Michael choosing to do this must have his own considerations. If anything happens, he's the one responsible, it won't affect Luke much.
After all, Luke has just joined the FBI's New York office. Even if he gives orders, the FBI agents might not listen to him.
The black Buick ahead seemed to notice it was being tailed, and suddenly accelerated.
"Hold tight." Luke slammed on the gas, the car instantly sped up, catching up with the black Buick ahead, then turned on the siren and lights to signal the car to pull over.
The black Buick ahead showed no intention of stopping, and instead sped up even more.
Amir Khan grasped the handle tightly with his right hand, "Consultant Lee, are you going to force a stop?"
"Maybe."
"This is why I don't drive. I can't do this, I even hate driving." Amir Khan looked a bit nervous.
Luke didn't have time to chat with him, focused on driving.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the roads were crowded, beginning to get a bit congested.
