A convoy was weaving its way through the downtown area.
The convoy consisted of five vehicles, with two leading the way and two bringing up the rear, while the real focus was the one in the middle.
In addition to these jeeps, there were also Los Angeles highway patrol officers clearing the path ahead.
Their destination was the Los Angeles International Airport.
At that moment, inside the middle vehicle, Thomson's face was swollen like a pig's head, but that didn't stop the annoying man from continuing to rant.
"Ha, Robbin, what did I say, you can't do a thing!"
Robbin glanced at Thomson beside him and snorted, "Shut your mouth, Thomson. Doesn't your face hurt?"
Instead of getting angry, Thomson responded with mockery, "Don't make that face, Investigator Robbin. Where's that arrogance from when you arrested me? Just wait, once I get back to New York, you, Jim, and all those bastards who laid hands on me won't get away with it!"
