The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 125: Caught by Traffic Police

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Caught by Traffic Police

The Buick had begun to shake as it reached this speed. It seemed as though it would fall apart at any moment, and Emily Lopez was getting nervous. But seeing the focused look on James Brown’s face, she swallowed back the words that had reached her lips. She suddenly had an inexplicable faith in her brother-in-law and believed that he would keep his word, that he wouldn’t let the slightest thing go wrong.

"Damn! Street racing?" A Camry was cruising steadily at eighty kilometers per hour when a Buick, a Ferrari, and a Porsche roared past it, prompting the Camry’s driver to blurt out a curse.

"Geez, what are they playing at? Is that a Buick in front? Can even that car be used for racing?" That was another question that arose in the mind of the Camry driver.

He wasn’t the only one with this question on his mind. Every driver that had been overtaken held similar thoughts, and they all looked down upon such reckless speeding. It was way too dangerous. They didn’t care if the racers met with accidents, but if they collided with another vehicle, then the innocent drivers would be in trouble too.

Ultimately, James Brown’s car was simply no match for Thomas Johnson’s in terms of performance. After racing for over a dozen kilometers, the Porsche and the Ferrari closed in on him, with less than ten meters separating them.

"Damn it, I’ll show you how to run! I’ll catch up with you!" Thomas Johnson’s eyes lit up with excitement. He was determined to catch up with James.

But suddenly, the Buick swerved left, then right again, slowing down abruptly, making Thomas’s car nearly crash into James’s.

Thomas quickly hit the brakes. Although he wouldn’t mind seeing James dead, at this speed, if he crashed into James’s car, it wouldn’t just be the Buick that’d be in trouble. His own car wouldn’t be spared either, and naturally, neither would he.

In the sudden braking, Thomas’s car almost lost control. Fortunately, the Ferrari’s performance was more than up to the task, preventing him from veering into the opposite lane.

After that, James stopped trying to outrun them. He maintained a speed of around 150 to 160 kilometers per hour, swerving left and right to block their cars, refusing to let them overtake. No matter if it was the Ferrari or the Porsche, no matter how they tried to overtake James, his car kept cutting them off.

This frustrated Thomas to no end. Although they had considerably slowed down, they still didn’t dare to risk a collision at such speeds. A crash would result in catastrophic consequences, and they weren’t quite ready to risk their lives in a fight against James.

Besides, they believed their lives were worth much more than James’s and weren’t willing to gamble them recklessly.

James continued to block the two cars behind them, refusing to let them catch up. Emily was so thrilled that she couldn’t stop screaming with excitement; she was having the time of her life.

But Emily’s excitement was short-lived. Suddenly, two police cars appeared on the opposite side of the road. As they passed James and his group, the police cars immediately sounded their sirens and turned around to begin pursuit.

Emily stuck out her tongue at James and said, "Brother-in-law, we’re in trouble now. The cops are coming after us."

James chuckled and replied, "No problem," and he actually began slowing down the car.

Emily panicked and cried out, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Speed up! What will we do if the police catch us?"

James slowly pulled over to the side of the road and said, "If we get caught, we get caught. We haven’t done anything illegal."

"Not illegal? Brother-in-law, speeding over fifty percent is a fourteen-dollar fine, not to mention a license revocation. This road is probably limited to eighty kilometers per hour, and we were going over two hundred just now. How can you say we haven’t done anything illegal?"

James took out a cigarette and said, "Just watch the show."

Seeing James so confident, Emily’s nerves settled, and she became curious instead. "Brother-in-law, don’t tell me you know someone from the local traffic police?"

"No, I don’t know a single person," James shook his head confidently.

Emily was dumbfounded and said, "If you don’t know anyone, how can you say it’s no big deal? You’re messing with me now. If my older sister finds out we’ve been racing with someone, both of us are done for."

"Don’t worry, everything will be absolutely fine." James opened the window, a smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Thomas Johnson and his companion had also blocked James’s way, one in front and one behind. They weren’t afraid of the traffic police. With so many connections at home, a single phone call would easily take care of the situation. Even though James was driving a Buick worth over three hundred thousand, when it came to having powerful backers, they were obviously much better connected than he was.

The traffic police cars arrived quickly, and several officers jumped out and called several people over. The one who appeared to be the leader now spoke with a stern face, "You’ve got some nerve, racing on the highway with a speed limit of eighty kilometers per hour and even hitting over two hundred."

