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The 300-meter distance took them less than two minutes to reach the outer auxiliary road of the dock area.

A sleek, dark black car was parked by the roadside. Its windows were made of specially made dark glass, making it impossible to see inside from the outside. Its design resembled a vintage car produced in the 20th century, but it represented the most advanced manufacturing technology in the world.

An elderly butler with graying temples was leaning against the car. When he saw Charlotte hurrying over, he immediately bowed slightly.

"Miss," the butler greeted her calmly.

"Mr. Norton, I need to use the vehicle," Charlotte said directly, without any pleasantries.

The old butler, Norton, paused, about to remind his young mistress not to drive the vehicle without permission, but Charlotte's next words stopped him from offering his advice.

"Lend your car keys to the detective," Charlotte gestured to Morian beside her.

Morian nodded at the opportune moment and exchanged a glance with the old butler.

Since Charlotte had spoken, there was no need for the butler to ask any further questions.

Norton said no more, and with a smile, took a small key from his suit pocket and handed it to him.

"May it help you, Mr. Morian."

"Thank you." Morian took the keys, quickly went around to the other side, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat. The closing of the car door instantly shut out most of the noise and chaos from the outside world.

The car's instrument panel was a traditional analog type. He inserted the key into the ignition, but did not start the engine immediately.

Morian turned his head and looked at Charlotte, who was about to open the passenger door. His eyes, which had been showing urgency, suddenly flashed with calm.

"Sir, before we set off, I need to know where our destination is and how much time we have," Charlotte asked, reaching out to open the car door.

"Miss Charlotte, you don't need to come along," Morian immediately shook his head, answering firmly.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte stopped pulling on the car door, a look of confusion appearing in her emerald eyes.

"Time is running out; there are other things here that I need your help with."

Morian took the Key of Caius from his trench coat pocket and handed it out the car window.

"I've already left my coordinates centered on myself; I'm seeking help from the church or the Hall of Phenomena."

"Wait about fifteen minutes, and you can use this open passage to get to where I am. It doesn't need to be too early, just make sure I arrive first."

He didn't give many instructions, but Charlotte instantly understood his full intentions.

The girl nodded gently, her expression showing no panic, only a calmness and determination beyond her years.

"Understood, please be careful." After saying that, she took a step back and closed the passenger door.

After giving these instructions, Morian quickly fastened his seatbelt, and the moment he turned the car key, the engine was almost instantly ignited, emitting a powerful roar.

The vehicle smoothly drove away from the roadside and quickly merged into the road outside the dock area, heading towards the city.

Watching the vehicle disappear down the road, Charlotte turned and said a few words to her butler Norton before turning back without hesitation to the chaotic scene on the West Bank.

……

The scenery outside the car window flashed by quickly, and soon they drove out of the dock area. Morian leaned back in his seat, his brain working furiously as he drove.

Where might Joseph go? Where would he choose to go with a bomb capable of destroying a city?

If they were misled by the End Cult, then the location must have been carefully chosen to maximize the effect, covering the core area of ​​the entire city of Bet.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, a semi-transparent "map" automatically unfolded at the edge of his vision, presenting a detailed map including Bet City and the surrounding area.

A glaring red dot could be seen moving rapidly along the main road of the city, heading straight for the neighboring city!

This was undoubtedly a hint from the cheat code.

It's Joseph?! He really wants to leave Bethlehem? Could it be that his landing point isn't within the city...?

Above the map, a string of cold, relentless numbers danced.

[22 minutes 24 seconds]

[22 minutes 23 seconds]

[22 minutes and 22 seconds...]

There are still about seventeen kilometers to go to the red dot.

The car quickly drove out of the city and onto the highway. Morian silently calculated the time, then pressed the accelerator to its limit, increasing the speed to 120 kilometers per hour.

At this speed, we could probably arrive in about ten minutes, but what if we catch up? We also have to consider the time spent searching and stopping them. We might only have five desperate minutes left, and that's the best-case scenario.

A tremor of excitement, tension, and immense pressure crept into his heart. He could feel his hands gripping the steering wheel sweating, and his right leg, pressed on the accelerator, trembled slightly involuntarily.

Can it be stopped? Faced with a highly dangerous relic that could cover the entire city, can one person really disrupt the operation of "Grey Paradise" and stop this disaster in just a few minutes?

No one can guarantee that, because there are just too many factors to consider.

Although Charlotte has already sought help, it remains to be seen whether the official forces can respond and intervene in a timely manner. Moreover, there is currently no information about Joseph's condition, and it is impossible to determine whether the other party has other means.

It seems all we can do is floor the gas pedal and take a gamble.

The roar of the engine was exceptionally clear on the silent road, like a wounded beast running with all its might. Morian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his entire focus on the endless main road ahead, dodging oncoming vehicles.

He dared not be distracted as the black Mustang sped wildly along the highway. The last time he had driven this fast was in a racing simulator at an arcade, but now he was experiencing the thrill of high-speed racing on a real road.

In the event of a collision, even with his upgraded physique, it would be difficult for him not to be smashed into a pulp.

The worst part was that a car coming from the wrong direction was approaching, its blinding headlights instantly piercing the windshield and illuminating his tense face and suddenly constricted pupils inside the driver's seat.

"Damn it!" Morian cursed under his breath, a look of madness flashing across his illuminated face.

Instead of panicking and swerving the steering wheel, he gritted his teeth, turned the steering wheel slightly, and let the car almost brush past the edge of the oncoming car.

Having narrowly escaped death, Morian breathed a sigh of relief and focused his attention on the road ahead again. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something different about the view outside the window.

It is true that it is close to evening, but the sky is unusually dark!

Dark, heavy clouds had gathered at some point, shrouding the city and making the sky as gloomy as if night had fallen early.

The air outside the window was stifling, as if even the wind carrying an ominous premonition.

Perhaps feeling the atmosphere wasn't eerie enough, the car's radio suddenly activated automatically, emitting a hissing noise before playing music.

"And you don't seem to understand..."

"A shame you seemed an honest man......"

"And all the fears you hold so dear..."

The dark clouds churned even more violently, and the muffled thunder and indistinct music intertwined, echoing in my ears like a dirge for the lost.

But it was precisely this chaotic music that gradually calmed his uneasy heart, allowing him to focus on driving.

[14 minutes 57 seconds]

The countdown ticked away between the music and the thunder.