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Chapter 243 ALEX's Escape

Frank spotted a familiar face at the entrance of Burger King: Vincent Cross, the Investigator General of ICE New York!

His heart skipped a beat.

He didn't know what the guy hiding in the supermarket had done, but he understood that someone who could use Isabella to give him direct orders and attract the attention of the ICE Investigator General must have done something serious.

Frank turned up his collar to cover his face, pushed a shopping cart, and walked into the supermarket through the main entrance.

The ICE agents were still smoking outside the supermarket, seemingly unaware that their target had already entered the supermarket and thought he was just an unsuspecting nobody still inside the burger joint.

Frank was relieved that he hadn't alerted the ICE agents. As soon as he entered, he made a phone call and casually grabbed some items from the shelf and threw them into a shopping cart, posing as a customer.

The caller answered quickly, their tone wary: "Who are you?"

"Mr. Li asked me to give you his regards," Frank said softly, glancing at the ICE agent at the door.

Alex relaxed a little, but was surprised that Richard's hand could reach this far.

And so fast?

He realized that he had underestimated Richard's abilities.

"What do we do now!" Alex asked anxiously.

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He glanced cautiously out the window and saw at least seven or eight ICE cars surrounding the Burger King.

Alex's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Frank said softly, "I'm at the supermarket. Where are you?"

Alex hesitated for a moment. Was the other party trying to trick him?

After thinking about it, it seemed impossible. The fact that the other party could name Richard and mention the supermarket suggested that they were probably an accomplice Richard had hired.

Alex had no choice but to take a gamble: "I'm in the bathroom."

"OK, wait for me, I'm wearing gray clothes."

Frank pushed the cart into the bathroom.

Alex peeked out from a small cubicle, looking rather timid: "I am Alex."

Frank immediately stepped forward, went into the small cubicle, locked the door, and then took a spare police uniform jacket from his backpack: "Put this on! Wear it under your coat!"

Alex quickly put it on, then put on his own coat over it.

Frank's clothes were a bit too tight, and they looked very constricting on Alex.

Frank then produced a police badge and handed it to Alex: "Here you go. From now on, you are NYDP Constable McCann, assigned to Montreal to assist in a murder case. I am your superior, Inspector Frank."

Alex nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

He realized that the other party really had come to help him escape.

They even went so far as to impersonate fake police officers!

Richard is such a great guy, he's a true godfather!

Frank then took out a fake beard and stuck it on Alex, then used an eyebrow pencil from the supermarket to change Alex's eyebrow shape, and then put on non-prescription glasses. At first glance, Alex looked like a completely different person.

Frank checked everything carefully before calmly saying, "Let's go! Don't be nervous, and don't say anything if anything happens. Leave it all to me."

"OK!" Alex took a deep breath.

The two walked out of the small cubicle.

A burly man was urinating in front of a urinal when he saw two men come out of a stall. He curled his lip in disgust.

ALEX's lips twitched.

FXXK!

I'm not gay!

Frank, expressionless, led Alex straight to the supermarket manager's office, pushing the door open and walking in without knocking.

The manager was a chubby, white man, and a female supermarket employee was sitting on his lap, affectionately hugging his neck and kissing him passionately.

The two were startled when they heard the door open.

The manager quickly pulled his hand out from under the female employee's skirt, angrily saying, "Who are you! Can't you knock?!"

The female employee immediately stood up, smoothed her skirt, and glared fiercely at Frank and his companion.

Frank simply flashed his badge: "NYPD Inspector Frank! I've detected a potential security threat and need to leave through the unloading tunnel. Don't alert anyone. Just keep it a secret; I can pretend I didn't see what happened."

Damn it! It's a cop! FXXK! The female employee cursed under her breath and hurriedly left in fear.

The manager's expression changed, and he said with a forced smile, "No problem! Of course, no problem! However, we were just discussing work, we didn't do anything..."

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Frank, not wanting to listen to his rambling, said, "Just lead the way."

"OK! OK! Officer, this way! Absolutely no one will see us!" The manager fawned and led the way.

Soon, we arrived at the unloading channel.

The passageway was deserted; it wasn't time to unload.

The manager ordered the black employee to open the door. Frank led Alex out of the supermarket and happened to see ICE people coming out of Burger King and walking quickly towards the supermarket.

"Let's go!" Frank said, becoming increasingly calm.

"Okay, okay." Alex's heart raced as he quickly followed Frank to the supermarket parking lot, not daring to look across the street.

The two got into the car.

Frank immediately started the vehicle.

ICE moved quickly and blocked the entrances and exits of the supermarket parking lot.

Every vehicle must be stopped and searched!

Alex's hands and feet began to tremble.

Finished!

Finished!

I'm doomed!

Frank remained unfazed. Instead of dodging, he walked towards the ICE cars blocking the door and even rolled down his window beforehand.

He stuck one arm out the window, waved, and said with a grin, "Hi! Vincent!"

Vincent was assigning tasks to his subordinates when he heard this. He turned around, saw Frank, and immediately smiled, "Frank! What are you doing here?"

