Chapter 308 - 316: Drifting Van

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Chapter 308: Chapter 316: Drifting Van"There are two police cars and two private cars chasing us right now," Helen Wilson warned James Brown as she kept an eye on the vehicles behind them. James Brown was maneuvering the police van. Although they couldn’t shake off the pursuing vehicles just yet, their pursuers couldn’t catch up either, providing Helen with a momentary relief. However, her brows were furrowed with worry—where could they run now, under these circumstances? "By the way, can the person you contacted earlier help us?" "Absolutely, just relax. As long as they don’t catch us now, we will be out of trouble soon." Although Helen Wilson was skeptical of James Brown’s assurance, at that moment, she had no choice but to place her unconditional trust in him. The van made a right turn at an intersection onto Y Street. James’ eyes were searching, and soon he spotted Lucy Campbell’s Porsche speeding towards them from the opposite direction. The convertible was completely open, carrying three people—Lucy’s bodyguards. As the two vehicles briefly met, James Brown casually tossed a package, prepared earlier, onto the other car. Both vehicles didn’t slow down, and except for Helen and Emily Jenkins, everyone else failed to notice what James had thrown. Watching the package being thrown out, Helen felt an indescribable emotion surge within her. It was a piece of evidence she had found with great difficulty, and now it was given away to someone unknown—how could she feel at ease? At that moment, Emily Jenkins, seemingly unconcerned about the importance of the package, turned to look at the police cars behind and excitedly shouted, "Big Brother Brown, faster, go faster, let’s shake them off." "Aren’t you scared, being so excited?" James Brown asked Emily with a smile. Emily giggled and replied, "Not scared at all. These highway chases only happen in movies, and now I’m experiencing one myself. It’s incredibly thrilling and satisfying. Imagine how impressive I’ll look when I tell others about this!" Helen’s expression darkened. In Emily’s view, this perilous situation had turned into a game—a perspective Helen found incomprehensible. "Damn, the fuel light is on," James Brown suddenly announced, causing dismay for both Helen and Emily. "What should we do?" Helen panicked. "What else can we do? Let’s drive as far as we can while we still have some fuel. We surely can’t stop to refuel now, can we?" As he spoke, James Brown forcefully pressed down the accelerator, and the speed of the van surged significantly. The police cars and the private cars behind also frantically accelerated, but James still couldn’t shake them off. Reaching another intersection, James suddenly decreased his speed slightly. As the vehicles behind quickly closed in just as they were about to catch up, James Brown slammed on the brakes and floored the accelerator, vigorously turning the steering wheel. The van executed a sharp drift, swerving onto the left road. "Damn, using a van to drift, this guy is crazy." The police cars and the private cars all continued straight onto the opposing lane. By the time they turned around, James Brown’s van had already disappeared from sight. This left the drivers speechless; being good at drifting was one thing, but performing a drift with a van was quite rare. Given its high center of gravity, a poor drift could easily flip the van over. "Wow, Big Brother Brown, you’re really cool! Drifting and just like that, shaking them off so easily." Helen couldn’t help but admire James Brown even more now. The more she interacted with him, the more she realized his capabilities. In terms of fighting, she previously thought James was only slightly stronger than her, but today she truly understood he was far superior. And driving—managing to drift a van—where on earth did he learn that? Could a stint in the military really turn someone into a decathlete? "You still need to find a solution; there are surveillance cameras on this road, and although we’ve temporarily lost them, our vehicle is still visible on the cameras, so they can quickly pinpoint our location." seaʀᴄh thё ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. James Brown nodded and said, "I know, it’s just a temporary delay. We’ll get off ahead." Ahead at a small intersection, James Brown quickly steered the van into it, then turned into a narrow alley and finally braked to a stop. The three of them quickly got off the car, but James Brown didn’t lead them forward; instead, he took them back a short distance, turning into a residential complex, winding so much that Helen Wilson and Emily Jenkins felt dizzy. However, Helen understood that what James Brown did was very sensible. With the car parked there, it was natural to think of running forward, but they did exactly