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Chapter 424 Free America! (First Update!)

After Mao Xiaofei finished speaking, he realized there were other people present, so he quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

But his actions were too late. Tan Chuan slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Yi with a puzzled expression. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze to Zhu Jingyao. Zhu Jingyao was from the General Armament Department and should know very well what was going on.

Upon receiving the gaze, Zhu Jingyao gently shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Gao Hai, who was standing to the side, wanted to speak, but Zhu Jingyao stopped him.

He then looked at Lin Yi and said, "If things aren't convenient, let's leave first, get some rest, and have a day off today. The test will continue the day after tomorrow!"

"It's nothing!" Lin Yi waved his hand casually, took out his phone, walked to the side, stood in the shadows, and made a call to the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center.

A few minutes later, he walked back to the group and pointed to the telecommunications company office building in the distance: "Let's talk in my office!"

After saying that, he looked at Mao Xiaofei and said, "Don't get so excited next time!"

Mao Xiaofei quickly covered his mouth, looking like he had done something wrong.

A dozen minutes later, the group appeared in Lin Yi's office and made a cup of tea for each of them. Lin Yi sat down opposite Tan Chuan and Zhu Jingyao and explained the whole story to them.

Finally, he pointed at Gao Hai and said, "He knows too, but he has to keep it a secret."

After explaining to them, he walked over to Mao Xiaofei, who was busy at the computer, and said, "Explain this!"

Upon receiving the order, Mao Xiaofei multitasked, installing the software and connecting to the data while explaining:

"Around the time you started testing, these signal points arrived at New York International Airport and have been sitting in the airport warehouse ever since."

"The space control center suspected that it was American customs that detained the people."

"According to the normal plot, they would be captured, then tortured by the CIA, and finally executed."

"But just before I came to find you, those signals activated!"

"Because that's America's territory, in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, the satellite didn't take any pictures, it was just tracking the signal."

As soon as the words were spoken, the data connection was completed. The software for tracking the signal was opened, and after a few seconds of buffering, a satellite-captured map of America appeared on the screen.

Calling this a map is inaccurate, because no mapping vehicle passed through the area, so road lines and the function of ground buildings are not visible on this map.

It's just a satellite photo, but you can clearly see the intersection.

In this photo, there are several green dots flashing.

These green dots are located in Newark, New Jersey.

After flashing for a while, the green dots disappeared. Mao Xiaofei explained helplessly:
"The next one won't be for another two hours."

"It's unclear whether the people who received the goods were those terrorists or people from America's customs."

As he was explaining, Tan Chuan curiously came over, pushed up his glasses, and focused his gaze on the photo on the computer screen.

Although there are no map road markings, this high-resolution photo still shows the buildings on the ground in their entirety.

Looking at the vast expanse of white in the picture, he inexplicably thought of the news footage from 9/11, especially the ordinary people crying and screaming in the footage. Finally, he let out a long sigh:

"Alas! When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country falls, the people suffer. In the end, it is the ordinary people who suffer the most."

“There’s nothing we can do about it.” Lin Yi picked up his teacup, took a leisurely sip, and then complained, “That’s America’s doing. She took off from Lebanon with a clear goal and went straight to New York.”

"Now, it all depends on the Americas' luck."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned to look at Zhu Jingyao: "Director Zhu, do you think the higher-ups will report this news to America?"

"No!" Zhu Jingyao answered decisively. After speaking, he walked to the sofa and sat down with a thud.

Lin Yi asked curiously, "Why?"

"Because we can't explain the source of the information!" Lying down on the sofa, Zhu Jingyao adjusted his position, slowly closed his eyes, and answered slowly:

“We don’t have many deployments in the Middle East, you could say almost none, so naturally we can’t get first-hand information.”

"As for the signals tracked by your satellite navigation system, that's even more impossible to produce."

“If we show it now, the Americans will only remember it, not thank you for saving them. Once the incident is over, they will turn around and include it in their defense white paper, telling the world that we have left backdoors in the electronic products we produce, which can track the location of all electronic products.”

