"Get in the car." Carlisle tapped the steering wheel with his long-sleeved fingers, "I know what your plan is, but you have to know that the Hook Gang is a mafia that has been rooted in San Francisco for many years. They don't even care about me, so why would they care about the police? They're around here somewhere. If you want to see Miles, from now on, you have to listen to me. I will take you to him."
Tang Yu gritted her teeth as she got into his car.
The black sports car drove quickly on the streets of San Francisco. The undulating roads widened and blocked the view alternatively.
"Do you see that? Three o'clock from the rear," Carlisle's deep voice sounded after they climbed a slope.
Tang Yu turned her head and saw the reflection of the people in the car at the corner of the street.
