The two vehicles were slowly bumping along the road.
Desolate, silent, barren.
This was an abandoned area.
Everything seemed ordinary.
Yet, Glenn Hutchinson, sitting in the passenger seat, had his brows slightly furrowed.
There was an indescribable tension and sense of crisis.
It could be called intuition, but there was definitely some premonition.
He touched his earpiece and said in a deep voice, "Slow down, level one alert."
After speaking, only a quick "Yes" was heard, followed by silence.
However, in the rearview mirror, the speed of the vehicle behind had visibly slowed down quite a bit.
Beside him, the driver also unconsciously slowed down due to Glenn's command.
Glenn furrowed his brows, closely observing his surroundings.
A person's intuition can sense danger.
This is a kind of luck.
But more often than not, Glenn doesn't quite trust intuition.
On the battlefield, he prefers to trust his eyes.
And so—
