Driving the van away from the downtown area of Palm Valley, listening to the sound of police sirens fading into the distance, Allen Zhang also understood that the officers had given up the pursuit.
But in order to completely eliminate the threat, they followed the route planned by Blitz and took a left turn at a crossroads into a small road, driving diligently for another twenty kilometers.
Pedal to the metal, it took less than fifteen minutes to tirelessly reach a small town in the countryside.
Old Jack had already communicated and arranged everything with Mrs. Abby; a few people drove the two vans from the rural roads to the main road, heading toward the livestock breeding base.
From afar, they could see the extensive private ranch, fenced with barbed wire and warning signs, and a few people stood at the entrance for reception.
The ranch's butler, upon seeing the vans approaching, stopped outside the ranch and came forward to ask, "May I know if this is Mr. Jack?"