Thomas Johnson and his companions didn’t take the traffic police seriously at all. Whistling casually, they watched the unfolding scene with keen interest, focusing on James Brown.

James Brown simply flashed a faint smile, saying, "The officer is right, how could anyone race on the highway? That’s utterly disregarding one’s own life and others’. Such behavior deserves a severe punishment."

Thomas Johnson and the others suddenly widened their eyes in disbelief. James Brown was actually saying such things, as if he hadn’t been racing.

The traffic officer, in no better mood, said to James Brown, "You talk the talk, but weren’t you just racing?"

James Brown immediately widened his eyes in response, "Officer comrade, is there some mistake? I’m the most law-abiding there is. Look, when I wanted to smoke, I specially parked my car by the roadside. How could I possibly be involved in racing?"

"You weren’t racing?" the officer said, looking at James Brown with suspicion.

James Brown nodded emphatically, "No, I had just stopped to smoke when those two cars parked beside me. But I did see a Buick speeding past like mad just before. You’re not talking about that car, are you?"

When James Brown spoke, he seemed so wronged, as though he had suffered grave injustice. The officers immediately began to doubt their suspicions. Although they had seen a Buick, a Ferrari, and a Porsche racing, by the time they turned around, they were behind them, so they had not clearly seen whether James Brown’s car was the one involved in the racing. However, judging by the model, it should be the same as the racing Buick.

At this moment, Thomas Johnson was also staring at James Brown, dumbfounded. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had fought with James Brown, he would have believed what James Brown was saying. Sensing the police’s doubt, he became furiously anxious and said, "Police, don’t listen to his nonsense. He was the one racing us just now."

As far as racing was concerned, Thomas Johnson and his companions weren’t afraid to admit it. It was just racing, after all, what big deal was that? They didn’t know how many times they had exceeded the speed limit. If not for the speed, why would they buy Ferraris and Porsches? Might as well just buy a Mercedes-Benz or BMW, which would also be status-lifting and more comfortable to drive.

These traffic officers already knew those who could afford to drive Ferraris and Porsches were not to be underestimated, and the leader had even met Mr. Thomas Johnson before. Although they were not close, he knew that even if they wanted to punish Thomas Johnson and his companions, it would only end with a fine. The idea of deducting their points or revoking their licenses was simply not feasible.

At this point, dealing with James Brown seemed easier in comparison. The officer quickly put on a serious face, "Whether you were speeding or not is not up to you. I can find out in no time."

In the police car, they had the specialized equipment and immediately connected online with the T District’s information center, promptly retrieving all the photos taken on this stretch of road.

"Kid, it looks like you’re done for this time, exceeding the limit by fifty percent. Ha, let’s see how you drive in the future," Thomas Johnson, familiar with the police procedure, began laughing triumphantly as soon as he saw what the officers were doing.

James Brown shook his head and said, "I’m telling you guys, you can’t drive like that just because you have Ferraris and Porsches. What if you hit someone? Even if you don’t hit someone else, what if you crash? What if you break an arm or a leg? Wouldn’t that mean you’ll have to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair? And if you lose your life, how could you ever face your parents after all they’ve done to raise you?"

At this moment, James Brown was like an elder lecturing Thomas Johnson and his companions, which made them burn with anger. Thomas Johnson snorted coldly and said, "You don’t have to pretend here; I bet it’s you who’s done for this time."

Emily Lopez followed beside James Brown, smiling at his banter. However, seeing the police officers going through the data, she began to worry again. At this point, having points deducted and paying a fine were the least of her concerns. If the driving license was revoked, that would be truly troublesome. What worried her most was getting scolded by her sister. Today’s incident was her fault. If she hadn’t come out with him, James Brown wouldn’t have clashed with these privileged youths, nor would he have raced.

If this caused a rift between James Brown and Gina Lopez, her guilt would be even greater.

The officer responsible for retrieving the data was quite frustrated. Photos of the speeding Ferrari and Porsche were plentiful and each clearly showed their license plates. However, they hadn’t captured a single photo of the speeding Buick, which seemed utterly impossible.

"What’s the matter?" The police leader frowned as he questioned the data-retrieving officer.

"Chief, take a look at this," the officer replied, pushing the computer towards his superior, somewhat helpless.

The leader scrutinized the photos from that section of the road, but indeed, not a single photo showed James Brown’s Buick speeding.

"What’s going on here? Is there a system malfunction?"

"That shouldn’t be the case. All the other photos came out; just his car’s photos are missing."