Chapter Five: High-Speed Chase

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[Task: Obtain a tuxedo.]
[Reward: Ten hours.]

Just two brief lines revealed Gao Ning’s current predicament.

Could this really be the world of the movie “The Tuxedo”? Surely not...

Before he could finish that thought, the Red Alert mission interface in his mind suddenly jolted, then displayed the word “Completed.”

[Environment confirmation: “The Tuxedo” movie universe.]
[Basic template unlocked: American Soldier]

A countdown appeared at the bottom right of the Red Alert interface, starting at 10:00, then flickering down to 09:59:59...58...57...

An avatar of an American Soldier suddenly popped up in the project panel on the right.

Then, a slot appeared on the large airplane image to the right of the panel.

Gao Ning focused, and the slot was instantly filled with the American Soldier avatar.

He understood.

It seemed he could summon a paratrooper each time, with a cooldown of ten hours.

At first glance, the interval seemed long, but in the real world, this meant he could summon 2.4 soldiers each day.

Five days would make a small strike team.

With the firepower of American soldiers, completing a mission should be more than sufficient.

Gao Ning’s eyes burned with excitement.

If he could finish the task, it meant he could see his parents again.

Though he only had ten hours for now, its significance was immense.

If he continued completing missions to earn more time, perhaps he could stay with his parents forever, as if he had never left.

Just then, the radio crackled: “There’s a report on Granfin Avenue, caller claims the suspect is armed. Officers nearby, please respond.”

Anna perked up immediately. “Granfin Avenue is right next door. Let’s take this case.”

She grabbed the walkie-talkie, “Unit 0909 responding, we’re nearby!”

“Understood!”

Urged by Anna, Gao Ning floored the accelerator and sped to the next block.

It was his first time as a police officer, and Gao Ning was a little nervous.

But after watching enough American TV dramas, he knew that police work at the grassroots level was not much different from the neighborhood committee—over ninety-five percent of the cases were trivial matters.

Anna was excited. As soon as the car stopped, she rushed out and shouted at the quarreling couple on the lawn.

Gao Ning got out of the car, and indeed, it was a domestic dispute.

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The “weapon” reported to the call center was nothing more than a baseball bat.

This couple clearly argued every three days, and had a big fight every five; seeing the police arrive, they didn’t even bother to acknowledge them, continuing to shout at each other.

Gao Ning and Anna moved in to forcibly separate them.

They confiscated the bat first, then asked if there were any children in the house. Learning it was just the two of them, Anna visibly relaxed.

In America, cases involving minors are taken extremely seriously.

A slight misstep can lead to complaints, and a blemish on one’s record makes promotion difficult.

That’s why Anna was so cautious.

Without children, the situation was much easier to handle—separate the couple, scold them, issue a mandatory reconciliation order regardless of its effectiveness, report back to the call center, and the response was considered complete.

Back in the patrol car, the two exchanged glances.

Only after experiencing it firsthand did they realize just how frustrating police work could be.

As they started to leave, a taxi zoomed past with a whoosh.

Anna grinned, “Speeding?”

“Let’s go!”

Gao Ning stomped on the accelerator, and the car shot out.

Speed limits in the city center were generally forty miles per hour, and upscale neighborhoods sometimes required ten or less; that taxi had been doing at least eighty, which counted as severe speeding.

The police lights flashed, the siren blared.

As a police officer, the first priority was personal safety.

High-speed pursuits especially required keeping a safe distance; failing to catch up meant only missing a fine, but a collision brought endless trouble.

Suspect safety was one concern, but even more bothersome was the paperwork.

For most police officers, catching criminals was fine—writing reports was the real headache.

And although insurance covered damages, a damaged patrol car meant trouble for the fleet.

Don’t assume American police are flush with cash; every year, they worry over high officer salaries.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be public fundraising and the resulting privilege issues.

The taxi ahead didn’t stop when the siren sounded; instead, it sped up.

At this point, the driver was either crazy or hiding something.

It had started as speeding, now it was resisting arrest.

He couldn’t be allowed to escape.

Anna’s eyes sparkled, “Something’s up—catch him!”

“All right, watch this!”

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He pushed the gear to the highest setting, the powerful thrust pinning them back as the car shot forward.

Although Gao Ning knew how to drive, he had no real skill.

But with the military experience now in his mind, he suddenly inherited the ability to drive all sorts of special vehicles.

A thought would arise, and his hands and feet responded automatically.

The taxi ahead was clearly familiar with the terrain, weaving left and right, darting through impossible gaps to slip into side streets.

The driver knew the pursuit tactics well—accelerating, sudden stops, emergency turns, using obstacles.

In just a few moves, the taxi disappeared.

Anna cursed, “Damn, he got away! That must have been a big fish!”

Gao Ning suddenly laughed, “Don’t worry, he can’t escape!”

He had noticed a red dot appeared on the Red Alert minimap, speeding northwest.

With a minimap to assist, letting him escape would be unforgivable!

Gao Ning pursed his lips and yanked the handbrake, the police car skidding several meters sideways, tires locked, white smoke billowing as the car spun a full 180 degrees.

He floored the accelerator, released the brake, and the patrol car shot forward again.

Anna felt the world spin as the car hurtled onto the main avenue.

“What are you doing?!”

Gao Ning skillfully overtook other vehicles and explained quickly: “That street is one-way; the exit forms a Y-shaped junction. The left side is a pedestrian mall—no vehicles allowed. The only way out is the right.

The side street is winding, so speed is limited. We’ll take the main avenue and cut him off from behind.”

Anna cheered, “Brilliant, we can’t let them get away!”

Meanwhile, in the taxi, the big-nosed driver Jackie glanced nervously at the rearview mirror.

“Are you sure you can handle the police?”

In the back seat, a blonde woman in an elegant business suit calmly fixed her slightly disheveled hair, responding coolly: “Rather than worry about that, you should mind the time. I just need a touch of lipstick, and you still have another block to cross.”

Jackie frowned and floored the accelerator, the car careening ahead amid chaos.

One minute later, as the woman finished her lipstick, the taxi screeched to a halt at the destination.

Jackie turned, triumphant, “Right on time!”

The woman pointed ahead with a blank expression. Jackie looked and froze.

A police car was parked squarely in front, its lights flashing bright and fierce.