Legendary FBI Detective

At night, nine o'clock, on a straight highway from Washington D.C. to Baltimore City, various vehicles sped forward at a steady pace in their respective lanes.

Suddenly, a brown off-road vehicle zigzagged dangerously, overtaking the other vehicles, nearly hitting some pedestrians' cars, instantly provoking a slew of drivers to curse loudly.

The off-road vehicle quickly disappeared, and before the emotions of the drivers could settle, a black SUV suddenly burst forth from behind them, circling past at even greater speeds, chasing after the off-road vehicle ahead.

"Fu-k!"

"Damn it!"

"Who the hell is that?!"

The SUV's overtaking maneuvers were even more aggressive than the off-road vehicle's, causing a substantial scare among the drivers.

A few hot-headed folks came to their senses, swore a few times, and immediately prepared to reach for their guns, ready for some Fast and Furious action on the highway.

Dut dut dut—

Suddenly, the window of the black SUV in front opened, and the passenger placed a red and blue flashing light on the roof, illuminating the surrounding area of the car, which calmed down the agitated folks and settled their tempers.

People behind put their handguns back in place, and those in front silently reduced their speed, yielding the way for the SUV.

"Very good."

Luo An praised his passenger Chenier, then overtook a Buick sedan ahead without looking back, asking:

"How's everything looking up ahead?"

From the back seat of the SUV, Michelle tapped a few keys on her laptop and quickly replied:

"Eight hundred meters ahead at the intersection, the police have blocked the road, and the spike strips are ready."

"Good, thank my regards to the police."

Luo An nodded in satisfaction, pressed the clutch, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator, as the SUV's speed surged even more!

In the fast-moving brown off-road vehicle, a buzz-cut Caucasian man saw the SUV getting closer and his face tensed up in disbelief.

His right hand shifted gears, pedal to the metal, as he overtook a white Toyota and then violently turned the steering wheel to block the following car.

Behind him, the white Toyota's driver saw the car in front slowing down and instinctively turned the steering wheel to dodge, and with the great inertia, the car immediately lost control and started rolling sideways!

Bang—Bang—Bang—

The rolling white Toyota left a trail of parts on the ground and, under the terrified gaze of a nearby Ford sedan driver, the two vehicles collided head-on!

Boom—

The enormous collision echoed through the night sky, the two damaged cars immediately blocked the road, and the buzz-cut man smirked in the rearview mirror, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator, speeding off once again!

"Fu-k!"

"Son of a b*tch!"

With two cars crashed and the road blocked, other drivers cursed while quickly pressing the brakes to reduce speed and prepare to stop.

"Damn it!"

Inside the SUV, Winslow's face instantly darkened, Michelle's eyes were filled with fury, and passenger Chenier was also angry, but seeing that their speed had not decreased, she turned her head and asked in surprise:

"Team leader, what are you doing?"

"Everybody hold on, grab the handles!"

Luo An shouted, then before the three could respond, he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left, and the SUV abruptly veered to the left, with the front wheels climbing the stone and dirt in the middle of the road and leaping into the air, landing in the opposite lane!

Bang—

The SUV slammed down onto the ground and continued to speed forward, giving a big scare to the drivers on the opposite lane and to Chenier and her two companions.

Luo An's goal was only to get past the two collided cars, and he quickly turned the steering wheel back, guiding the SUV into its original lane, and resumed the chase for the off-road vehicle.

"Shit!"

Eight hundred meters wasn't far; the buzz-cut man in the off-road vehicle could already see the police at the intersection ahead and the spike strips and other interception devices laid down by the police.

The buzz-cut man, while cursing, wasn't too panicked; the car he had stolen was an off-road vehicle, and the sides of the road were land, not trees or underbrush. Although the terrain was uneven, the car could still move.

Without hesitation, he turned the steering wheel, planning to forcefully break through the side of the police's interception devices.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just then, several gunshots suddenly rang in the ears of the buzz-cut man, who instinctively looked at the rearview mirror and saw the SUV catching up once again!

"What's going on?!"