"That's when the real trouble will begin."

"So don't worry about them. If someone dies, it's just bad luck. By the way, for lunch later, get me a braised pork belly, just the meat, no rice, and two lion's head meatballs."

"Bring me a pack of cigarettes and two ounces of liquor, please!"

After giving instructions about the lunch, Zhu Jingyao closed his eyes completely, and within two or three minutes, he began to snore.

With him as an example, Tan Chuan also sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and ordered food with his eyes closed as well:
"Give me a Dongpo pork, two ounces of rice, two ounces of liquor, and I don't need the cigarettes!"

After the two finished ordering, Lin Yi leaned over and asked, "Aren't you two afraid of getting high blood pressure from eating this?"

The question made Zhu Jingyao, who had just started snoring, sway slightly on the sofa. He then muttered, "We finally escaped your control, so don't worry about this or that, just listen to me!"

Seeing the two of them looking completely defeated, Lin Yi sighed, closed the curtains, and dragged Gao Hai and Mao Xiaofei out of the office to arrange lunch and follow-up work.

On the other side, in Newark, New Jersey, on America's east coast.

The terrorist Lin Yi and the others were discussing, Demur, who had come all the way from Syria, was standing in front of a Toyota pickup truck, checking his location by observing the surrounding buildings.

The surrounding buildings all looked almost identical, and after looking around for a long time, he still couldn't figure out which neighborhood he was in.

He raised his leg and kicked the pickup truck wheel hard, then climbed back into the passenger seat.
"I don't know where we are!"

Upon hearing this, driver Mahad looked up and slammed his head down hard on the center of the steering wheel: "We must find out our current location as soon as possible and find a way to get to Virginia and the target airport as quickly as possible."

"The longer we stay here, the more likely our operation is to go wrong!"

Ba——

The horn blared for over ten seconds.

The piercing horn noise silenced the once noisy street for a moment. The next second, windows on both sides of the street opened one after another, and people of all colors—white, yellow, and black—stole their heads out and started cursing at them on the street.

Some even leaned out of the window with gun barrels, cursing them to get lost in English they barely understood.

Seeing the people around them looking like this, the four people in the car didn't dare to linger. Mahad leaned out of the car window, glanced at the sun, then at the time, found the southwest direction, and drove southwest along the street.

It was very fast, with the flair of a seasoned driver.

In the passenger seat, Mudel, wearing his seatbelt, occasionally turned his head to look at the neat houses lining both sides of the road. After a while, he suddenly asked:

"Mahad, do you think the Islamic state we establish might end up like this?" The voice was soft, with a touch of childlike innocence. Mahad didn't reply, but instead pressed down hard on the accelerator, increasing the car's speed once again.

After walking a while longer, a highway fork appeared before them. At the entrance to the fork, there was a sign with several place names written in English.

Washington

Baltimore

After carefully reading the name on the sign, Mahad adjusted his direction and forcefully cut into the side road in front of a slow-moving vehicle, leaving a trail of black smoke behind it, before merging onto the highway.

The vehicles they had overtaken slowly came to a stop, and the drivers took out their phone and dialed the police.

About ten minutes after the call ended, two police cars drove up from behind, one in front and one behind, sandwiching the car between them.

The driver's side door of the police car in front opened, and a fully armed policeman got out, pulled out a photo, and went straight to the driver.

"Sir, is this the car?"

The driver who called the police took the photo, looked at it carefully, and nodded vigorously.
"This is the car!"

After receiving confirmation, the police officer smiled, shook hands with him, turned and got into the car, then grabbed the call button on the center console.

"Adams calling Holt, we've found the mouse with the money!"

"I hope the information you provide is accurate. If Gray and I catch those rats and they don't have any money on them, then you're finished."

The threatening words had barely been spoken when a rebuttal came from the other end:
"They paid a whopping $5 to get their luggage back!"

"I saw their bag; there were at least tens of thousands of dollars in it!"