ICE and NYDP collaborated frequently. Frank was promoted to inspector, a position comparable to Vincent's. The two had worked together several times and had a fairly good personal relationship.

Frank casually parked the car next to Vincent: "Taking a newbie to Montreal to assist with a case? What are you doing here in this freezing weather? Why are you even bringing people here to work?"

Vincent glanced casually at Alex inside the car. The interior was dimly lit, and he didn't pay much attention to the officer. Not recognizing Alex, he mumbled a vague complaint: "Don't even mention it, orders from above, FXXK!"

Alex had actually run away, which frustrated him. He couldn't reveal the source of the order, so he tried to cover it up.

Frank shrugged: "We're all just working hard. They just give a word, and we're running ourselves ragged!"

Criticizing one's boss is a topic that all men can relate to.

Vincent, of course, chimed in with a curse: "Who wouldn't say so!"

Frank patted Vincent's arm: "Never mind, I won't keep you from your work. I'll treat you to drinks when we get back to New York."

"OK!"

Frank drove away with ease.

Vincent watched Frank's taillights disappear at the intersection, vaguely feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he ignored it and continued to set up the search.

call!

call!

call!

Alex watched the ICE car disappear into the distance, breathing rapidly. "We actually escaped! Are you a real cop? Or a police inspector?"

Frank glanced at him but said nothing.

Alex had already guessed it: the man in front of him was indeed an NYPD inspector!

What the hell!

Richard, you're too awesome!

He actually managed to persuade a police inspector to help him escape!

ALEX could hardly imagine it.

Frank drove toward the highway entrance to the east.

The vehicle traveled east along the coastal highway and stopped at a small pier about forty minutes later.

A coast guard patrol boat was already waiting on the shore, its engine idling, and the officer in the cockpit was one of Frank's trusted men.

He and Frank were both members of the Raven Squad and were die-hard Isabella supporters.

"Get on board!" Frank said.

Alex was completely dumbfounded.

patrol boat!

It was a police patrol boat!

How many connections did Richard use to save me?

What exactly is Richard's identity?

Frank helped Alex onto the patrol boat, then handed the officer a folded note.

The officer glanced at it, nodded, and without saying anything more, said to Alex, "Dude, sit tight! We're off!"

"OK!" Alex walked into the cabin somewhat blankly, even forgetting to thank Frank.

Today's experience was so bizarre that his mind is still a bit blank.

The patrol boat started.

Frank stood on the dock, silently watching the patrol boat sail away from the shore and disappear into the night before returning to his car.

The patrol boat sailed for an unknown amount of time before Alex drifted off to sleep.

"We're here! Dude! Wake up!" The officer patted Alex.

"Ah!" Alex sat up with a start.

The patrol boat has already docked.

This is a small private dock.

The officer shoved a file bag into Alex's arms: "Listen, there's a gray Toyota at the dock, full tank. Here are the car keys and a map, plus a new phone with internet access and GPS. Don't download any apps, just navigate to Montreal Airport. Have a safe trip!"

Alex walked ashore in a daze.

The patrol boat turned around and drove away.

"Holy crap! Where did they throw me?"

Clutching the folder, Alex braved the cold wind and found the gray car on the deserted dock.

He took the car keys out of the file bag, got into the car, started the engine, and the heater started blowing out.

Alex finally seemed to come to his senses.

He opened his phone's navigation.

The current location is the town of Lauspoint.

This is a small town on the shore of Lake Champlain, about 40 miles from Montreal.

Alex gripped the steering wheel, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and drove off the dock.

A short while later, Alex stopped in front of the window of the border checkpoint and handed over the police officer's identification that Frank had given him.

The border officer glanced at the documents, searched for Alex's identity in the system to confirm its authenticity, and casually asked, "BRO, what are you doing in Canada in the middle of the night?"

Alex's heart started racing.

This is a fake document!

However, the system successfully verified ALEX's identity!

The system's numbers and names match perfectly!

Holy crap? How is this possible! Unless they even altered the NYPD system data? Alex suppressed his shock and casually said, "Assisting with a case, a murder case."

The border officer nodded and pushed the documents back: "Be careful on the road."

"Thank you." Alex was completely confused about what was going on.

Alex arrived at Montreal Airport; it was already daylight.

There were very few people in the waiting area.

Alex was a little at a loss, hesitating whether to call the mysterious person.

Just then, a student from Dongda University with a typical Northeastern face pushed his suitcase and sat down behind Alex.

Alex glanced at him, puzzled.

"Don't look at me," the man said in Chinese.

As he spoke, he slowly pushed the suitcase behind him: "The plane ticket is already bought, Montreal to Shallow Bay, departing in half an hour. Your passport and new ID are in the suitcase. Someone will be waiting for you when you arrive in Shallow Bay. Have a safe trip!"

He finished speaking and got up to leave, leaving his suitcase behind.

Holy crap?

Are they conducting espionage?

I'm just a poor student!

