Michael choosing to do this must have his own considerations. If anything happens, he's the one responsible, it won't affect Luke much.
After all, Luke has just joined the FBI's New York office. Even if he gives orders, the FBI agents might not listen to him.
The black Buick ahead seemed to notice it was being tailed, and suddenly accelerated.
"Hold tight." Luke slammed on the gas, the car instantly sped up, catching up with the black Buick ahead, then turned on the siren and lights to signal the car to pull over.
The black Buick ahead showed no intention of stopping, and instead sped up even more.
Amir Khan grasped the handle tightly with his right hand, "Consultant Lee, are you going to force a stop?"
"This is why I don't drive. I can't do this, I even hate driving." Amir Khan looked a bit nervous.
Luke didn't have time to chat with him, focused on driving.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the roads were crowded, beginning to get a bit congested.
This actually was advantageous for Luke, with the traffic blocked, the suspect would naturally get out of the car.
The black Buick ahead collided with a vehicle on its right while trying to overtake, the unfortunate car it hit crashed into the green belt.
Luke turned off the siren and lights, which was essentially clearing a path for the suspect's vehicle.
Amir Khan's phone rang, he pressed the answer button, "Hey, Michael, I hope you bring us good news."
"Yes, indeed it's good news.
The white sedan was intercepted, but Mo Shaohong wasn't in the vehicle.
I just knocked on Mo Shaohong's home, and the person who opened the door wasn't Mo Shaohong. He should be in the black sedan.
Listen, he is definitely trying to escape. I don't care what methods you use, you must catch him.
We cannot let him get away."
Amir Khan said, "We are trying to intercept, but he is driving fast, we need support."
"Send me the location, I will have the surrounding patrol officers support you."
Amir Khan hung up the phone, sent a location to Michael Jett, and said to Luke, "Consultant Lee, Mo Shaohong is likely in that black Buick.
You don't need to force a stop, the patrol should set up a checkpoint ahead, we just need to follow steadily."
Luke smiled, wanting to ask why this guy who is so afraid wanted to join the FBI?
No need to forcefully stop the black Buick now, because the area ahead is near the subway station, crowded with people and cars, already completely jammed.
The black Buick ahead stopped, and both the driver's door and the passenger door opened simultaneously, two men ran off in different directions.
Among these two men, one is likely Mo Shaohong.
Among them, the man who ran from the driver's seat had a taller stature, much taller than Mo Shaohong who is about 170cm, however, Luke felt his build was somewhat familiar, like he'd seen him somewhere before.
As for the man who ran from the passenger seat, shorter and thinner, more fitting Mo Shaohong's physique.
Luke parked on the roadside, and after getting out, immediately chased towards the man from the passenger seat, this man wore a black down jacket, hoodie, black pants, and thick boots, agile and running fast.
Amir Khan anxiously asked, "Consultant Lee, I..."
Luke didn't hear what he said, having already chased into the subway station.
The subway station was extremely crowded, Amir Khan, being small and nimble, squeezed through the crowd, charging and running quickly.
Luke, being tall and strong, had some difficulty wading through the crowd.
The surrounding people looked at Luke with unusual gazes.
That did the trick, those who heard the voice quickly moved to the sides.
The people in front of Luke voluntarily stepped aside, with no pedestrian obstruction, Luke, with his height and long legs, quickly caught up to the man suspected to be Mo Shaohong.
The other party was focused on escaping, and with the crowded subway, Luke couldn't use firearms.
Luke grabbed the suspect's shoulder.
"Rip…" sound, the down jacket was torn open.
The suspect suddenly turned, swung his right arm fiercely, aiming at Luke's chest.
Luke blocked with his right arm.
Luke felt like he had crashed into an iron rod, pain!
The suspect's hat was pulled off, though still wearing a mask, based on his head and face shape, he could be identified as the suspect Mo Shaohong.
Mo Shaohong displayed a ferocious look, grabbed Luke's arm with his other hand, and fiercely kneed towards Luke's torso.
Luke moved his feet agilely, sidestepped, and avoided his knee.
Simultaneously, Luke began to counterattack, swinging his right fist hard at his side waist.
Mo Shaohong swung his right arm, using his elbow to smash at Luke's chest.
Luke retreated again, if the elbow hit his chest, the bones would shatter.
The two distanced slightly, glaring at each other.
The brief encounter, although short, had them clashing multiple times, Luke both attacked and defended, while Mo Shaohong abandoned defense, focusing solely on offense.
Just like earlier, Luke clearly hit his torso, but he didn't dodge, instead used his elbow to attack Luke, planning to exchange injury for injury.
Luke thought of Mo Shaohong's information, he once fought in the black market, mastering Muay Thai, known for vicious strikes, undefeated for three consecutive months, definitely a tough character.