Chapter 8: Bloody

Under the night, the city lights were bright, and the neon lights dazzled with colors as Tang Zheng stared at the Ford car driven by the man in black, his gaze surveying the surroundings from the corner of his eye.

"It seems more advanced than the technology in the real world!" From some basic facilities, one could catch a glimpse of the truth; Tang Zheng also saw several types of cars whose names he couldn't even pronounce.

The black-clad man's car wasn't fast, and when they passed a hot dog stand, the short-haired black man got out, bought five, and ordered a drink.

From a distance, Tang Zheng couldn't hear the conversation; at such times, he missed Dantai. Although he had crammed knowledge on tailing, he still fell short compared to a professional special agent.

Ten minutes later, the Ford stopped in front of a supermarket, and Tang Zheng boldly parked his car behind it and followed inside.