Li Yeqi's decision was correct. After the black Golf left the newly built residential area, it changed direction and stopped heading towards the western outskirts of the city. Instead, it started weaving through the city, as if deliberately taking a detour.
Li Yeqi narrowed his eyes, listening to the voices of the traffic police through the communicator.
"Chief, the black Golf is heading towards the city center along Jilly Main Road. 008 requests permission to intercept, 008 requests permission to intercept?"
Chief Zhang looked up at Li Yeqi's stern and gloomy face. Everyone in the command center was waiting for his order. Li Yeqi's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists as he quickly made a decision, "The suspect has lethal weapons; prioritize personal safety during the interception."
Chief Zhang immediately relayed Li Yeqi's order, and soon the communicator was filled with the harsh sounds of screeching brakes and gunshots, intertwining in a heart-stopping chaos.
