"A subcutaneous implant locator?"
Tom, experienced as ever, glanced through the rearview mirror and immediately recognized the red dot.
Fang Xiaocao's face showed an expression of understanding.
Just as she had expected.
The locator wasn't in the car but had been implanted into the bodies of the pursuers.
No wonder the pursuers could pinpoint their location so accurately.
Even if they switched vehicles, as long as those people were with them, they couldn't shake off the pursuit.
Fang Xiaocao silently opened the car door and looked at the Store Manager squatting near the door, tongue out.
She suddenly kicked hard.
"Awoo—"
Completely unprepared, the Store Manager let out a yelp like a hurt puppy.
He tumbled straight out of the speeding car.
Rolling several times on the ground, bloodied and dazed, he staggered up from the dirt.
Fang Xiaocao withdrew her gaze and shut the car door.
"Find a side road up ahead and turn off this path."
