Joyce looked anxious, and Luther soothed, "Don't worry, there will be a way."
At that moment, her cell phone rang.
On the way, she called Kane first.
Because Anderson had a tracker on him, it was her last hope.
To be on the safe side, the watch and the sole of the shoe, both have trackers.
It is used to confuse and disorient the opponent.
It was Kane's call, "Sis, Andres' trackers, all of them have been removed. The last communication location, at No. 37 in Warehouse Road. 4:17 minutes later, no new display. It's on the side of the expressway, they must have dropped it!"
"No. 37 in Warehouse Road, which is the way out of town, means they are now no longer in THE CAPITAL."
"Sister, the tracker on the bottom of the shoe must not be discoverable by ordinary people. They must have used professional detection instruments. Damn, who the hell is it that did this to a child."
"Sister, I'm coming over, don't worry, there must be another way."
"Okay, got it." Joyce holds her last calm and hangs up the phone.
Her nose was sore and she nearly shed tears on the spot.
She took a sharp breath and held her head up to keep the tears from flowing down.
Luther couldn't help but take her into his arms, although his heart was as anxious as she was, as fearful. But he did not dare to show it, the critical moment, he must hold on.
She was pregnant and over-emotional. He had to take care of her.
He stroked her back gently, soothingly.
Karl immediately called the traffic system, "No. 37 in Warehouse Road, all surveillance in the vicinity, pull it for me. Immediately now."
He looked at his watch and shook his head, "4:17 minutes, counting the time they must have left the city, now blocking all the way out of the city, there is no longer meaningful."
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