Chapter 668: Maybe Things Won’t Turn Out Too Hopeless Part One (1/2)

After hanging up the phone, Caesar quickly packed his passport, ID, and cash.

His apprentice Richie asked, “It’s the FBI that’s caught onto us, do you think we’ll be able to get away from here, Master?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll try to stall as much time as we can,” Caesar replied.

“Do you trust that Boss can save us?” Richie asked as he was packing his things.

“There’s nothing we can do even if we don’t believe it. We’ve done crazy things, if it comes to a point that he can’t bail us out, we’ll exchange the information with other countries to get protection.”

– Meanwhile –

A Land Rover roared down the highway.

Chekhov was using his ultrasonic ability to accurately measure the spacings between cars as he raced down the highway at over 200 MPH. Every time a car came close, his ability would alarm him, and he could then avoid them like how bats never hit obstacles as they flew, even in the dark.

He had the windows down as he enjoyed the roaring wind, but Mario next to him in the passenger’s seat was vomiting at the same time.

Yes, that was right. At this speed and turning frequency, along with the mental breakdown for his own safety, Mario was all curled up like a sick cat on the passenger seat as he yelled, “Slow the f*ck down.”

“Any slower and those people will be in trouble. This is the first time we two go out on a mission; if people die on our watch, then we’ll have to go home. I would be ashamed to report to the Boss about this.” Chekhov had received direct orders from Xu Cheng to head to a certain location and protect the two men.

To speed things up, Chekhov’s car went even faster.

Mario vomited again. “I don’t know if they’re dead or not, but if you keep driving like this, I’m sure I’ll die. Besides, the drugs are all ready to go so we can treat them immediately if their lives are in danger!”