A 1.5-hour Drive

Hearing that, Roan blinked and moved his leg, then stepped on the accelerator.

When they were about to reach the intersection, Roan turned the steering wheel, and black smoke rose from the ground. Along with Darren's scream, the black SUV bypassed the cars waiting at the intersection in a strange arc and drove into the middle of the intersection. It suddenly rushed to the left.

Lacey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, gritted her teeth and tried not to make a sound. However, she was pulled along by the centrifugal force of the car drift and sat on Roan's right leg.

Then, to her horror, she realized that Roan did not even let go of the accelerator.

"Roan, you…"

Before Lacey could finish her sentence, Roan had already found the best route. He held Lacey back to the front passenger seat, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and shouted,

"Attention, passengers. I'm going to start accelerating!"

"What?!"

"Wasn't he already at his fastest speed?"

Darren shouted until his throat was dry and he had difficulty breathing. Lacey's face was pale. Roan lowered his head to look at the needle of the speedometer. Since they had not reached the end, it was not the fastest speed.

Without any hesitation, Roan changed gears with his right hand and stepped on the gas tank at the same time. With the roar of the engine, the SUV shot out like an arrow from a bow and headed straight for the distant future.

At the same time, Agent Jock sat in the car with the steering wheel in his hand. He looked at the dark tracks on the ground and then looked at the congested intersection in front of him. His expression was dull and he was a little suspicious of life.

Suddenly, Jock's phone rang. After he answered the call, an anxious female voice came from the other end.

"Agent Jock, is the license plate number of the agent's car you mentioned ***?"

"That's right."

Jock nodded. He remembered who she was. She was a well-known field reporter from New York News, Linette.

Linette was one of the high-ranking reporters Matthew had contacted.

After hearing Jock's affirmative answer, Linette hung up the phone without a second word. She lowered her head and wrote 'FBI agent blatantly speeding, disregarding the safety of others' on her notebook. She patted the cameraman in charge of driving and pointed at the SUV that was moving forward like a bolt of black lightning with her right hand.

"Follow that car! Tonight's bonus is all on him!"

"Ok!"

Hearing the word 'bonus', the photographer snapped and immediately stepped on the accelerator to chase after the SUV.

After a traffic light, they did not even see the rear end of the SUV.

Linette and the photographer were speechless.

40 minutes later, on a small road in Bear Mountain State Park, north of the Hudsonian River, Lacey was leaning on her knees and bending over to vomit. Darren was already lying in the back seat of the car, vomiting until he was unconscious.

Roan lifted his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. He shook his head in disdain.

"Augustus said that it would take 1.5 hours to get here from New York."

"....."

After hearing Roan's words, Lacey, who had recovered a little, was speechless. She forced herself not to pull out her gun and give him a shot. She wiped her mouth and took a deep breath before asking,

"I'll never sit in your car again in my life... What should we do next?"

Roan tilted his head and glanced at the small house in the forest not far away. He took out his Glock 18 and opened the safety.

"Sneak in and see if the murderer is here."

"Ok."

Lacey nodded, took out her pistol, and followed Roan. Before leaving, she did not forget to close the door of the SUV, but at the same time, she left a gap in the rear window of the SUV.

He was afraid that Darren would suffocate in the car.

The cabin in the woods that Darren was talking about was actually a small wooden two-story villa. It looked a little old, but the courtyard was very spacious. There was also a small swimming pool filled with water in the southwest corner of the courtyard.

Roan scanned the surroundings and did not find any surveillance cameras. He gestured to Lacey, and the two of them quietly entered the courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, a taxi that could be seen everywhere on New York Street was parked in the garage of the villa. The taxi door was not closed, and a red lady's handbag was lying in the back seat of the car. When Lacey saw this, her eyes lit up, and she whispered to Roan, "It's Sabrina's bag."

When she was flipping through Sabrina's information, Mona had dragged her to discuss the style of the bag for a long time. Lacey had a deep impression of it.

Roan whispered to Lacey, "Looks like we didn't find the wrong place. The murderer should be here."

Lacey was a little excited. She did not expect them to find the murderer so quickly. She bent down and was about to enter the villa through the garage when Roan suddenly reached out and stopped her.

Lacey did not understand. Roan's nose twitched. He stood in place and observed the taxi carefully. He realized that the fuel tank cap of the taxi had disappeared.

Following Roan's guidance, Lacey also saw the missing fuel cap. Just as she was about to voice her doubts, Roan suddenly jumped up and pinned her to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The taxi took the bullets for Roan and Lacey. Before the two of them could say anything, a few more bullets came from the garage and the door of the villa. Roan did not hesitate. He took out a stun grenade from his waist and threw it in the direction of the gunshot.

Boom!

A blinding light and a deafening noise rang out at the same time. Roan, who was prepared for protection, stood up the moment the noise ended and rushed straight to the door connecting the garage and the villa. However, he did not find any enemies.

"FBI!"

Without waiting for Roan to search the room, a man's scream and a woman's struggling sound suddenly came from the balcony on the second floor of the villa. Roan and Lacey slowly walked to the blind spot with guns in their hands to prevent the other party from shooting them.

The other party shouted, "Don't even think about arresting me! Let me tell you! I filled the bedroom and balcony with gasoline! If you force your way into the room, I'll immediately go to hell with this woman!"

"Mmm..."

Roan stood in a corner and looked carefully at the balcony. He saw a woman in a one-piece dress with her mouth taped and her hands tied behind her back. She kept shaking her head.

A man held a gun in his right hand against the woman's head. At the same time, he lowered his head and hid his head tightly behind the woman's back.

Roan's expression was very ugly. He could not find a shooting angle from this position, so he could not kill the other party.

Moreover, the other party said that there was gasoline on the balcony, so he did not dare to use the stun bomb for the time being. The strong light produced when the stun bomb exploded had a high chance of igniting the gasoline in the room.

This villa was made of wood. It would be troublesome if it really caught fire.

Roan exchanged glances with Lacey and signaled her to call for help. Roan followed the murderer's words and shouted,

"Relax, buddy! I promise you, I won't barge into the bedroom! If you have any requests, you can state them! As long as the hostages are not harmed, everything was negotiable!"

On the other side, Lacey hurriedly ran to the side of the villa and took out her phone to call headquarters.

"This is Augustus."

In the office area of the No. 5 Investigation Team, Augustus answered the phone and looked down at his watch. It had only been 40 minutes since Roan and the others had set off.

According to the 1.5 hour drive, they should have just walked a third of the way..

Calling at this time…Did the car break down?