Chapter 62 Interception (1/2)
Lu Gao En left less than two hours ago, meaning that he must have received Norsa's intel just then.
Since Norsa had come directly to assassinate him, he must have tasked Lu Gao En with reporting the information back to their organization. Lu Gao En would definitely not have expected Han Xiao to know of him, so he would not see a need to deliver the intel with haste. Under such circumstances, the city pass that he would use would most likely be the one nearest to him—the Northwest Pass.
However, it was still possible that he would choose to use either of the further passes.
There was no way to tell.
”Ay, Han Xiao, we're here. What did you call us here for?”
Li Ya Lin, Zhang Wei, and Lambert arrived. They had managed to come on time thanks to Li Ya Lin's ride, a yellow convertible sports car.
”An emergency mission. One of Germinal's spies here acquired some important information. There's a chance that he hasn't left the city yet, but he could be at any of the three passes.”
Li Ya Lin wiped the playful smile off her face upon hearing the severity of the situation.
”Do you have a picture of him?” she asked.
Han Xiao picked up some scraps of newspaper around him and began to draw out a rough image of Lu Gao En from his faded memory. He then yanked the homeless guy from earlier on up and barked, ”Look at this, does it look like Lu Gao En?”
”The eyes should be lower… his nose is a little crooked… hair is shorter…”
With the man's help, Han Xiao was able to produce sketches of Lu Gao En with a 70 or 80 percent resemblance. He then passed them to the trio and instructed, ”Let's split up and get the security officers to keep an eye out for this person. Li Ya Lin and I will take her car to the furthest city entrance, while each of you will go to the other two.”
Zhang Wei's face twitched as Han Xiao gave them the orders. 'Am I still the leader of this team?'
Nonetheless, he let it slide as it was an emergency.
As they set off, Han Xiao immediately hopped into the driver's seat of Li Ya Lin's car.
”Hey, it's my car!” grumbled Li Ya Lin immediately. ”I'll drive.”
”You drive too slow.”
”You don't trust the driving skills of a top agent‽” Li Ya Lin was so outraged that her eyebrows were almost contorted upside-down. Unfortunately, she knew that there was no time to argue, so she grudgingly got into the passenger's seat.
”Tighten your seatbelt,” reminded Han Xiao.
Li Ya Lin rolled her eyes at him, replying, ”You must be joking. I'm a pugilist; I'll be fine no matter how fast you go.”
”Suit yourself,” replied Han Xiao with a plain nod as he stamped on the accelerator.
…
Half an hour later, a yellow sports car appeared at the South Entrance. Spinning almost full-circle, the car left four sizzling, black tire marks on the road as it came to an abrupt stop.
”Bleargh—”
”Hey, hey, I thought you were a pugilist?”
”You… don't talk to me n— bleeaarrgh—”
Li Ya Lin puked non-stop as she leaned on the car door.
”Half an hour, and 27 car accidents… or was it 28? My head's spinning so much that I can't even count.
”Who taught you to drive?”
Han Xiao raised an eyebrow.
”Does driving have to be taught?”
”D-doesn't it?”
”The first driver didn't have anyone to teach him, did he?”
Li Ya Lin gaped in the face of Han Xiao's perfect logic. She was about to shoot back at him when, suddenly, the urge to vomit kicked in again, causing her to throw her head back to the side.
”Really? I only drove a little fast, that's all.”
”A little fast? I doubt the word 'brake' even exists in your vocabulary!”
”Fine, fine, let's stop wasting time.”
As Li Ya Lin tried to get back on her feet, she lost balance and almost tripped into her own pile of vomit. Fortunately, Han Xiao was able to provide support in time. Shaking his head, he began to drag her along with him toward the sentry post.
As they neared the post, the stationed troop yelled out, ”Stop! Show your ID!”
As Han Xiao reached into his pockets to take out his ID card, his expression froze as he realized that he had forgotten to bring them along. Without asking, he directly reached into Li Ya Lin's pockets to find hers.
Top pockets… none.
Bottom pockets… none.
”Where's your pass?” he asked.
As Li Ya Lin still seemed too dizzy to think straight, Han Xiao continued feeling around that dynamite body of hers for it.
'I— I'm being taken advantage of‽'
”Ah! I found it,” rejoiced Han Xiao. He then held the pass up toward the guard, who had been gulping at the show.