Alex frowned. âWhy did you bring a heavy duty locomotive?â
âThe traffic in Michigan is very congested,â Anna said.
âEven if you drove at an outrageous speed, youâd still be stuck on the road and crawling like a turtle in
the end.â
Alex thought about it and realized that she was right. When he had driven from California to Michigan
just now, it wasnât peak hours for commuting to and from work yet, and he also ran the red lights. He
had still wasted quite a bit of time on the roads. When he thought about how he had been speeding
previously and had also run the red lights, he immediately told Anna, âI might have traffic summons,
could you help me handle them?â
âThatâs easy enough to handle,â Anna said. âGive me your license plate number. One of my cousins is
in the transportation department, and itâs convenient to deal with this. I donât even need to do anything
myself.â
After getting the license plate number of Alexâs Aston Martin, she didnât ask any further and directly
sent the information to her cousin sister.
Not even three minutes later, her cousinâs call came. âCousin, who drove this car? I canât handle it.â
âWhat? Youâre second in command in the traffic bureau, and you canât even deal with some summons?
Whatâs the use of your position then?â
âCousin, this is not a violation problem. This license plate number has been registered. It drove at high
speed up to 387 miles per hour on the highway today, ran 24 red lights in a row, and sped on the city
roads five times than allowed. Even the wife of the boss above me was frightened. Itâs useless for
anyone else to come. The owner of the car might even be torturedâ¦â
When Anna heard this, her jaw dropped.
She glanced at Alex and asked, âWhere the heck did you drive to in this car?â
Alex shrugged. âWhy, you canât deal with it?â
Anna returned to the call. âJust say that itâs a special car driven by the Divine Constabulary.â
âYouâll have to come to sign it off.â
âAlright, alright. Iâm hanging up, how useless, seriously.â
Her cousin, on the other end, felt really aggrieved by Annaâs words. Why, if it were any other ordinary
person, theyâd have had to go to jail for at least half a year!
In regards to the Amaryllis Tower case, Anna was more knowledgeable about the details and said, âThe
person in charge of this case is from Missouri, and his name is Travis Blair, code name Bloody Bear.
He has an extremely bad temper, is obstinate and self opinionated, and loves to nitpick on others.
Weâre just supporting this time, so just follow my lead when the time comes.â
Alex didnât comment. The main reason he was going was to find Stephen Hendrix. As for whatever that
girl, Stacey Cooper, he really didnâ t care much for her.
***
At six-thirty in the evening, Alex and Anna came to a garage.
This was the rendezvous point.
âOh, and here I was wondering who the California division would send, and it turns out to be the
tomboy, Anna! It seems like the California division doesnât have any need to exist if all the men were
just to become reliant on women.â
Right away, a Missouri division member came up and exclaimed dramatically.
Another said, âFifth, donât say that. If we have such a manly woman here, Iâd also be willing just to sit
back and rely on her⦠Anna, thereâs no fortune for you following that invalid Sky Melvis. Why donât you
just join our Missouri division? Weâre so much stronger than your division, after all.â
Alex scanned them.
There were a total of six people, and the strongest one was near intermediate Earth rank. He was tall,
strong, and fit.
The other ones obviously fell behind this man. The second strongest was only at advanced Mystic
rank. They were much stronger than Sky, but if the information that Holly had given him was accurate,
they used to be delivery boys.
Anna pursed her lips and said, âItâs not about being strong. Youâll see when the qualifying matches
come! But, I heard that the genius, Tristan Coleman, was the pride of your Missouri folded in our turf,
California. Even Terrance Coleman is gone. What other fire are you guys blowing?â