Soon, Franklin got on the phone.
Joyce turned the speakerphone on.
Before he could say anything, Franklin's anxious voice came from the opposite side of the phone, "Captain, I was trying to contact you. Our location tracking system has also been compromised. Luckily you sent us the location and SWAT has been on their way to save Victor. We wanted to track your location again, but the tracking system was suddenly broken. The technical department is now trying to fix it."
"Got it, that’s not a surprise. I'm now heading from the 7th to the 8th Avenue, but I can't guarantee that we won’t change our direction. You should track my location as soon as the tracking system is back. In addition to my phone, you should also track Joyce's phone as well." Karl instructed calmly.
"Captain, you must be careful. What are we dealing with actually? His capability has been quite beyond my expectation." Franklin said with concern.
"Too late to explain. Hang up first." Karl was eager to cut the call.
"Wait, Captain, just got good news. SWAT has found Victor and is now taking him to the hospital." Franklin said excitedly.
"Great." Karl winked at Joyce, signaling her to hang up the phone.
Joyce hung up the phone in a hurry.
"For the sake of our safety, we should keep the call short. Our tracking system at the police department was destroyed, and it must be Ricky. But it's possible that Ricky has another tracking system of his own, and he could track us in turn." Karl explained.
"Hmm. I understand." Joyce finished the call and put the phone back in Karl's pocket.
This time, however, when her hand reached into his clothes, she felt some moist and sticky liquid.
It was strange. What could that be?
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