Chapter 364: You Have Already Been Surrounded!

On the beltway!

Four SUVs merged into the fast lane, the needles on their speedometers climbing steadily.

Henry sat in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the grab handle on the roof, the other clutching a walkie-talkie.

His gaze remained fixed on the virtual map on the tablet in front of him.

At this moment, the white dot on the virtual map was moving westward along the highway!

The speed was also faster than before, reaching eighty-five kilometers per hour, and it was still climbing!

In the driver's seat was the agent from the FBI New York Branch most skilled at high-speed pursuit, codenamed Leike.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes switching rapidly between the road surface and the side-view mirrors.

His gear-shifting was clean and precise.

The engine's RPM was pushed to the limit, and the red needle on the dashboard trembled violently within the numerical range!

"The target vehicle has accelerated again, it's at one hundred and five now. He has definitely discovered our tracking. Should we initiate Plan B?" Leike's voice was very flat, but there was an instinctive excitement in his tone, like a hunter when the prey begins to run.

Henry thought for a moment, then used the walkie-talkie to connect to the air support channel: "Sand Eagle One, report your position."

A burst of static came through the walkie-talkie, followed by the pilot's voice, accompanied by the background noise of the helicopter rotor vibrations:

"We are above the target, altitude three hundred meters, visual confirmation of the target vehicle—a dark-colored van, traveling west on the beltway, speed approximately one hundred and ten kilometers. Traffic along the way is sparse, no suspicious accompanying vehicles detected."

Henry's gaze moved away from the tablet and looked through the windshield toward the sky ahead.

He could not see the helicopter, but he heard the continuous low-frequency roar of the propellers coming down from beneath the clouds.

Like an invisible giant beast breathing slowly in the sky!

At this moment, the barrage in the live stream had switched from the shock of "Pinkman arrested" to "pursuit mode."

【Even helicopters are out! Is this filming a movie?】

【Speed of one hundred and ten? Is Chu Chen throwing his Life away?】

【Where is he going? The west side is the port!】

【He isn't going to take a boat to run away, is he?】

【Can the FBI's SUVs catch up? That's a van, it shouldn't be able to outrun them, right?】

【A van can't outrun an SUV, but Chu Chen isn't an ordinary person Driving a van!】

【My heart rate is one hundred and eighty right now, faster than the speed of the car!】

The third car carrying the other members of the Expert Group followed behind Henry, at a distance of less than fifty meters.

Zhou Yun sat in the middle of the back row, Zhuang Yan was in the driver's seat, and Chen Zijin was in the passenger seat.

At this moment, they were all alert, not daring to be distracted at all!

【Team Leader Zhuang's Driving is too steady, she can still maintain the formation at this speed!】

【After all, she is the captain of the Pursuit Team, what kind of scenes hasn't she seen!】

【She really is a heroine who doesn't yield to men!】

【Stop talking, brothers, I'm so nervous right now!】

At this moment, a new voice came through the walkie-talkie!

It was Sand Eagle One from air support:

"Target vehicle has exited the main road and entered the ramp. Direction—Manhattan Freight Distribution Center. Repeat, target has entered the Manhattan Freight Distribution Center ramp."

Hearing this news, Henry frowned.

The Manhattan Freight Distribution Center had been abandoned several years ago.

It was enclosed on all sides, with only one entrance and exit.

Container yards, warehouses, abandoned freight train tracks, rusted gantry cranes.

A huge, empty place with almost no living people.

Driving into this place was basically the same as entering a dead end.

What on earth was this guy trying to do?

"Attention everyone."

Henry's voice returned to the calmness typical of a commander: "Everyone pay attention, the target has entered the Freight Distribution Center. Eagle Nest, report the internal situation."

There was silence on the walkie-talkie for a few seconds, then the voice of Sand Eagle One came through:

"Inside the distribution center... no lights. No moving heat source signals. There is only one entrance, which is the gate connected to the ramp. The target vehicle just drove in and disappeared into the shadows between the buildings. Infrared has captured the position where the vehicle stopped!"

Hearing the reply, Henry let out a long breath and said: "All units please note, the target's position has been determined, please prepare for the arrest!"

Chen Zijin's voice rang out in the third car: "This is Chen Zijin, everyone listen to me, I always feel that things aren't this simple, he shouldn't just surrender like this, let's not act rashly for now!"

The four SUVs drove into the ramp one after another.

On both sides of the ramp were rusted wire fences and withered yellow weeds; the asphalt on the road surface had cracked, and waist-high wild grass grew out of the cracks.

The beams of the headlights swept over the weeds, illuminating those withered yellow grass stalks like rows of upright, gaunt fingers.

At the end of the ramp was an open iron gate; the paint on the iron gate had peeled off for the most part, revealing the dark red rust underneath.

On both sides of the iron gate were two tall concrete walls, with some blurred letters and numbers spray-painted on them.

Leike slowed the car down: sixty, fifty, forty.

The beams of light from the front of the car passed through the iron gate and shone into the interior of the distribution center. It was a huge, empty space completely swallowed by darkness.

In the distance, rows of containers could be vaguely seen stacked together, like black, silent graves.

The skeletons of the gantry cranes outlined ferocious silhouettes against the night sky.

The first SUV drove past the iron gate. Henry's eyes searched in the darkness, and the speed dropped to thirty.

The second, third, and fourth cars followed behind, the beams of the four pairs of headlights weaving into a moving net of light on the ground of the distribution center.

"Target spotted." Leike's voice suddenly tightened.

The beams of the headlights swept across a corner, illuminating the side of a dark-colored box truck. The truck was parked in the aisle between two rows of shipping containers.

The front was facing inward, the rear outward, and the hood was still emitting heat.

The color of the truck body appeared as a deep blue under the illumination of the headlights.

The license plate on the rear of the truck was already dangling precariously.

It was being flipped slightly by the Wind.

Four SUVs stopped simultaneously.

All the headlights were aimed at the truck, and the four beams of light illuminated the entire rear of the truck as brightly as day.

The sound of car doors opening echoed through the empty distribution center.

Members of the Expert Group and FBI agents climbed out of the vehicles one after another, their movements uniform and synchronized.

Zhou Yun was the first to crouch and dash to the side of the truck, his back pressed against the steel plate of a shipping container, his muzzle pointed at the truck's Driving cab.

Chen Xiong flanked from the other side.

Zhuang Yan remained behind the vehicles, the flashlight function on her phone already turned on, the white light aimed at the truck's rear door, ready at any moment to illuminate anything that came out from inside.

Henry used hand signals to indicate for the others to spread out.

Six agents flanked from both wings, their muzzles pointed steadily at the truck's Driving cab and cargo hold.

There was no sound in their earpieces, and everyone held their breath.

"Attention, people inside the vehicle! You are now surrounded!"

Henry shouted at the top of his lungs: "Drop your weapons, raise your hands, and walk out on your own!"