Plans For Ten, Please.

Alexander was already heading across the thirty-one-mile-long bridge that separated the airport from Macau. Kujaku insisted it was safer for them to pass through the Macau car customs than the Hong Kong ones, so they left in that direction.

Getting off the airport wasn't that hard, with their four cars marked as airport security, but the troubles were far from over.

It wasn't rare for airport security vehicles to leave the airport toward Macau, but it was odd for four of them to follow each other. So they had to ditch the cars soon.

Alexander wondered how they would pull that off on a bridge, but Kujaku grinned at him when he asked.

"How much do you know about the Zhuhai Bridge?"

Alex frowned a bit.

"Virtually nothing. I had to look up where Macau was just because I thought it was a Hispanic country," Alex admitted.