the opposite. Moreover, the route James followed avoided all the surveillance cameras on the road, making it impossible for even YODC City’s extensive surveillance system to locate them. At this moment, William Armstrong was furious. His years-long smuggling syndicate had formed a very tight network, bringing him profits exceeding two hundred million annually. Of course, this money had to be used to greased palms, and about a hundred million was what usually remained. William Armstrong was astute. To ensure sustainable income, he made sure those in charge and who could benefit him were well-compensated. Thus, he was never stingy when offering bribes up the chain, and his generosity extended to his subordinates’ bonuses. This ensured his stability in the industry, protected from above and loyally supported from below. Any sign of trouble and he would be forewarned, allowing him to steer clear of danger. But this time, there was an undercover cop he only found out about after inquiries. It infuriated him to learn that it was a lone action by a police officer. Angry as he was, he did not panic. Such a small-time cop was manageable with his vast network. Summoning anyone from his contacts would yield more influence than Helen Wilson, the precinct captain. He had already alerted his connections within the Public Security Bureau, who confirmed they would seal the issue swiftly. Moreover, the cyber police monitored the internet closely, ready to delete any relevant leaked information immediately. Furthermore, his subordinates were actively hunting down Helen Wilson and James Brown. He couldn’t believe that a mere precinct captain and a young man could topple him. William Armstrong was a veteran of many storms, proceeding with reason in all his operations. Now, feeling everything under his control, if he could capture Helen and James, he was determined to teach them the tragic consequences of crossing him. However, the reports from his subordinates irked him; they had lost track of their targets. The police, too, reported temporarily losing them. "I’ll dig three feet into the ground if necessary to find you," William Armstrong viciously smashed the ashtray onto the floor, a chilling gleam flashing in his eyes. By now, James Brown, along with Helen Wilson and Emily Jenkins, had hidden away. They weren’t in bushes or any secluded spots, nor were they in any hotel, but had taken refuge in a newly-built residential complex. This complex had just handed out keys a couple of months ago. Most residences were newly renovated, mostly unoccupied. The trio found an apartment, and James effortlessly opened the door. The interior wasn’t bad; it was one of the earlier completed renovations with flooring done, only missing furniture and appliances. After looking around, James commented, "Not bad, there’s water, a toilet, no problem going to the bathroom, but no showers, and no beds. Looks like the three of us will be sleeping on the floor tonight." Seeing James so relaxed, Emily too felt unbothered, even taking a moment to admire and comment on the apartment’s decor. But Helen, at that moment, couldn’t feel as casual, asking, "James Brown, those things you passed on, can they really solve our current problem?" "Of course, don’t worry. Did you and Emily turn off your cellphones, so no one can track our location?" he replied. Helen was startled and quickly turned off her phone, Emily obediently did the same. Seeing James also turning off his, Helen frowned, "You turned off your phone too, what if that person looks for you?" "It’s late; he can’t do anything now. Let’s just get a good night’s sleep and wait for news tomorrow morning," James laid down on the floor as he spoke. Helen twitched her mouth and sat next to James, pushing his shoulder, "I’m just not feeling reassured. Who exactly is this person you’re counting on?" James laughed, "My background is strong, even the mayor has to be polite when he sees me. Finding someone to easily handle this is no big deal." Helen knew James wasn’t willing to reveal more, feeling slightly displeased inside. After all the personal interactions they’ve had, he still kept things from her. Lucy Campbell kept a low profile in YODC City, currently only a few key city officials knew she was in town. Thus, James couldn’t just disclose Lucy’s identity. If it needed to be that public, James could easily call the mayor directly or just show up at Lucy’s, daring anyone to apprehend them. Moreover, this was also a lesson for Helen, a righteous but somewhat naive cop. This experience should teach her that not everything can be approached with sheer enthusiasm, possibly making her a more tactful police officer in the future. Naturally, Helen was unaware of James’s intentions, and at that moment, she was still sulking.

Chapter 308 - 316: Drifting Van

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