Safely and smoothly, as dusk approached, Gao Yi and his team arrived in the suburbs of Greater Paris.
The traffic had noticeably increased, and speeds had dropped significantly. There were no interceptions or accidents along the way, making the smoothness of the journey almost suspicious.
"Uh, we need to get off the highway."
"Why?"
"There's a traffic jam up ahead, completely backed up."
"A traffic jam..."
Luca was driving now, while Gao Yi navigated. As a competent co-driver, it was his duty to give the driver the right directions in advance.
Luca suddenly tensed up and asked, "Why is there a jam? Police checkpoint?"
"No, it's the farmers unhappy with some new policy in France. They've blocked the road with tractors. There's a junction ahead of us, let's quickly get off the highway and take the back roads."
"Uh... that is really..."