Hobbs gritted his teeth. "I'm fine."
Luke nodded. "Then you take your car. I'll lead the way for you. Which airport is your plane at?"
Hobbs stared at him. "How did you know that a plane is picking us up?"
Luke sneered. "You're FBI agents. Would you escort your prisoners back to America by boat?"
Hobbs also thought that his question had been a little dumb.
Soon, Hobbs's men got into their Hummer, and Dominic and his partners got into Luke's car.
The two Hummers started up and drove toward the airport.
After escorting Hobbs to the airport, Luke pulled over not far away and waved at the yellow Hummer.
The yellow Hummer slowed down a little before it picked up speed again and left.
Luke wasn't surprised at all.
Hobbs was more concerned about his men's lives than the prisoners in Luke's car.
Of the five men in his squad, three were severely wounded, and two had mild injuries.
