The targets are currently fleeing toward the riverside area. They are estimated to reach the Second Line Bridge in about an hour," reported an intellectual-looking beauty with a curvaceous figure and glasses.

"What would be the point of fleeing like this? Opposing the state is undoubtedly the most foolish thing they could do. I don't think they have any chance of escaping," said a middle-aged man, tapping the table with his fingers.

"Not necessarily. They aren't ordinary people. That woman is the monster who froze all of Mountain Orange University."

"I understand now." The police chief suddenly spoke. Everyone at the conference table turned to him, waiting for his explanation.

"The Yangtze. If there's any gap in our encirclement, it's the Yangtze. For ordinary people, even jumping into the river wouldn't let them escape. But they're different—especially that woman. I'm certain that once they enter the Yangtze, we'll never catch them," the police chief stated his deduction.

"Agreed."

"I agree."

"Is there still time to set up a blockade at the Second Line Bridge?" the police chief asked.

"No. Traffic on the Second Line Bridge is extremely heavy. It can't be sealed off in such a short time. At their speed, they're expected to reach the bridge in about an hour," the intellectual-looking beauty explained.

Hearing the beautiful woman's analysis, everyone fell silent.

"Helicopters," someone suggested.

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"Request support from the military district—armed helicopters. This is the only way we can get ahead of them."

"I'll ask the mayor for authorization." After saying that, the police chief dialed the mayor's number.

In less than half a minute, instructions came down from above, catching everyone by surprise. Normally, getting anything approved without being dragged out for several days was impossible.

The higher-ups had approved it.

Five armed helicopters swiftly took off for the Double-Line Bridge. That was also the destination of Hong Mo and Mu Siyu.