"They are probably the heirs of those Arab tribes in Syria. Syria is in chaos, so they came here to seek refuge."

After putting down the pager, Officer Adams fastened his seatbelt, floored the accelerator, and gave chase along the highway.

He was moving very fast, and the police car behind him was moving just as fast.

After chasing for about half an hour, the familiar pickup truck finally came into their sight.

Adams pressed the hazard light switch, and the overhead lights began to flash. His commands were also transmitted to the pickup truck through the roof speaker:
"Pull over. You are suspected of speeding and dangerous driving. Please pull over."

Upon hearing the sound, Mahathir instinctively wanted to floor the accelerator and shake off the damned policeman, but before he could make a move, another police car sped past them and blocked their path.

The car was positioned cleverly; it wasn't directly in front of the vehicle, but rather diagonally to the left, without blocking the path of Mahathir's vehicles.

But if Mahathir wanted to speed away, he could only pass through the deliberately left space on the right, or crash into the car in front of him.

The car is traveling at 90 kilometers per hour. At that speed, if a collision occurs, he cannot guarantee that the people in the car will survive.

If you try to overtake on the right and the other vehicle rams into you, you'll also die.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mahad controlled the vehicle to slow down gradually, and at the same time, he told the two people in the back seat who didn't understand English very well to quickly raise their hands.

The vehicle stopped, and seeing how cooperative they were, Adams couldn't help but spit on the ground.

Oh shit!

He walked over and leaned against the rearview mirror at an angle:

"Sir, your driver's license!"

Mahathir readily agreed and handed Adams his passport and driver's license together.

After taking the passport, Adams carefully compared it with Mahad's to confirm that it was him. He then returned the passport and slowly opened his driver's license.

As soon as he opened the driver's license, he frowned and pointed the contents and page of the license at Mahathir, saying, "This is Mr. Mahathir, esteemed gentleman."

"If you want to drive in New Jersey, you must provide an IDP and an English translation of the document."

"Now that you have the English translation, tell me, where is your IDP?"

In the driver's seat, Mahathir's face twitched involuntarily. An IDP, or International Driving Permit, is easy to obtain; all you need to do is have your country join the Geneva Convention.

They have been operating in the area bordering Iraq, Syria, and Türkiye.

Of these three countries, Türkiye has the strictest control over identity information; they can only use identity information from Syria and Iraq.

However, Syria and Iraq have not joined the Geneva Convention, so they naturally cannot obtain this certificate.

He hesitated, wondering whether to just kill the policeman in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two policemen standing behind the police car on the left, their hands on their waists, watching him cautiously.

He could take care of the person in front of him if he acted first, but he couldn't take care of the other two, nor could he get the others off the bus.

Once you get off the bus, the person next to you will become alert.

After hesitating for a moment, his face contorted in pain, he turned to Adams and said:

"I'm sorry, officer, we just arrived from Syria. When we went to rent a car, the rental company told us we could use our identification documents, but we weren't sure. Sorry!"

"I think you should have a way to help us solve this problem."

Mahad's attitude in admitting his mistake was very good, which surprised Adams, but what surprised him even more was that this man was sensible.

Holding Mahad's driver's license, Adams tilted his head slightly and began to think about how much money he should ask for.

Besides myself, there were a few other people.

And this guy just said he'd help them solve the problem.

Solving the problem will cost a lot of money.

Ok……

Adams slowly lowered his head, raised his right index finger, and tentatively uttered a number:
"$10 million!"

As soon as the number was uttered, the three remaining men in the pickup truck immediately became restless. Mahad quickly restrained them, then turned to Adams to discuss the matter:
"Officer, could you make it a little less?"

"We brought some money with us, but we also need to use it ourselves. What do you think of $80,000?"

8 million US dollars.

Adams calculated the expenses: $8. After deducting his partner's share and the commission from processing the documents, he should be able to keep $2.

A great price!
He handed the driver's license back with his right hand, his palm opening naturally:

"8 US dollars, and I'll take you to MVC in Trenton to get your driver's licenses!"

(End of this chapter)