He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

Brother Xiong did not answer.

He stepped on the gas, and the Raptor's engine let out a low growl, propelling the car up a bit more.

The road ahead became narrower and narrower, and tin sheds and high walls began to appear on both sides.

"We're almost there," Xiong Ge said.

The monkey looked ahead and could see the outline of the abandoned factory area.

Large factory buildings, chimneys of varying heights, and tangled pipes hanging in the air.

The ground was covered with broken bricks and abandoned iron frames, and some areas were overgrown with weeds.

Brother Bear turned the steering wheel, and the raptor darted through a large, broken iron gate.

The police cars followed.

But soon, the situation changed.

The roads in the factory area are very narrow; in some places, only one car can pass at a time.

There were a frightening number of forks in the road, one to the left and one to the right, some leading to the back of the factory and others to a pile of scrap metal.

The police cars slowed down noticeably.

They were unfamiliar with the terrain and hesitated at every fork in the road.

Some police cars drove into dead ends and had to reverse out.

Some simply stopped and used their headlights to see the road ahead.

The monkey glanced behind it and laughed.

"Brother Xiong, it's done, they've all been dumped."

The lights of those police cars grew farther and farther away, and some were no longer visible at all.

The sirens grew weaker and weaker.

There were many forks in the road in the factory area, and the police officers scattered. They chased one car after another, and they all went the wrong way.

Brother Xiong didn't say anything and continued driving forward.

After a few more bends, the police car lights almost disappeared from view.

The monkey breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, we've shaken them off."

Brother Xiong glanced at the rearview mirror again.

His brow furrowed.

"I didn't shake them off."

"What?"

The monkey looked back.

The dark green BMW Mini was still behind.

The distance didn't increase; instead, it got closer.

That car is not at a disadvantage on such narrow roads; it's small and highly maneuverable.

It always stayed very close to the target when turning, never slowing down.

In some places, Brother Xiong had to ease off the accelerator slightly, but the Mini just accelerated past.

As the car drew closer, the monkey began to feel uneasy.

"Why is he following me so closely?"

Brother Xiong didn't say anything, and turned the steering wheel to make another turn.

The BMW Mini also turned around.

Brother Xiong turned another corner.

The BMW Mini also turned around.

"He actually caught up," Xiong Ge said, his tone tinged with surprise.

The monkey gripped the handrail, its palms sweaty.

"Does he have GPS?"

"It's not a navigation problem," Xiong Ge said. "It's because he can understand my route."

The monkey was silent for two seconds.

"Did you understand?"

"Yes, he predicted which road I would take based on the angle and speed at which I turned."

Looking at Brother Bear's expressionless face, and then at the BMW Mini getting closer and closer behind, a thought suddenly arose in the monkey's mind.

He recalled those jokes online.

Could he be a retired race car driver?

He swallowed hard.

Stepping on the gas, the Raptor surged forward a bit more.

But the BMW Mini also accelerated, and the distance between the two cars shortened even further.

The roads in the factory area are getting narrower and narrower.

The Raptor charged left and right ahead, its large size making it appear cumbersome on the narrow road.

Several times we almost scraped against the wall while turning, the tires slipped on the gravel road, making a screeching sound.

Lu Chen followed behind, the BMW Mini moving like an eel between the ruins and the metal frame.

He could sense that the raptor was in a hurry.

The driver started making mistakes.

There was a bend, and the Raptor was going too fast into the bend, causing the car to swerve and almost crash into a concrete pillar.

The driver swerved sharply, and the rear of the car swept over a row of sheet metal frames, which collapsed with a crash.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Chen moved even closer.

The distance between the two vehicles was less than ten meters.

Jiang Xue gripped the handrail, her eyes fixed on the raptor in front of her.

"He's getting anxious," she said.

Lu Chen didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the car in front of him.

He could see the Raptor's taillights swaying and hear its engine roaring.

The car was struggling, wrestling with the road.

Inside the Raptor car.

Beads of cold sweat seeped from Xiong Ge's bald head, trickling down his bulging temples.

His hands were trembling, not just a slight tremor, but his entire arm was twitching uncontrollably, his knuckles were clenched white, and his palms were covered in sticky, damp sweat.

His mind was in complete chaos.

"Damn it...this isn't right...this can't be..."

He kept repeating it to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

He could draw the route of every pipe in this factory with his eyes closed, and he knew which passage offered a shortcut and which corner was a good hiding spot.

This is the day I've been waiting for.

The expected highlights did not appear.

He was forced into such a sorry state by a BMW Mini.

Another bend in the road.

The raptor slowed down, but not enough.

The car body tilted to one side in the curve, and the tires screeched.

Lu Chen did not slow down.

He stayed close to the inside of the curve, without letting up on the accelerator.

The BMW Mini practically scraped past a pile of scrap metal.

He outpaced the birds of prey.

It didn't completely overtake, but the front of the car was already at the door of the Raptor.

Lu Chen glanced at it from the side.

He saw a bald man in the driver's seat looking at him.

The man's eyes were full of surprise, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Then he saw another person in the passenger seat.

What was that person holding in their hand?

It was pitch black.

gun.

"There's a gun," Lu Chen shouted.

He jerked the steering wheel, and the BMW Mini swerved to the side.

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet grazed past the rearview mirror of the car.

It didn't hit.

Jiang Xue's pupils shrank sharply; they actually had guns.

Firearms are strictly controlled in Xia Kingdom, and ordinary people have no way of coming into contact with guns.

Who would carry a gun?

Only desperados!

This shows that the other party committed a serious offense.

"What do we do now?" Jiang Xue forced herself to remain calm.

"No problem, I can handle it."

He stepped on the gas, and the BMW Mini surged forward a bit more.

The Raptor was also accelerating, and the two vehicles drove side by side, vying for position on the narrow road.

The road ahead suddenly opened up.

A huge open space, the ground piled with sand and gravel.

In the middle of the open space was a sand dune that looked like a small mountain, about two stories high.

Lu Chen saw an opportunity.

He jerked the steering wheel, and the BMW Mini cut in front of the Raptor.

Then he eased off the accelerator.

The raptor didn't have time to slow down and charged headlong into the sand dune.

The front of the car lifted up, the entire car flipped over, spun once in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground, its chassis facing upwards, with all four wheels still spinning.

Lu Chen stepped on the brakes.

The BMW Mini came to a steady stop next to the sand dune.

He opened the car door, got out, and walked to the raptor.

There were two people in the car, both hanging upside down.

Brother Xiong's face was covered in blood as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

I tried several times, sliding my fingers around on the buckle, but I just couldn't press it down.

He cursed, tried again, but still couldn't press it down. Finally, he gave up and just left it hanging there, staring blankly at the roof.

He felt regret.

He had scouted out the factory site; he remembered every pit and bump.

He remembered that sand pile; he could walk around it with his eyes closed when he came here before.

Just now, for some reason, the moment that BMW Mini overtook him, his mind went blank and he forgot everything.

As a result, he got himself into trouble.

I got caught up in the terrain I knew best.

The man in the passenger seat was no longer moving.

His head was tilted to one side, his eyes were closed, and the airbag was covered in blood.

That was the guy who fired the shot just now; he's as quiet as a dead dog now.

To be honest, it's good that he's unconscious.

Otherwise, when the police arrive, we'll have to explain who fired the shot.

Lu Chen walked to the passenger side, bent down to look, reached in, and took out the gun.

He handed the gun to Jiang Xue.

He's not good with firearms.

Jiang Xue took the gun, ejected the magazine, and found three bullets remaining.

She checked and confirmed that there were no other dangerous items.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.