Fifth Ring Road.
A large chain supermarket.
Although the sign was still lit, approaching nine o'clock in the evening, they had stopped serving customers and were preparing for closing tasks.
Underground garage.
Two cars, one chasing the other, made a sharp turn into the second basement level.
More spacious.
And even quieter.
"Screech—"
Finally.
The fuel car that had nowhere to escape stopped in a remote dead-end corner.
Coincidentally.
Beside it.
There was another car parked horizontally there, with a dented fender and bumper impact marks.
Tsk...
Caught two at once, double the trouble.
The red new energy car that had chased them for dozens of kilometers didn't choose to retaliate. After all, even if the other party hit and ran, it wasn't a valid reason to crash into them deliberately, not to mention the safety risk, and facing the traffic police later, being in the right could suddenly become wrong.
