Chapter 506 Contacting Domestic Authorities!

He glanced again at the endless road ahead.

The situation had become extremely dangerous in an instant.

Long Dagui's right foot, pressing on the accelerator, was shaking uncontrollably at this moment.

The sole of his shoe was completely soaked with sweat, making it slip slightly on the pedal.

He had to use all his strength, keeping his leg straight, to keep the accelerator pressed firmly to the floor.

On the wide road, the buildings and street trees on both sides blurred into shadows as they sped backward.

Long Dagui was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He was just a businessman selling toys in Baishui City, whose biggest hobby was usually bragging at the dinner table.

When had he ever experienced this kind of life-or-death speed seen only in Hollywood blockbusters?

Looking through the rearview mirror inside the car.

A few hundred meters behind.

Several all-black Ford SUVs were tailing them closely, refusing to let go.

The drivers' skills were clearly specially trained, constantly weaving through traffic at the limit, and the distance between them was closing bit by bit.

Vaguely, he could even see the rear window roll down, with someone leaning half their body out.

In the passenger seat.

Long Aoao held the metal transformation rod brought from the homeland in both hands.

His big, dark eyes stared out the window; not only was he not afraid, but he also exuded a sense of excitement, like a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

He looked at the cars chasing them and even wanted to raise the transformation rod in his hand to aim at them.

"Screw you foreign devils!" the brat muttered.

Long Dagui was scared out of his wits, gripping the steering wheel hard while freeing up his right hand to press his son's head down.

"You brat, stay down!"

Long Dagui felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

'This kid really has nerves of steel,' a thought flashed through his mind.

'What time is it, and he's still thinking about screwing foreign devils.'

In the back seat.

Professor Liu gripped the safety handle above the car door tightly, his body swaying with the violent jolts of the vehicle.

This scientist, over fifty years old, had a pale complexion, but his eyes remained clear.

He did not make a sound to disturb Long Dagui, who was driving in front, but was calculating furiously in his mind.

...

Meanwhile, on the side of the domestic high-level authorities.

Imperial Capital.

Inside a building with an extremely high level of security.

In a high-level conference room.

The ventilation system emitted a faint buzzing sound, but it could not clear the thick smell of tobacco in the room.

The air was so quiet that it felt oppressive, as if even breathing had become difficult.

Just a short while ago.

The domestic high-level authorities had previously released the technical report on the video AI authentication internationally.

After the release, they immediately contacted Country A through the highest diplomatic channels, demanding an explanation and the immediate release of the person.

However.

A person in charge of diplomacy, sitting on the side of the conference table, put down the dedicated phone in his hand heavily.

This person in charge looked up, his expression extremely ugly.

He looked around at everyone present.

"They have replied."

There was suppressed anger in his voice.

"The officials of Country A are just playing the rogue."

"They insist they never took Professor Liu, and even claimed that their agents have been on vacation."

"The other party's diplomatic personnel used that bureaucratic tone, stating that they are a free country and would never restrict the personal freedom of any tourist."

"In the end, they even turned the tables, saying that Professor Liu might have left the university on his own, gotten lost in a neighborhood with poor public security, or encountered a local illegal gang, and they are willing to cooperate with us in issuing a missing person notice locally."

Listening to this irresponsible and rogue rhetoric.

Bang!

A hot-tempered leader slammed his hand onto the wood-grained tabletop.

The water in the teacup splashed out, leaving a few puddles.

"It's simply full of nonsense!"

"The surveillance in the university hallway captured it clearly; those people who took Professor Liu obviously had tactical proficiency and positioning that showed they were professionally trained intelligence agents!"

Cursing is just cursing.

All the bigwigs present understood that this is a rogue tactic in international politics.

As long as the person is still on the other party's territory, and as long as they haven't been found on the spot.

The other party can unscrupulously call a deer a horse and invert black and white like this.

And after all, Professor Liu is in their country.

Separated by a whole vast ocean.

They really couldn't reach him from here.

Various diplomatic protests and pressures, when applied to such a shameless hegemonic country, are hard to see substantive results in a short time.

Now the other party is playing the rogue again.

Faced with this attitude of refusing to admit anything, they were really a bit helpless.

They could only watch helplessly as the situation reached a stalemate.

And they had even used secret channels on their side, after all, they had at least determined where Professor Liu had been taken.

