American Ranch

Chapter 758
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Back in time, at around 11 o'clock on Christmas Eve, on Interstate 15 from Idaho to Montana, there was no trace of people in the quiet.

A moment later, an Idaho State Patrol car pulls up.

There was a young security policeman in the car. He drove the police car off the road and stopped on the right side of the flat Gobi covered with snow. With the reflection of the snow on both sides of the road, he began to enjoy his Christmas supper alone. .

On the car radio, lively and joyful Christmas greetings were sung.

But our Mr. Policeman couldn't be happy. Instead, he fell in love with the scene for a while, and couldn't help crying while eating the still warm beef and mashed potatoes.

"Damn it, I'm supposed to be on the warm sofa right now, enjoying a glass of red wine served by my girlfriend! Maybe it's bad quality, but it's still red wine, isn't it? Even though I don't have a girlfriend. But is it my fault that I don't have a girlfriend? "

The aggrieved Mr. Police took a sip of the bitter coffee in his hand, secretly cursing the damn businessman for not being willing to add sugar, and then acted like a petty temper, kicked something, and uttered all kinds of curses and complaints.

"God, why did I have to do this damn Christmas Eve duty to find a girlfriend? fu.ck, why didn't I invite Manly to dinner? Or a romantic movie would be nice, I heard they That’s how you find your girlfriend.”

He glanced out the car window, even though there was reflection of white snow, it was still pitch-black, loneliness and a touch of fear eroded him, a little cold, he tightened the police cotton jacket on his body, and continued to enjoy the late-night snack that was about to cool off.

"Not even a ghost."

Another minute passed, and suddenly, there was a rapid roar, but before he could react, he disappeared along the road into the distance!
He pouted his mouth in a daze for a moment, and after a few seconds, he stuck his head out of the car to look around, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

With a look of hell, he thought for a second, then connected to the police station's radio, and took another spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"This is Benjamin. Just now a fighter jet was sticking to the road, showing off its ultra-low-altitude flying technology without even turning on the lights. Maybe we should issue a summons to the pilot, but I don't know the license plate of the fighter jet!"

"Damn, do you think this joke is funny? Benjamin, if you want to strike up a conversation, don't choose working hours, please, and please find a better topic!"

The operator on the opposite side was a girl with a nice voice, but obviously, she regarded poor Benjamin's work report as a very low-level pick-up. She hated this kind of person who dealt with personal affairs during working hours the most.
Benjamin put down the radio that had been turned off by the other party, smacked his lips, and continued to eat his mashed potatoes, thinking aggrievedly: There was really a fighter jet just now!

But he quickly thought of another thing - Manly was also on duty on Christmas Eve!

Damn it, I should have invited her bravely if I knew it earlier, so that I wouldn't be assigned to be on duty at this most important festival in the name of "Bachelor".
That's right, this operator is Manly. Unfortunately, Benjamin hasn't realized it yet, because of his "negligence" during working hours and his poor "strike-up", he may have been blacklisted by the beautiful Manly!
It can't be called wrong, because the thing that roared past just now, without even seeing a shadow, is really not a fighter jet flying at an ultra-low altitude. Although its speed is incredible, it is indeed a sports car!
It was a VenomGT, a top-end heavy-duty supercar with only three cars in the world, with a peak speed of 600 kilometers per hour.

Of course, it only lasts for a few seconds!

But its smooth driving speed has exceeded [-] kilometers per hour. Among the mass-produced listed models, there is no modern car that can match it!
Just a week ago, when this car was exhibited in Dubai, it was stolen by unidentified armed men, but now it appeared in the hinterland of the United States!

Just ten minutes ago, after turning off the lights, the driver of the car threw off the air pursuit of the FBI helicopter with the help of his unparalleled speed!

Now it is taking advantage of the night, roaring all the way to the direction of Augusta.

The camera zooms in, and it can be seen that the driver is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a great figure, a well-fitting suit without a tie, but a black shirt with a stand-up collar under the suit jacket, a Russian face with stubble, and His flowing long hair made him look chic.

The co-pilot was a beautiful white woman with long brown hair, wearing a black lady's suit, which not only showed her figure, but also looked elite and capable.

Being with a handsome man and a cool sports car is a bit like a couple racing in pursuit of excitement.

But unfortunately, the beauty's right hand was handcuffed to the car door handle, which shows that the relationship between the two is not as harmonious as it appears at the moment.

"Gabriel, you can't escape! This is the mainland of the United States. If we let you escape, what face does our FBI have!"

The beauty yelled at the manly driver, Gabriel.

Maybe the speed of [-] kilometers per hour at this moment made her feel uneasy, so she spoke with a little sarcasm, while swallowing secretly, biting her lip, and tightly grasping the safety handle on the car door with her right hand.

Gabriel smiled slightly, not intentionally, but his charming charm was displayed all the time, and even the beautiful FBI agent was a little envious for a while.

"You FBI? Haha, beautiful Ms. Rowling, are you still FBI?"

Maybe it was because of his brazenness towards the captives, or it could be because of other reasons, Gabriel smiled mockingly, glanced at Agent Rowling, and continued to focus on driving.

Rowling pursed her lips, but her expression remained unchanged for his ridicule.

Gabriel smiled slightly, and stopped teasing her, and said confidently: "Well, even if you are still a great FBT who protects the honor of the United States, can you really stop me? I seem to have just been escorted by the FBI's top-secret field service Escape!"

"But if you want to cross the border and enter Canada, at this speed, you have to run for at least four hours. This time is enough for the FBI special service team to catch up! What's more, there are local police along the way."

Probably because of the conflict between good and evil, Rowling still didn't like him, and finally emphasized: "You can't escape!"

It's a bit like a warning, but from the last sentence, a hint of worry can be faintly heard, which is a very strange tone.

"Haha, you'd better pray that I can successfully enter Canada, or you will be punished by God!"

After finishing speaking, Gabriel ignored Rowling, and increased the speed of more than [-] kilometers per hour.

This move seemed to be reckless, but Gabriel acted normally, and he didn't know how many lives and deaths this guy had experienced!

Or, who is this guy?

And why was he secretly escorted and hunted down by the FBI?
At this moment, a dozen kilometers away from Gabriel and Rowling's direction, several police cars were crossing the road.

As they approached, they could see some police officers of different ages, holding various firearms such as pistols and guns, tensely guarding against the direction of the heavy supercar.

Suddenly the phone rang, and after a moment of hesitation, the bearded and bald sheriff answered the call.

"Hey, Sheriff, listen, I'm Banister from the FBI, I don't care if you're under my jurisdiction or not, but I'm warning you now, cancel your stupid intercept immediately! Damn, he's not something you guys can deal with!"

When the phone was connected, there was a roaring sound, the tone was anxious and persuasive.

After several such incidents, the FBI agent who claimed to be Bannister on the phone seemed a little out of breath, but more, he was still unable to cope with the casualties of his own side.

(End of this chapter)