Jiang Ningbei's voice wafted into her ear clearly. "400 meters."
Fu Zhi had driven Matthew into a corner. He had never expected that the police officers in Myanmar would be even harder to handle than the police officers in Country M!
They had even changed the traffic light just to capture him!
As Matthew turned the steering wheel, he took a look at the strawberry slushie that had spilled on the passenger seat and cursed inwardly.
The third intersection was getting closer and closer, and he would get to the highway after passing this intersection.
At that moment, through the rearview mirror, a black police car was overtaking a car and a truck not far away. Wherever the car went, it would cause quite a commotion.
Some of the cars made way for the police car, but some people took out their phones and began recording the whole scene.
