Boom!
Her car crashed hard into the left guardrail.
The airbags deployed with a whoosh, hitting her in the face.
She was hit so hard she was disoriented, and because the speed was too fast, the impact didn’t ease. The car was light, and instantly, through inertia, it flipped over the guardrail and landed in the opposite lane.
An oncoming truck in the opposite lane couldn’t brake in ti and rolled over her car.
Mary Palr suddenly saw the sky go dark above her, a massive weight fell from the sky, she let out her last breath, and closed her eyes forever.
Joseph Saunders saw Mary Palr in trouble and beca even more aggressive, slamming the gas pedal, recklessly closing in on Joyce Shaw’s Humr SUV ahead.
But his car was larger, although the engines were similar, it didn’t accelerate as quickly as Mary Palr’s car, always a bit behind.
By this ti, cars in the adjacent lane had slowed down, and so on their side also realized this was no ordinary chase, and called the police one after another.
Joyce Shaw saw Mary Palr’s car flipping in the rearview mirror and beca even more tense.
Sweat poured more profusely from his forehead, dripping down from his eyebrows and blurring his vision.
He started to feel dizzy again; it seed the blood he had just lost had clotted.
Joyce Shaw wiped his face with the back of his hand, reopening a slit on the cut on his wrist.
Blood flowed out, and he gradually regained clarity. He quickly adjusted the navigation and drove forward again.
...
Kenneth Osborne wasn’t idle either; he quickly called Francis Johnson, but Francis was mysteriously out of service.
He had no choice but to call the police as well. Fortunately, the police operator told him they had already dispatched officers to handle it.
Still feeling uneasy, he started calling Joyce Shaw.
Joyce Shaw, whether unable to free his hands or encountering so issue, wasn’t answering his call.
Only location sharing allowed him to see Joyce’s route.
Kenneth Osborne imdiately shared Joyce Shaw’s route with Francis Johnson.
Just as he was feeling anxious, Joyce Shaw finally called him back.
"Joyce! How are you? I’m coming to get you now!" Kenneth Osborne said as he grabbed his car keys and headed downstairs.
Joyce Shaw’s voice was ethereal and distant, he spoke intermittently, "I’m sending you sothing to your email, if I don’t make it, make sure you give it to the police..."
Kenneth Osborne’s heart tightened, he forced himself to stay calm and said in a deep voice, "Don’t think too much, focus on driving. I’m coming to find you now. You must hold on!"
"Okay, I’ll try my best," Joyce Shaw said, and hung up the call.
anwhile, Joseph Saunders’ car was getting closer. Joyce, being distracted by the call, was carelessly caught up.
He imdiately slamd the gas pedal, but it was still a bit late.
A high-speed chase is a matter of seconds.
Joseph Saunders drove his car straight into him!
Joyce Shaw’s hands grew increasingly sore, and his strength was gradually drained. Even though he didn’t lose consciousness again, his physical strength was already exhausted.
Boom!
Joseph Saunders finally ramd into him from behind.
The impact was so great that Joyce was thrown forward uncontrollably, the steering wheel smashing into his chest, almost breaking his ribs.
Seeing the car in front starting to slow down, Joseph Saunders imdiately drove forward and ramd it again.
Once, twice, three tis!
Until Joyce Shaw’s car was ramd against the guardrail, almost turned into a heap of scrap tal.
If it weren’t for the sturdiness of the Humr’s fra, Joyce’s car would have been crumpled like an accordion’s bellows under Joseph’s relentless battering.
The cars on the highway almost ca to a halt, seeing a car frantically ramming the SUV in front, everyone realized sothing was wrong. Not only did they call the police, but so even drove forward to try stopping this atrocious act.
Joseph Saunders still wanted to continue rolling over when suddenly a warning ca through his Bluetooth earpiece: "The police cars are here! Get out now!"
He imdiately turned the steering wheel, drove past Joyce’s car, and sped away like a flash.
A highway exit was not far away; he drove down without a glance.
Reaching a wooded area nearby, he drove straight in, abandoned the car, removed his disguise while walking down a path.
This trail had no surveillance, and by the ti the police found his car, they wouldn’t be able to find him.
They had studied this route for a long ti, and it was virtually foolproof.
...
Francis Johnson happened to go to a eting with Christopher Mason and Richard Shadow today.
Such etings made it impossible to bring any phones or electronic devices.
Coming out of the conference room, after retrieving his phone, he first saw Joyce Shaw’s SOS text, and then Kenneth Osborne’s urgent ssages.
Francis Johnson imdiately called back, but Joyce wasn’t answering, he instantly felt sothing was wrong.
He put on his jacket while dialing Kenneth Osborne’s number on his Bluetooth headset.
Kenneth Osborne was already in his car, anxiously saying, "Mr. Johnson, this matter is quite complicated, and it’s said to be related to the blackout at the State Grid the other day. I can’t explain clearly now. Please, save Joyce! He said there’s sothing important that needs reporting to the police!"
"I’ve shared Joyce’s location with you. His car seems to have stopped now. I saw on the news that stretch of the highway is closed, and I can’t get on it!"
Francis Johnson read the few words Joyce sent him, his heart tightened, he quickly started the car, saying succinctly, "Stay in touch, leave it to ."
He promptly got in the car, simultaneously sending so ssages to his subordinates to have police cars follow up.
Francis Johnson drove onto the highway at the fastest speed, even displaying a special pass on his car dashboard.
This way, he was unimpeded on the road, almost arriving at the scene along with the local police.
The entire highway was blocked, surrounded by police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks.
On the other side of the highway, a few cars had also collided.
Via his Bluetooth headset, Francis Johnson spoke with Kenneth Osborne, calmly asking, "Is Joyce’s car a Humr SUV? License plate number XXXXXX?"
Kenneth Osborne hurriedly nodded, anxious, "I know he bought a new car, it’s a Humr SUV, but I don’t know the license plate number."
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