Chapter 180 - 164: Stop Chasing!

The car gently drove off the highway without encountering any obstacles.

"Is that it?"

David felt this job was too easy, even less challenging than sneaking an interface into Burger King in the subway last time.

The people in the car rolled their eyes at this rookie.

Rebecca leaned in to explain, "It means the person who assigned you the job did a good setup. Getting special permits and military tech set up during these times means the intermediary is pretty capable."

"Actually..."

"Ahem." Lucy coughed, "We just transport the stuff. It’s good the intermediary is capable."

Pila also leaned in, "Speaking of which, what’s the pay? A job this smooth can’t pay much, depends on what’s being transported."

"Well... it’s a bit complicated, but the pay shouldn’t be less than 60,000."

"That’s pretty decent."

Eight people, 60,000, split evenly means each gets 7,500. Considering they only had to make a few runs, that was quite a sum.

Upon hearing this number, everyone seemed satisfied, and David was completely taken aback.

For chip thieves like them, making 100 euros in a day was already good—

And they just made 7,500 in one go?!

He felt like a night club hostess who just stumbled into the scene, experiencing a shift in his perception of money—

Or rather, this shift had been happening ever since he started getting jobs from Burger King.

"Hey—" Lucy tapped David’s head, "What are you planning to do with this money? You seemed really strapped for cash?"

"I... I don’t know. I’ll probably boast to my mom first, then buy some new implants? Aren’t we going to change careers soon?"

Pila grinned and waved a hand in front of David, "Haha, with your small build, you need to train more to get implants. Check out my arm, isn’t it awesome?"

Lucy just stared silently at the empty road and the Evil Land.

Boast a bit, spend a bit, get new prosthetics, then take on more dangerous jobs.

More dangerous jobs, more money, better implants, and then... more dangerous jobs.

The life of a mercenary.

"...No long-term goals?"

"Buy a house?"

"That is quite a long-term goal."

But on closer thought, a 200,000-euro Moon ticket was probably small change to people like Burger King.

So what was it all for?

Lucy aimlessly looked around, even connecting to the rear-view camera to watch other scenery—

Then her expression changed: a police car was tailing them!

"NCPD! On our tail!"

"Huh?"

Pila also connected to the camera and looked; his smile vanished, "This is a problem..."

He then burst into loud laughter, "Let’s see how good the cop’s driving is—Man, we’ve got company behind us!"

"Saw that already, just waiting for the right time to lose them!"

The two Columbus Freight trucks stomped on the gas!

Reaver in the police car also accelerated suddenly!

Old Han in the car was even more terrified—should he hide in the back seat and pretend he didn’t see anything?!

"Please stop chasing, you’re obstructing justice!"

"I’m just following to see—what’s wrong with that in such a chaotic Evil Land?"

Reaver didn’t budge, tightly tailing the two trucks!

As long as he didn’t fire a shot, he was in the right!

The car he was now driving was a Villefortecotis Dominator, a light armored vehicle designed for NCPD. If he got outrun by these Columbus Freight trucks, he might as well crash into a rock and end it!

Pila also noticed this, "Drive onto the Evil Land. His car is urban-specific, our chassis is higher, he can’t keep up!"

Rebecca frowned, "Hey, his car is urban-specific, but ours are not off-roaders either, plus we have military ordnance... hey!"

Bang!

The first bump as the car left the highway was jarring, but the vehicle held strong!

Reaver twisted the steering wheel, ignoring Old Han’s terrified gaze, and veered off the pavement!

The second big jolt hit—both vehicles slowed down, but driving like this would inevitably lead to them falling apart!

Who would survive?

The two vehicles bumped and slid on the Evil Land, the passengers getting dizzy, but to outsiders, it might seem a bit funny...

Because the vehicle’s speed wasn’t actually that fast.

With a clunk, parts began falling off the Columbus Freight truck with the higher chassis!

"This is bad!" Rebecca jumped around frantically in the backseat, then pulled out two small handguns!

Lucy quickly restrained her, "We can’t shoot. If we shoot, it means we’re really in trouble!"

"Then what do we do?"

"We..."

Buzz—

A drone appeared in the sky, connecting a signal.

Lucy quickly spoke into the comms channel, "That police car is crazy!"

...

Watching the drone footage, Lille frowned—screwing up such a simple job?

But on closer inspection, both sides of the chase seemed quite restrained, the speed looked slow as a snail to the Wanderers on Lille’s side.

Despite the slow speed, the vehicles were already smoking and dropping parts without opening fire. The situation seemed somewhat subtle.

Continuing with the drone’s observation...

The officer in that NCPD Dominator looked familiar.

A normal right eye, the left eye fully mechanical Prosthetic Eye, wearing a red vest...

That righteous detective from the game, Reaver Ward? Instead of protecting the mayor, he’s here chasing a legit NCPD contract vehicle?

Lille didn’t bother figuring out why—whatever the case, he had to stop the pursuit or those two Columbus Freight trucks would soon fall apart.

"Take aim, there’s a police car chasing them."

The passenger seat’s V mounted the gun on the window, "Take out the car, leave the people?"

"Shoot the car, spare the people."

The vehicle started, darting out from behind a boulder!

Both sides of the chase spotted them, and with the help of the Prosthetic Eye, they could also see the long gun barrel mounted on the car window—

In the police car, Old Han and Reaver felt chills down their spine...

Raccoon dog!

Old Han immediately lunged at Reaver, pinning him down!

Bam!

The tungsten nail armor-piercing bullet easily pierced the already damaged car armor, entering through the right headlight, passing through the front wheel hub, and then exploding the rear tire!

The entire car spun out of control, hitting a bump on the sand dune, flipping over!

Reaver in the car only felt the world spinning—

Bam.

The car crashed to the ground.

The whole vehicle flipped, and Reaver struggled to lift his head, seeing the Columbus Freight truck slowing down drastically, billowing black smoke, and leisurely driving away.

Blood trickled down his cheek, and his Prosthetic Eye suddenly flashed a string of errors.

[Warning! Prosthetic malfunction!]

[Warning, unidentified signal detected... ]

[Detective, you have more important things to investigate rather than chasing down your colleagues]

[The Nightingale Project led to the deaths of dozens of Wanderers, which started the whole thing. If you seek justice, why not go after the responsible parties who are still alive?]

[Here’s a clue: Alex Pushkin, Biotechnology Marketing Department employee]

[Before you have solid evidence, you’d better investigate secretly. Need I say why?]

Raccoon dog, Nightingale Project—a series of keywords connected in Reaver’s mind, realizing those people were indeed in the Evil Land.

And the Nightingale Project was the start of the chaos that day, leading Reaver to instinctively link the Lizard Men to it.

Unexpectedly, the clues he needed came from that fugitive.

"Burger King..." Reaver struggled to push away the metal piece trapping him, "Old Han? We’ve got a lead... Old Han?!"

Old Han had been thrown out of the car, looking dazed, muttering incoherently...

"Stop chasing, please stop chasing..."

Reaver breathed a sigh of relief but had no intention to pursue further.

...

"Nice job—there won’t be any repercussions for that police car. It was just a rookie."

A desert sports car roared its engine as it pulled up next to the two trucks—

The wild yet beautiful design of the car caught everyone’s eye...

What a cool car.

Except for Lucy, everyone silently gulped—they couldn’t imagine the thrill of sitting in such a car.

"Unload at the small town ahead, then we’ll settle up. Follow along."

West Tuan sped away in a flash.