Chapter 921 Vincent's Lawless Capital
Manchester's highway police department finally met their match today.
They had seen illegal sports cars traveling at speeds exceeding 200 km/h before, but this was the first time they had encountered one that dared to maintain such a speed on a rainy day.
"Leave it to me." The ace of the department set off in a specially modified Lotus Carlton.
Although its model is very ordinary, it has a 381 horsepower, 3.6L inline 6-cylinder engine, and can accelerate from 5.2 to 280 km/h in just seconds, with a top speed of nearly km/h.
After special modifications by the Manchester police, the horsepower has reached an astonishing 400 horsepower, and the top speed has reached a terrifying 296km/h.
However, reality slapped them hard in the face.
Every time their ace was about to catch up with the illegal blue-black sports car, the other party would suddenly accelerate and leave him far behind.
It's okay if it happens once or twice, but this has happened seven or eight times.
"What a hell!"
The superintendent of Manchester Motor Police immediately decided to send a helicopter to prevent the other party from escaping.
Their helicopters are equipped with the most advanced aerial cameras that can capture high-definition images within a range of 3 kilometers.
Although the visibility will be greatly reduced due to rainy days, the helicopter will track the opponent all the way as long as the opponent does not disappear suddenly.
Speeding in the Bugatti Veyron on the road, Vincent saw the black spot in the sky getting closer and closer, and finally smiled faintly.
"You've already been given a three-star wanted list so quickly."
Hermione glanced out the window nervously.
When she saw a police helicopter approaching, she hurriedly retracted her head.
"The helicopter has been dispatched. Can we still escape?"
“Of course.” Vincent turned the shift paddle on the steering wheel. “This car is faster than the military’s latest Apache attack helicopter.”
The strong push on her back caused by the acceleration made Hermione subconsciously hug Gugu in her arms tightly.
"Cuckoo!"
She loosened her grip slightly, "Sorry, little one."
Then she looked at Crookshanks, who was curled up in Vincent's lap.
There was no ripple on his face, and he even squinted his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Little traitor..." Hermione muttered softly, then mustered up the courage to look out the car window in front of her.
The world in her eyes became particularly blurry, but the long road continued to extend forward.
It was the first time she experienced a speed exceeding 300km/h, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
Vincent turned the shift paddle on the steering wheel again, "Take a deep breath and concentrate, then you will see a different scenery."
Hermione did as she was told, and her heartbeat slowed down, and the world in her eyes magically slowed down as well.
She could clearly see the raindrops hitting the car window glass, as well as the small puddles on the road ahead.
As the car passed by, the splashing water collided with the falling rain, like exploding transparent fireworks.
"This is……"
"Welcome to the new world." Vincent's blue eyes were particularly bright and the smile on his face was particularly warm.
Hermione instantly forgot all her troubles and was immersed in it involuntarily.
She glanced at the speedometer.
343, 344, 345...
Gradually, she no longer felt afraid.
The police helicopter pilot outside was stunned.
What the hell was that illegal sports car? Not only could the helicopter not catch up with it in the rain, but it was actually getting faster and faster.
Seeing that the aerial camera had lost track of the other party, the pilot quickly notified his superiors.
The superintendent of the highway police department didn't hesitate and picked up the phone to call the chief of the Manchester Police Department.
The director's first reaction after hearing the report was that it was nonsense, until the images captured by the aerial camera were transmitted to him.
"Notify Birmingham to set up a roadblock!"
The chief of police in Birmingham also thought it was nonsense at first, but after seeing the aerial footage, he immediately realized that he had met a god this time.
It's raining now. Is it possible for a human to drive at a speed of over 350km/h?
Could it be those gods in F1?
Ten minutes later, he finally realized that he was wrong, and very wrong.
The roadblock formed by a whole row of armored vehicles and the more than ten-meter-long spiked belt was completely useless because the enemy could fly. The strong inertia brought about by emergency braking caused the car to roll sideways and roll over the armored vehicles and the spiked belt.
And after landing, he did a tailspin to straighten the car, leaving only the mocking red taillights.
This shocking scene was immediately transmitted to the military.
It’s not that the police are incompetent, it’s just that the other party’s actions were too outrageous.
However, the military, which has always acted quickly, remained silent for a long time, and finally their response was to stop the pursuit.
It wasn't even a suggestion, but an imperative tone.
When asked the first time, they said it was confidential. When asked again, they said it was related to the intelligence agency.
No wonder he can maintain a speed of over 400km/h, it turns out he is truly a god.
And the fact that it can still drive after such a long time means that the car must be some kind of secret, and it's probably powered by nuclear energy.
The police quickly stopped the pursuit, and Vincent was wondering when the magic communicator on his wrist rang.
After the call was connected, Eric's extremely serious face appeared on the projection screen.
"You little brat, you're quite noisy!"
Vincent immediately thought of something, "No way, can my speeding alarm you?"
Eric in the light screen twitched his lips fiercely.
He glanced at the slightly nervous Hermione, and his expression relaxed. "If my old friend in the Intelligence Agency hadn't recognized your car, the military would have already taken action."
"Ah?" Vincent's face was full of disappointment. "Really? I was planning something more exciting."
The corner of Eric's mouth twitched again. "Okay, bring the car back some other day and I'll get you a military license plate."
"Dad, now..."
"Now you just go to school obediently."
After saying that, he disconnected the communication.
Vincent shrugged helplessly at Hermione, "It looks like our thrilling adventure is coming to an end."
If it weren't for Eric's old friend in the Intelligence Bureau, the two of them would have experienced a five-star wanted list, or even the legendary six-star wanted list.
But unlike his regrets, Hermione was now full of questions.
She looked at him like a curious baby. "What is the Intelligence Bureau? And what does your father do? Why did the police suddenly stop the pursuit?"
Vincent slowed down the car and patiently answered her questions.
The Intelligence Agency is the British Secret Intelligence Service, abbreviated as "SIS", often referred to as MI6 or "MI".
This is an external intelligence agency whose main role is to provide secret intelligence on issues of vital interest to the UK's security, defence, foreign and economic policy, based on the requirements of the Joint Intelligence Committee and the approval of ministers.
Eric served in the British 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, the world's first regular special operations force, SAS.
"I told you before that my father once served in the SAS. In fact, he was not an ordinary combatant, but the captain of the Red Team."
Hermione finally understood why Vincent dared to beat up Draco as soon as he entered school.
With Eric backing him up, he does have the capital to do whatever he wants.
However, Vincent brought her more shock than that.
"Since SAS personnel are so outstanding, they are usually invited to join major British intelligence agencies after retirement. My father retired completely because he wanted to live a stable life. Otherwise, he would at least be the head of an intelligence department now."
With such a deep background and connections, I'm afraid he could just flatten Malfoy Manor.
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