Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

This is how I started my hunting, driving in this sleepy city looking for my dreams, but I didn't know what I was looking for. All kinds of people roam the streets: office workers too sleepy from too much coffee; foreign tourists looking for South Beach; I'm like a monster. I drove very slowly, and ten minutes later I passed in front of the Banquet Portal.At such a time, there are few pedestrians and the streets look extremely deserted. Ye's eyes followed me, and I drove faster and faster, trying to get rid of them.I headed north across the old suspension bridge and across downtown Miami.I didn't know what I was looking for, I didn't see anything I was looking for - but, for some uncomfortable reason, I was absolutely sure that I could find it, and it was just ahead of me.

I drove past the Wanguo Commercial Building and entered a downtown area.There is much more activity here, with people shouting from the sidewalk, soft music playing from car windows, and street girls standing around corners laughing and joking with each other, showing off their sexy coats and bare bodies. flesh.When a brand new Rolls-Royce pulled up, a group of girls rushed over and surrounded the car.The traffic immediately fell into a semi-jammed state, and the horns sounded one after another.Most drivers were willing to sit for a minute and watch the drama, but one van impatiently swerved through the traffic and into the empty lane ahead.

It's a refrigerated truck. I said to myself, it's nothing, but I put my foot on the gas pedal anyway.A strange intuition drives me to do this.I made my way through the traffic, trying to get closer to the refrigerated truck.At this time, the traffic was already jammed, and although it was only a few cars away, I couldn't get close to it.I could watch as the refrigerated truck made its way through a series of traffic lights and headed straight for Biscayne. I have to keep up with it.I don't know where this idea came from. At this time, a gap appeared in the middle of the car group.Ignoring the angry horns of other cars, I quickly got into the driveway ahead, bypassed the Rolls-Royce, speeded up, and chased the refrigerated truck in front.I tried not to drive too fast so as not to attract attention.I carefully and slowly narrowed the distance to the truck.

It was right in front of me, three traffic lights away; then only two traffic lights away. At this time, a red light was on at the intersection in front of the refrigerated truck; I was about to catch up, and suddenly a red light was on in front of me.I pulled over and realized with amazement that I was biting my lip.Me, Dexter, the guy who was as calm as an ice cube, got nervous.I felt the anxiety, despair, and depression of normal people.I longed to run after that refrigerated truck, to put my hands on it, to open the trunk door, to peek inside, to see for myself. Then what to do?To arrest him single-handedly?Grab him and hand him over to Inspector LaGuerta?Look, who have I caught?Can I subdue him?That's only half the chance; the other half is that he'll overpower me.He was on fire while I stalked like an unwelcome little brother.Why should I follow his tail?Am I just trying to prove to myself that I'm not insane?

There is already a green light ahead of the refrigerated truck. The car is accelerating, heading north at the maximum speed allowed. Its taillights are getting smaller and smaller before my eyes, but the green light for me has not yet turned on. I am still waiting for the green light ahead, but the green light is still not on. I'm gritting my teeth—hold on, Dexter! — I started running red lights and almost ran into people.The speed limit on this section of Biscayne Boulevard is 50 km/h.In Miami that means if you go under 80 mph, someone will kick you out.I increased the speed to 100 kilometers, passed the sparsely populated vehicles in a swipe, and desperately narrowed the distance from the refrigerated truck in front.The refrigerated truck went off after a few flashes of taillights around a bend—he was going to turn?I cranked up the speed to 120kph and roared through the 75th Street intersection where the sidewalk intersected, around the curve at Mass Market, and into the straight I was looking anxiously for the refrigerated truck.

see.There - in front of me - The refrigerated truck drove towards me. The bastard turned around. Did he sense that I was stalking?Or just smell my car exhaust?Anyway, it was him, the refrigerated truck. I drove past him and he turned the car onto the causeway.I slowed down, turned around, and sped up onto Biscayne, now heading south, and turning into the causeway as well.Far ahead, almost at the first drawbridge, I saw smiling red lights winking at me, as if mocking me.I slammed on the accelerator and rushed forward desperately. He also picked up speed to keep his distance from me.That meant he must have known, must have been aware that someone was following him.I accelerated again, getting closer and closer to him.

Then the refrigerated truck crossed the deceleration roadblock on the top of the bridge, went downhill from the other side of the bridge, and quickly entered Beiwan Village, where it disappeared.This is a patrol intensive area. If he speeds here, he will be spotted by the patrol, and the patrol will force him to pull the car to the side of the road.Then-- I got to the top of the bridge, over the speed bump, and below me— nothing.