Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 165 24. Forced Stop
"The people here have already run away."

When Jed brought Carl and the others to the control room of the warehouse, all they saw was an empty surveillance control room.

"Did they notice that we had left the cold storage and evacuated in advance?"

Johnson checked the traces in the control room, and then saw a picture of the damaged door outside the cold storage from a surveillance screen:
"They can see from here that the gate has been breached."

"let me check."

Carl pulled out the single-molecule wire, contacted and then invaded the monitoring control room. The data stream flowed in the access warehouse, and soon Carl found what he wanted.

"We have found their trail. They are heading towards the back door. We still have time to catch up with them."

After saying this, Carl deleted the surveillance footage that recorded them, turned off the cameras on his path, turned around and walked out of the surveillance control room.

Without further ado, Johnson and Kenichi Shiro immediately followed, and after a moment's hesitation, Jed also followed.

"Wait a minute, count me in, I want to go too!"

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"This place is under the control of our own people anyway, so no one will know if I leave, and..."

Jed was a little nervous and pressed the Lexington on his waist: "I want to know who betrayed us, and who wants to kill me just because I found out about the betrayal."

In response to Jed's words, Carl looked at Kenichi Shiro, seeking his opinion. After all, logically speaking, he was his superior on this job.

"He is the person involved."

That was all Kenichi Shiro said.

There are quite a few rules. If you are not involved, you cannot participate. But if you are involved, you can participate, right?

Carl, who took over the camera, walked forward while watching the picture in the camera. In the picture, he saw the person who had left the monitoring room before came to the back door and got into a Sky Quartz car.

A person got on a Quartz car that normally only carries two people. There should be an accomplice waiting in the car?

There was no need to rush to stop the Quartz. Carl knew how to play the long game. Besides, this Quartz was not a specially modified car and it did not have automatic driving. Even if Carl wanted to take over control, he could not do it. So he just hacked into the Quartz's positioning data to keep it under his surveillance.

They monitored us before, and now they monitor us in return. Does this count as something that is all their own fault?
As Quartz drove away in a hurry, Carl and his companions also arrived next to the law enforcer. This police car belonging to the NCPD was parked on the side of the road. No thief dared to peek, so there was no such thing as going out and finding that the tire had been removed. After the four of them got in the car, the police car started almost roaring.

Feeling his body leaning back uncontrollably, Carl, who was sitting in the back seat, wondered if the people of Saint Domingo were all suffering from road rage and speeding disorder. He had to remind Mr. Johnson:
"Don't drive too fast, Mr. Johnson. I've sent you the other party's location. We just need to follow them from a distance. If we get too close, a police car following behind might alert them."

"You want to see if there's anyone behind them, right? Don't worry, Carl."

Hearing Carl's words that he was going to play the long game, Johnson stepped on the accelerator and increased his speed.

"According to my experience, this kind of guy will honestly confess everything if you use some tricks!"

You black police, don't you follow the procedures when doing things? Your methods are too brutal.

Carl, who had been planning to be a proper detective and conduct investigations in a disciplined manner, felt the lightning speed and had no choice but to shut his mouth.

He was a little scared now, afraid that Mr. Johnson would brake suddenly and he would bite his tongue.

Mr. Johnson in the car and Mr. Johnson outside the car are two different people.

The people of Santo Domingo are prone to road rage and speeding, and I think this stereotype will stay in my mind!
It was obviously the Law Enforcer that started up later, and was driving through the streets of Santo Domingo under the driving of Johnson, but it was rapidly approaching the Quartz that was driving in front with the accelerator almost at its limit. When the Quartz found that there was an NCPD police car approaching from behind, it shook twice obviously, as if the person driving the vehicle had his hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Mr. Johnson, why don't you slow down? It would be terrible if they hit the side of the street and killed themselves!"

I thought about not speaking, but at this moment, Karl had no choice but to speak.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of experience dealing with this kind of thief!"

It was impossible to slow down, and Johnson even activated something. A button rose up in the middle of his steering wheel, and then Carl watched Johnson slap the button with his palm.

This thing can’t be!
Carl's premonition came true. After Johnson pressed the button, the law enforcer's speed became even faster!
Shit, do the police also modify their vehicles?

Jed, who was sitting in the back seat next to Carl, had turned extremely pale. He was now wondering whether his decision to get in the car was the right one.

At this speed, if the car deviates a little, it will spin and crash into the jar on the side of the road!

Quartz, which was speeding in the front, looked at the law enforcers approaching from behind. The panic of its driver was visibly reflected in the vehicle. Not only was the car shaking more violently, but even the driving was out of control. Under Carl's gaze, he should have turned the steering wheel to make a turn, but he turned in a circle, causing the whole car to spin and drift uncontrollably.

Carl remembered watching car races before. Those cars that couldn't be controlled would always end up like this. Their result was usually that after running in circles for several times in a row, they would crash heavily into the side of the road.

This car, it seems, will become like this.

It's over. Everyone in there is dead.

Just as Carl was thinking this, Johnson rushed forward in the Law Enforcer.

It’s not that easy to crash into the road and die!

As the side of the Quartz was spinning and facing the Law Enforcer, Johnson was quick to step on the accelerator and crash into it. With the sound of mechanical collision and twisting, the Quartz, which was still spinning, stopped spinning instantly and was driven by the advancing Law Enforcer, moving sideways forward. The four tires dragged on the road, making a harsh "sizzling" friction sound.

At the moment of confirming the interception, Johnson released the accelerator and let inertia rush forward for a distance before stepping on the brakes.

As the lawman's tires sizzled, Johnson had accomplished something that NCPD officers often do.

Forced stop!

(End of this chapter)