"FUCK."
"FUCK."
"FUCK."
"..."
All day, Clark didn't know how many expletives he had uttered. Whether it was Ye Hong or Liu Zun, he hadn't managed to catch any of their men. His attempts at surrounding, chasing, and blocking were ineffective. He hadn't even seen their faces, let alone captured them.
He felt like a fool, running around blindly with sirens blazing all day. He was puzzled by the peculiar behavior of his adversaries, but couldn't come up with any other possibilities. In this era, while there were image editing software, he hadn't heard of any technology that could manipulate surveillance footage in real-time.
Meanwhile, his constant failures had alarmed the Director of the FBI Headquarters. The mess had been reported up the chain of command and rebukes had come raining down, with Clark himself at the receiving end. He had no one else to vent his frustrations on, so he was left stewing in his anger.
