In the escort vehicle behind, Zong Zijin, shackled with True Essence Array-sealing handcuffs, looked in astonishment as Wenren Meiqiao's figure darted out like lightning. As her silhouette disappeared into the intersection, he turned his head in shock and looked at the Dragon Group officer beside him.
"What's she doing? Isn't she supposed to take me to the logistics base, and then I'm free? She's wasting my time."
"Shut up," the Dragon Group officer beside him snapped, then took out his phone, dialed a number, reported a coordinate, and said, "Spotted Song Yulong, a level-one fugitive. Security officer Wenren Meiqiao has initiated pursuit and needs combat team support. Repeat, combat team support is needed."
After hanging up the phone, the Dragon Group officer said, "Level-one fugitive, must be prioritized for pursuit, no problem. We're only twenty minutes from the late-stage base, it won't be an issue."
His voice had just fallen.
