Legendary FBI Detective

New Mexico, 1 p.m., Highway 134.

A black SUV was driving straight down the road, and at a distant intersection ahead, dozens of law enforcement vehicles quickly arrived, a group of officers swiftly setting up various interception measures.

After receiving Mona's notification, the law enforcement departments in the city to the north of Carisoso City called Ensinor City instantly exploded into action.

The municipal leaders and higher-ups of Ensinor City didn't care about a nuclear explosion, even if many people died beneath them, they wouldn't panic.

But they couldn't tolerate a nuclear bomb exploding in their own city; after all, their family members lived there, the city was their stronghold, and radiation doesn't discriminate by wealth, gender, or skin color.

So they displayed an efficiency that hadn't been seen in decades – from receiving the message, to coordinating the various departmental law enforcement teams, to sending out officers, the entire process didn't even take more than 8 minutes.

Not only that, but the mayor of Ensinor City and other high-ranking officials managed to obtain more than a dozen helicopters in three minutes, preparing to escape... to make a strategic retreat if anything went wrong.

Mona: "..."

Speechless and wanting to curse, Mona relayed this information to Luo An, who was driving and didn't seem surprised at all. Without further discussion on this matter, he asked:

"How far are we from Wilfredo?"

Mona tapped on the keyboard a few times, calculated the speed of Wilfredo's SUV, and then located the car they were in, quickly responding:

"About a fifteen-minute drive."

"Then it's about ten minutes."

Luo An nodded in understanding, then turned his gaze to Ophelia in the passenger seat and said calmly:

"Buckle up and hold on tight, I'm going to speed up."

Ophelia, with sweat dripping from her forehead, suddenly widened her eyes when she heard Luo An's words:

"What?"

At this moment, not only had Ophelia fastened her seatbelt securely, but her hands were also tightly gripping the black handle on top of the car door, looking out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, she had no idea how many gasps she had taken.

Having worked in the military for many years, Ophelia had seen and ridden in plenty of cars driven by maniacs.

But she had never seen someone drive an SUV this fast and constantly overtake other cars from left and right.

Ophelia thought Luo An had reached his limit, but he unexpectedly said he was going to speed up?!

Ophelia stretched her neck to glance at the car's dashboard, which was nearly at 170km/h, and said in disbelief:

"Are you kidding me?"

Seeing Ophelia had taken protective measures, Luo An turned his head back and straightened up his back, grinned at the cars ahead:

"The gauge hasn't hit the bottom yet, we can go faster!"

After saying that, he shifted gears and floored the accelerator in one fluent motion, overtaking a car. Amid the astonished looks of the other drivers and Ophelia's terrified gaze, the SUV roared and then took off like a bolt of black lightning!

At the same time, another SUV was driving at a steady pace far ahead.

Seated in the driver's seat, a white male with short, brown hair, prominent cheekbones, and a pair of sharp eyes, was driving while making a phone call:

"How's it going on your end?"

"All is well."

A man's laughter came from the phone, and Wilfredo nodded with satisfaction. After a brief exchange, the other party asked back:

"Wil, how's it on your end?

The loss of the nuclear warhead has caused a big stir; the whole circle knows about it now, a lot of people are heading towards New Mexico."

"No big deal."

Wilfredo scoffed with disdain:

"Those guys are useless, no matter how many come, it's pointless, as long as..."

He stopped mid-sentence, the person on the other end a bit puzzled:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's talk later."

Wilfredo said briefly and then immediately hung up the phone, looking at the intersection ahead with furrowed brows.

He had intended to say, as long as he didn't encounter a federal law enforcement team of more than ten people, he wouldn't panic in the slightest. He was absolutely confident he could leave with ease.

However, he didn't expect that a roadblock would suddenly be set up at the intersection in the distance, with a group of armed law enforcement officers appearing, and the few he could spot were already more than thirty in number.

Wilfredo was confident, but he was even more aware of his own capabilities, never planning for a situation where he'd take on thirty or more combatants alone.

Seeing the off-road vehicle was still a good distance away from that intersection, Wilfredo took a deep breath and without any hesitation, turned the steering wheel to veer off into the oncoming lane and started driving back the way they came.

Several drivers on the opposing lane were taken aback by the off-road vehicle suddenly turning and cutting in, and after recovering from the shock, they started cursing loudly.

The law enforcement officers setting up the roadblock also noticed this suspicious-looking off-road vehicle and, upon confirming through the license plate that it was their target, their eyes lit up as they shouted:

"Target spotted, let's hurry up and chase—"

Smack!

The young law enforcement officer hadn't finished speaking when an older officer beside him struck him on the back of the head sharply, then loudly commanded:

"Target vehicle spotted, commence chase, but don't get too close!"

"Understood!"

Dozens of law enforcement officers promptly got into their cars, neither hurrying nor delaying, ready to chase the off-road vehicle.

The older officer glanced disdainfully at the young man he had hit on the head, obviously too green and in need of more experience.

Beep beep beep—

Soon, a rare spectacle appeared on the opposing lane:

An off-road vehicle was evenly speeding ahead, followed by dozens of law enforcement vehicles flashing their red and blue lights.

The distance between both parties was neither too close nor too far, but remained constant, as they maintained a long chase.

"What a bunch of useless idiots."

Wilfredo, through the rearview mirror, saw the law enforcement vehicles far behind that didn't dare get close and sneered with contempt.

He understood their thoughts; they didn't dare approach the nuclear bomb or provoke Wilfredo, fearing he might go to extremes and detonate it. Yet they couldn't ignore the orders from above.

In that case, without firing a shot and using the power of presence to keep him at bay, driving Wilfredo away was the best option.

After all, the Federation was a "democratic" country, with each city having its own administrators; as long as the nuclear bomb didn't explode in their city, it didn't matter where else it went off—it was someone else's problem.

"Wait a second."

Having figured out the mindset of those law enforcement officers, Wilfredo suddenly realized they also seemed equally reluctant to approach him.

Then recalling his intended destination, if he left this road, taking a long detour would mean a significant extra distance to cover. With a glint in his eye, Wilfredo suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The moment the off-road vehicle halted, those law enforcement vehicles behind clearly paused, and then they all stopped as well.

Shifting into reverse, Wilfredo carefully observed the rearview mirror, beginning to back up the off-road vehicle little by little.

Seconds later, the law enforcement vehicles that had been hanging back suddenly started up, but instead of moving forward to pursue, they all began retreating in unison.

"Hahaha..."

As he watched the law enforcement vehicles retreat along with him, Wilfredo burst out laughing with his head thrown back, his eyes filled with contempt for them.

Ssst—

With the reverse gear not allowing for quick movement and the field of view being inconvenient, once confident his guess was right, Wilfredo quickly turned the vehicle around and started driving the wrong way down the oncoming lane, pressuring the cluster of law enforcement cars to forge ahead.

"It's me, Will."

Pulling out his phone again and making a call, Wilfredo chuckled and said:

"No worries, I just wanted to tell you that I might arrive a bit earlier—"

Boom—

Before Wilfredo could finish his sentence, a sudden dull thud came from behind the off-road vehicle, as a car collided into its rear.

Affected by the massive inertia, Wilfredo was thrown forward uncontrollably; his hold on the phone slipped, and it fell towards the front windshield.

"Fu-k! Can't you drive?"

Wilfredo, having narrowly avoided hitting the steering wheel with his head, cursed loudly, but after a few moments, his expression suddenly changed:

He was driving the wrong way down the oncoming lane, and if a car hit him from behind, was the other driver also going against traffic?!