The buzz-cut man's face was filled with disbelief and shock. Before he could react, the bullet from Chenier in the passenger seat had blown out and deflated the left rear tire of the SUV. Amidst the buzz-cut man's stunned gaze, Luo An drove the SUV and heavily collided with the right rear of the off-road vehicle!

Bang—

The front of the car slammed into the side rear with a loud noise, and under Luo An's textbook American intercept, the off-road vehicle uncontrollably skidded across the road.

Both cars came to a stop at the same time. Luo An, Winslow, Chenier, and Michelle immediately opened the doors and ran out, pistols in hand, surrounding the off-road vehicle from both sides and shouting loudly:

"Put your hands on the steering wheel!"

"Watch your movements! Don't make any sudden moves!"

Inside the off-road vehicle, the buzz-cut man glanced at Chenier and Michelle outside the passenger seat, then at Luo An and Winslow outside his own driver seat window. After a few seconds of contemplation, with an expressionless face, he placed both hands on the steering wheel.

Luo An shook his pistol in his hand and commanded:

"Get out of the car, move slowly, and don't make any other movements."

The buzz-cut man glanced at Luo An and reached out to pull the car door.

As the buzz-cut man twisted his body and removed his cover, Michelle, from outside the passenger window, suddenly noticed a black pistol stuffed into the driver's seat door compartment. Her pupils shrank, and she shouted urgently:

"Careful! He's reaching for a gun!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As she shouted, Michelle didn't hesitate to pull the trigger of her pistol, and just as the bullets hit the man, at that moment of opening the driver's door, he managed to grab his pistol and aim at Luo An!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Luo An, who had his "Emotion Perception" always on, noticed the buzz-cut man's suspicious behavior even before Michelle's warning.

The moment the buzz-cut man opened the car door, Luo An stepped forward before him, swiftly pressed down on the other man's hand that was reaching for the gun, and the buzz-cut man managed to pull the trigger, but the bullets all hit the ground.

Thud—

Then with a forceful upward elbow strike, Luo An hit the buzz-cut man's chest, producing a dull sound and an indescribable intense pain that instantly turned the buzz-cut man's face red.

Seizing the pistol and throwing it aside, Luo An grabbed the buzz-cut man's clothing with his other hand, forcefully pulling him out from the driver's seat onto the road, hands clamped behind his back and knees pressing him firmly to the ground, Luo An mocked:

"Good evening, Mr. Etwan, congratulations on being captured."

Luo An's sequence of movements flowed smoothly, leaving no chance for Etwan to react. Winslow, Michelle, and Chenier by the side were jumping in shock, barely grasping the situation.

Police running over to support from a distance were speechless; they hadn't had time to understand what happened, merely blinking before the suspect was subdued on the ground by Luo An.

Etwan, pressed to the ground, was also shocked by the speed and strength of Luo An, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But Etwan didn't speak; he just kept taking deep breaths. The power of Luo An's elbow strike was terrifying; Etwan was sure his sternum was broken, and his internal organs felt extremely uncomfortable, even breathing had become very difficult.

"Where's the ambulance? Get him to the hospital first."

Luo An stood up and handed Etwan over to the police. Winslow, picking up the gun, came over, his gaze complicated as he looked at Luo An:

"Luo An, is this guy okay?"

"He's fine, I was careful."

Luo An put away his weapon with a smile, Etwan being nearly six feet three inches tall and close to 200 pounds, was quite skilled, with lots of muscles and resistant to punching.

A direct elbow strike to the heart could easily kill, so Luo An intentionally aimed off-center and also held back some strength.

"OK."

Seeing Luo An was confident, Winslow let out a slight sigh of relief and then whispered:

"Luo An, what was that move just now?"

Luo An turned his head and gave Winslow an up-and-down look, asking with a smile:

"Why, you want to learn?"

Winslow nodded earnestly, his eyes full of admiration:

"One-hit kill, too cool!"

Luo An chuckled and was about to speak when Chenier on the side waved her hand and called out loudly:

"Everyone! We've found something in the car!"

"What clues did you find?"

"Computers, money, weapons, and your photo, Luo An!"