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“Hurry, hurry, hurry, 3LTM312!”

“Everyone, move it, I want to know where this car is within ten minutes!”

Robert stood at the center of everyone, repeating a license plate number over and over.

Without a doubt, this was the information Phillips had found and reported to Robert at the first moment possible, then faxed all the vehicle’s details to the command center.

Teresa pulled up the related information, signaling to the tech staff to come over for verification.

This was one of the most effective means of capturing a fugitive.

On the relentless flow of roads, as long as the fugitive’s vehicle—whether it was a friend’s, or just rented from a car dealership with someone else’s information—hit a road with a high-speed camera, that license plate would be locked onto by the Hunters.

Even if the license plate captured by the camera was unclear, it would be easily identified by the system and recorded and alarmed by the license plate recognition system.

Less than half an hour later, the command center was blaring with alarms.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to it, and it had to be said that this time’s capture was obviously much more troublesome than the fugitives who appeared later; so far, they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of a tail.

Following the alarm, technicians quickly located the vehicle’s address. The reflection of the blue light from the computer screen on his glasses, he read out word for word: “1313 S Harbor Blvd, Anaheim, CA 92803.”

Senior analyst Ben Owen, hearing the address, raised an eyebrow: “This address sounds familiar, does anyone know what it is?”

A technician from the command center raised his hand, hesitatingly saying, “Seems like… Disneyland? I took my daughter there last week.”

Owen’s eyes widened: “What are they doing there?”

“Maybe it’s easier to hide in a crowd?”

“But so far they only have One Hundred Ugly Gold and can’t break the law. And the ticket for Disneyland Los Angeles is 69 Ugly Yuan apiece. Plus parking fees, that’s 12 Ugly Yuan for a day. They spent 26 Ugly Knife at the supermarket; even for one person, they can’t afford it. They can’t get in.”

The technician, who had just taken his daughter to Disneyland last week, narrated with ease. The enormous expense of the park was fresh in his memory.

Moreover, it seemed out of place for fugitives to go to Disneyland.

Would someone actually go enjoy Mickey and Minnie at the park while knowing they were “wanted”?

“Regardless, let’s have Phillips go check it out,” Robert commanded and then shifted his focus to others, “Team Two, Team Three, how is your operation going?”

The start times of the fugitives varied; Bi Fang and the others were the first group, and two hours after them, the second group set off. Robert was not only in charge of catching Bi Fang but also other fugitive teams.

“We have arrived at the fugitive’s home. We’ve found something interesting, a runaway plan chart!”

The field agent reported with a phone wedged between his shoulder and ear while wearing gloves, continuously flipping through a calendar.

It was a plain-looking calendar, but the conscientious field agent noticed pencil marks on it, though they had been erased, indentations were still left behind.

Today was March 12th, but the indentations on the calendar continued through April.

Knowing they were on a stealth tracking show, yet they made a plan spanning nearly a month, the implication was self-explanatory.

This was an escape plan.

Once they brought back the calendar, let the professionals use technical means to rub out the words, they could get the entire 28-day plan of the second group of fugitives.

“Excellent, bring them all back!” Robert ordered calmly before checking on the third team’s findings.

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“This is truly exhilarating.”

Owen’s eyes lit up in excitement; whether it was a game or not, it unquestionably got everyone involved.

In fact, even experts seldom encounter such a matching of wits. Most so-called criminals were not nearly as smart as depicted in the movies.

Real criminals act under extreme psychological stress, using amateurish methods and conventional logic to evade capture, often unaware of the specific models of surveillance used by police.

Whereas, the representations in movies and television are created by scriptwriters, who, with ample time on their hands, have done extensive research and consulted relevant personnel, to craft fictional characters.

These writers use a calm psyche, professional methods, and unconventional logic to play out the contest between the two sides, a delightfully intense experience.

Modern manhunts rely on technology, not wild imagination.

Bi Fang and his companions’ greatest adversaries were not the many people sitting in the command center but the various instruments they operated.

In today’s high-tech society, the government can almost instantly access information on anyone.

Ordinary people trying to evade such surveillance can’t use the internet, make phone calls, go to public places, use public transport, or even send mail… As soon as they make contact with the outside world, their information is exposed.

Of course, this is all for the average person; only those with special talents can bypass conventional means and interact with technology without raising alarms.

Those trained by professional agencies are called agents, those from the military are technical special forces, and those who commit crimes and flee are high-IQ criminals.

Without a doubt, Bi Fang was such a person.

When the leader spoke, the subordinates raced around.

Phillips, receiving the orders, immediately sped towards Disneyland, and only by seven in the evening did they find an ordinary sedan parked in the parking lot.

They compared the license plate and model.

“This is it.”

A field team member shouted.

“What about the surveillance? Any records?”

Twenty minutes later, Phillips sighed.

As expected, the ones who got out of the car were not the fugitive duo!

The people in the command center also fell into silence.

Analyst Ben Owen, biting his lip, furrowed brows, suddenly asked, “Contact that car rental owner again, how many cars were rented out today? And were any rented out along with 3LTM312?”

“They switched cars!”

Teresa grasped the key point at once.

“Find that car!”

Robert immediately called the previously noted car rental owner’s number, obtained all the records of cars that went out for the day, and matched the time slots one by one.

It had to be between 12:40 p.m. and 1:30 p.m.

This was the time frame when Bi Fang and his companion could have switched cars.

Upon checking, they indeed found a clue; three cars were rented out during this period!

“Finally got you!”