Alex was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how he, an ordinary international student, could be worthy of such a grand display.

The experience that night was truly bizarre.

However, his escape was not over yet, and he dared not let his guard down until he set foot on the soil of Dongda University.

(Unless, of course, I accidentally fell asleep on the ship.)

Its daybreak.

Vincent searched the small town all night but couldn't find Alex, and he looked very unwell.

ALEX is gone!

Where did he go?!

The surveillance cameras on the highway clearly captured him arriving in this small town in his rented car.

Why can't I find it?!

Alex's car remained outside Burger King all night.

But the person has disappeared.

Without a car, how far can a fat guy go?

He either hid somewhere or got into someone else's car and left.

Vincent was furious.

Alex was involved in the promotion and salary increase. He thought catching an international student would be easy and pleasant, but who knew this kid would be so slick!

He actually ran away while I was waiting for the arrest warrant!

What does this tell us?

This indicates there is a mole within ICE, and the information is relayed to Alex.

Vincent refused to give up and, together with the local police, turned the entire town upside down. They spent two whole days searching for Alex, but still couldn't find him.

By the third day, Vincent's face was ashen.

In a small city like this, it's almost impossible for an outsider, especially one from Dongda University, to hide away unnoticed.

But Alex just disappeared!

Just then, his subordinate frantically found Vincent and handed him a cell phone: "Chief, look!"

"What?" Vincent frowned and looked over.

The phone was open to Alex's social media account, where he had just posted a message: "I'm in Qianwan, just got off the plane. Thanks to some brothers for their help, I'm safely back at Dongda University. I'll rest for a few days and take a break from broadcasting for now!"

The accompanying photo is of Qianwan Airport, but Alex's face is not shown.

"FXXK!" Vincent couldn't hold back any longer; his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "Could this be fake news?"

The subordinate gave a wry smile: "I don't know, but it's very likely true. I just checked, a flight from Montreal to Shenzhen just landed at Qianwan Airport, and Alex was probably on that flight. We haven't been able to find that fat guy, so this is the only explanation—he's already escaped..."

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Vincent gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at the message for a long time.

A perfect opportunity to climb up was missed!

Damn!

Who exactly helped Alex escape?

I will never let you go!

"Investigate! Keep investigating!" Vincent squinted. "Why did Alex suddenly run away from his girlfriend's house? Who's the mole within ICE? Who helped him escape our sight? Who helped him cross the border? Who helped him board the plane in Montreal! Find out everything! So many people helped him along the way, I don't believe there wasn't a single oversight!"

"Yessir!"

Vincent got into the car with a cold expression, squinting his eyes as he pondered for a long time.

A suspicious point quickly came to mind: Frank.

He immediately sensed that something was wrong.

What a coincidence that NYPD Inspector Frank appeared at this Walmart!

Vincent carefully recalled the whole process and realized that he couldn't remember the appearance of the policeman next to Frank. He hadn't paid attention at the time, and it was dark, so he really couldn't see him clearly.

The biggest point of suspicion is that there were no Walmart shopping bags in the car.

Frank didn't buy anything at Walmart!

But why would Frank help a student from the University of Tokyo?

That doesn't make sense.

Is he really investigating a case?

Vincent immediately used his connections to find an official at the NYPD to privately investigate whether Frank's schedule yesterday was normal.

As a result, the NYPD reported that Frank was indeed going to Canada to assist in the case, and it was a secret investigation. The specific personnel accompanying him and the timing were unknown.

It was classified at a very high level; even the officials in charge of the investigation were not authorized to view it.

Perhaps it really was just a coincidence? Vincent frowned, hesitating whether he should use his connections to ask the local police to check Walmart's surveillance footage.

"Alex, the corpse collector, has run away." Alger's face was grim.

"What?" Langdon exclaimed in surprise, involuntarily saying, "Even ICE couldn't catch him!"

Alger took a deep breath: "What did you learn from this?"

Langdon knew his father was testing him. After thinking hard for a while, he carefully chose his words and said, "A student from the University of Tokyo could never escape ICE's pursuit on his own. So, there must be some big shot helping him. But he's just a corpse collector. What value does he have that would make someone important take action? So, I have good reason to suspect that their goal is to dig out evidence of my crimes from Alex, but ultimately, it involves Father."

After saying that, Langdon looked at Alger expectantly.

Alger nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, you do have some brains."

This son is quite talented, not as bad as he imagined.

As expected of the Vaughn family bloodline!

Langdon breathed a sigh of relief, then asked worriedly, "What do we do next? They went to such great lengths to protect Alex, which means they have big plans."

Alger sneered, confidently stating, "The Vaughn family has been in New York for over a century; what storms haven't we weathered? Let me teach you another lesson: the more dangerous the situation, the more cautious you must be. The method is simple: first, find the culprit, then retaliate. I can give you access to some family resources; go ahead and do it. You'll have to clean up the mess you've made."

Langdon nodded emphatically. He knew that after studying for so long, his first mini-test was about to begin.