Sheffield City border.
A team of people stood on the mountain road, staring at the cars that had been intercepted ahead.
The sound of a lighter was just heard, followed by the hand holding the cigarette being withdrawn.
"Young Master Hawthorne, that guy hid in the traffic, hard to find."
"Don't harm the innocent, be low key."
"Understood," Ethan Coates waved, leading a team to retreat and bypass the mountain in search of the person.
Len Hawthorne, hands in his pockets, stood in front staring at the oncoming traffic.
Those left behind were using hacker technology to target the passing vehicles in search of the fleeing target.
"Team Hawthorne, the other party may be wearing something that blocks heatline scans. Even Skynet has no way to scan their existence."
"Then use the most primitive abilities to search. Technology may actually be paralyzed on such people."
Len Hawthorne leapt into the driveway.
That action in surveillance was as fast as a flash.