Don't Come Any Closer!

After the police car came to a stop, two officers got out.

They walked over to Xu Mo's car window.

Seeing that there was an Asian man in the car, the two exchanged a glance. A trace of arrogance instantly appeared on the middle-aged officer's face.

"Get the hell out!"

A chill flashed through Xu Mo's eyes, but when he glanced at the holsters on their waists, he instead put on a harmless smile.

"Of course!"

Seemingly very satisfied with Xu Mo's obedient attitude, the middle-aged man pulled out a ticket from his breast pocket.

"The speed limit is 80. Did you know you were speeding?"

Xu Mo's expression shifted.

Speeds in the United States were generally measured in miles.

Eighty miles was equivalent to 129 kilometers per hour.

Driving at 129 on this mountain road? Was that some kind of joke?

Unless he had a death wish.

Noticing Xu Mo's expression, the young officer beside him wore a smug grin.

"Kid, if we say you were speeding, then you were speeding. We have the final say!"

"Of course."

Xu Mo nodded indifferently.

"Writing tickets is your right!"

As he spoke, he held out his hand, signaling for the other man to give him the ticket.

There was no point arguing with them here. They had clearly seen that he was Asian, and judging from his car, they had concluded he was not wealthy. Naturally, they wanted to use this chance to extort him.

If he wanted revenge, he would have plenty of ways to deal with them after leaving.

Seeing that Xu Mo was not furious and was instead calmly asking for the ticket, disappointment appeared on the middle-aged officer's face.

However, Xu Mo did not argue and readily accepted the ticket, making both officers think he was an easy target. After exchanging a look, the young officer spoke.

"Kid, it's not that simple!"

After saying that, he returned to the police car and rummaged around inside.

He then came back to Xu Mo and showed him the number on it.

"Look carefully. Your speed just now exceeded one hundred. Under New York State law, you face thirty days in jail and a six-hundred-dollar fine!"

"Of course, you can avoid those thirty days in jail!"

Xu Mo had watched everything they did.

He was so angry that he laughed.

Were they really being this blatant?

But...

Judging from how practiced their routine was, this clearly was not their first time doing something like this.

If that was the case, these two counted as villains, didn't they?

With that thought, he glanced up and down the road.

It was noon, and this little road was rather remote. Few people normally came this way, so only the occasional car could be seen passing by.

"Oh? Then what do I need to do?"

He looked at the two officers with an amused expression.

Seeing that Xu Mo was still not getting the hint, the middle-aged officer lowered his voice and offered a reminder.

"Just two thousand dollars, and we'll pretend none of this happened. How about it?"

In his eyes, Xu Mo would definitely agree.

After all, no one wanted to go to prison and face those people who liked picking up soap all day long.

A month in jail could very likely leave a shadow for life.

Sure enough, just as he had expected, Xu Mo took out his wallet from the car, withdrew two thousand dollars, and handed it to him.

At that moment, a tremendous roar came from behind them.

All three turned to look back.

A black pickup truck appeared in their line of sight.

The pickup rapidly approached their location, then sped past them like a gale. The airflow dragged along by the vehicle made their clothes flap violently.

As the deafening music from the truck faded into the distance, the speed gun in the young officer's hand emitted a beep.

The three looked at the speed gun.

103!

Xu Mo looked teasingly at the two officers, who stood still and did nothing.

"Does that count as speeding and dangerous driving?"

The young officer sneered, then pressed a button on the speed gun.

The number on it was instantly cleared.

"What did you say? I didn't see anything!"

The middle-aged officer snatched the money from his hand.

"Damn bastard, be smart about this. I make the rules around here!"

After saying that, the two laughed as they headed for the police car behind them.

Watching the two get into the car, Xu Mo expressionlessly walked to the rear of his own vehicle and opened the trunk.

Inside lay a huge black case.

When he opened it, there was a light sniper rifle inside.

In this free country, firearms were essential self-defense tools for home and travel. Nearly every citizen with a gun license kept one in their car in case of emergencies.

Xu Mo was naturally no exception.

And it was not just a sniper rifle.

He also had a pistol and a rifle in his car.

After swiftly assembling the sniper rifle, Xu Mo looked down the road twice.

There was no sign of any other vehicles in sight.

Holding the assembled sniper rifle, he assumed a standard firing stance.

At this point, the police car had only traveled less than three hundred meters.

For someone like him, who had practiced shooting for years, this distance was practically impossible to miss.

Aiming through the rear window at the young officer driving, Xu Mo decisively pulled the trigger.

After a deafening boom, a burst of red and white flowers exploded inside the distant police car, and the vehicle instantly lost control.

This road ran along the mountainside. On one side was a rock wall, while the other was a cliff with a drop of seventy or eighty meters.

After losing control, the car first slammed sideways into the rock wall, then rolled several times before narrowly coming to a stop at the edge of the cliff.

Nearly half of the car was now hanging over the precipice.

It looked as though it could fall at any moment.

After firing, Xu Mo did not pay attention to what was happening over there. Instead, he quickly dismantled the sniper rifle, put it back in the case, returned to the driver's seat, and leisurely started the car.

Half a minute later.

The car slowly came to a stop beside the police car.

The young officer driving the police car had been shot in the head by Xu Mo. He was naturally dead beyond any doubt.

Unexpectedly, after going through a 720-degree roll, the middle-aged officer had remained conscious and had already slowly crawled out of the car.

He had crawled into the middle of the road.

The pistol that had been hanging from his waist was gone as well, flung somewhere unknown.

Although he had escaped disaster, his injuries were severe.

Crawling less than five meters seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength.

Having escaped the immediate danger, he lay flat on the ground, his eyes closed as he panted heavily.

Until he heard footsteps approaching from beside him.

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Xu Mo beside him, smiling like a demon, terror appeared on his face.

"Don't come any closer!"