Li Jian drove the police car, speeding down the emergency lane of the highway.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the police siren buzzed all the way, and the oncoming vehicles voluntarily gave way.
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Zhang Yean once again experienced the feeling of a roller coaster from many years ago.
Not only was she wearing a seatbelt, but her right hand was also tightly holding onto the car's grab handle.
"Mr. Li, please be careful!"
Zhang Yean's voice trembled a bit.
"Don't worry! I've got it under control!"
"When I was younger, there was a time I chased drug dealers, driving a car even worse than this one, and the speed was even faster."
Zhang Yean turned her head, frightened, and said, "My police academy instructor said the front passenger seat is the death seat, with the highest fatality rate in traffic accidents."
"I've been single for 25 years, haven't even fallen in love. If I sacrifice myself, wouldn't this life be too unworthy?"