However, no news had been sent back yet.

...

And just at this moment.

Ring-ring—

An old, monophonic mobile phone ringtone sounded.

In this high-level conference room where a pin drop could be heard, it seemed particularly abrupt and grating.

The appearance of this sound instantly broke the oppressive atmosphere.

Everyone stopped their thoughts and looked over.

Following the source of the sound.

Everyone discovered that the sound was coming from the elderly person sitting in the main seat among the high-level officials.

That is, Elder Zhao.

This elderly person also frowned.

He reached into the inner pocket of his Zhongshan suit with some confusion.

He discovered that it was his private mobile phone.

This explained why this device would ring here.

You must know that the reason he did not mute this private phone.

Is because the mobile number of this private phone has an extremely high level of secrecy.

Only the few people closest to him know it.

Including his immediate family, as well as a few old comrades-in-arms with whom he had life-and-death friendships.

And these few closest people, when calling normally, if they encounter official business or trivial daily matters, they would call his other work phone, or contact his personal secretary directly.

They basically would not call this private number directly.

Much less call during a time period when they clearly know he is in an important meeting.

Unless they encountered a huge emergency.

That was why he forgot to mute it during this meeting.

A few thoughts flashed through his mind.

He pressed the answer button and connected the call.

And in order for everyone present to hear, he tapped his finger and turned on the speakerphone function directly.

From the speaker, there was first a violent rush of air, mixed with the sharp noise of car tires screeching against the asphalt, and even the faint sound of sirens in the distance.

Immediately after.

And after connecting, a sound of rapid panting came from the phone.

"Old Zhao, I am Liu Zhengnian!"

As soon as this first sentence came out, the air in the conference room seemed to be sucked dry instantly.

The other end of the phone had no time for pleasantries, speaking at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by the howling of the wind.

"Long story short, I have escaped from the CIA!"

"I am currently being hunted, I am on Huasheng Street in Washington State!"

These few sentences contained a shocking amount of information.

Like a blockbuster bomb, it directly stirred up a huge wave in the conference room.

Hearing this familiar voice, hearing these incredible contents.

The eyes of the high-level officials in the conference room widened instantly.

Some even couldn't control their emotions and stood up directly from their chairs.

The movement was too big, causing the solid wood chair in front of them to scrape against the floor with a harsh sound.

What did they hear?

Escaped?

Under the dragnet and tight blockade of the CIA, Professor Liu actually escaped on his own?

And was still being hunted on the streets of Washington State?

How on earth was this done?!

...

However.

Before Elder Zhao could ask about the specific situation or give any instructions for emergency evasion.

In the speaker, after just saying this sentence.

Bang!

A deafening sound of metal collision exploded from the phone receiver, as if they had suffered some kind of violent physical impact.

After a burst of dizzying noise.

So much so that the phone slipped directly from the caller's hand and rolled away.

Camera cuts back to Country A, Washington State.

The intersection of Huasheng Street.

Long Dagui was pressing the accelerator, trying to rush through during the last second of the yellow light.

Their SUV was slammed into by a black car equipped with a crash bumper that rushed out from the side.

This was the interception net that the CIA had already set up on the street, specifically arranged to block their car.

This impact from the side.

The huge lateral impact caused the SUV to slide horizontally on the road for several meters, and the car door was severely dented.

The car body shook violently.

Professor Liu was thrown by this force and hit the backrest of the front seat, his internal organs churning.

His palm loosened.

The phone was jolted out of his hand, flipped a few times in the air, and rolled into the deepest corner of the slide rail under the passenger seat.

Professor Liu was dizzy.

Without caring about the bruise on his forehead, he lay on the floor mat in the back row, reaching out desperately to try to touch the phone.

And this phone was actually not Professor Liu's own, but Long Dagui's, who was driving in front.

His private mobile phone had already been forcibly confiscated when he was taken away by the men in black suits, that is, before he was taken to that hotel by the CIA.

After getting Long Dagui's phone, he calculated in his mind.

Then.

He remembered this Elder Zhao's private mobile number.

Calling the other party was naturally to want to get some support.

Even if it was to guide a safe retreat route, or to contact local secret channels for support.

Although he also clearly knew.

The energy they could use on this side from their homeland was actually limited.

But it was still much better than having no way at all.