Mitsuhide and Panam, having shaken off the Kang Tao armored vehicle convoy, currently had only one concern: the black luxury car carrying Anders, whom Berry was so worried about, still fleeing ahead.
And this problem seemed to be quickly resolved.
Having shaken off their pursuers, Panam, now able to unleash her full speed, drove her vehicle at a speed comparable to a Win11 startup on the 80 km/h speed-limited wilderness main road.
Getting closer and closer to the fleeing black luxury car ahead.
Looking at the approaching luxury car, Mitsuhide anxiously thought.
Damn it, you little bastard, daring to hijack my target.
No matter who you are, once I catch you, I'll tear out all your cyberware.
And as if aware of Mitsuhide's silent curses, the vehicle ahead also sped up.
But unfortunately, even at full speed, how could it outrun a Nomad vehicle that makes its living in these Badlands?
The speed difference between the two still closed at a steady rate.
Logically, this would be a good time to pose a math problem: when will Panam's car catch up to the black luxury car?
But unfortunately, the opponent didn't play by the rules.
Just as Mitsuhide thought the opponent was resigned to stopping, the black luxury car suddenly turned, plunged into a cactus patch by the side of the road, and escaped via a shortcut.
"Quick, chase! Don't let that bandit escape!"
Mitsuhide, who had been comfortably watching the road chase from the passenger seat for a long time, grew anxious at this sight, almost slamming his hand on the dashboard.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm chasing, they won't escape!"
Panam wasn't anxious.
Although she usually was quite anxious, she wasn't now.
Because the opponent was right in her sights.
They couldn't outrun her on the highway, and they thought they could shake her off in the Badlands? Is that even possible?
Nomad vehicles are specifically modified for Badlands road conditions.
So, Panam's car almost bit the black car's rear bumper as it chased into the cactus patch.
In the Badlands, ravaged by humans, only these cacti and shrubs thrived.
Look at these cacti, green and hard, standing tall and thick. This entire cactus forest was even more so.
Each one stood angrily, as if silently venting some unspoken rage at the sun in the sky.
Even Mitsuhide felt a certain silent majesty, and his breathing frequency involuntarily slowed.
If there were an anthropologist or psychologist here, perhaps they would explain this as some psychological remnant of phallic worship from primitive tribal times.
But unfortunately, time often doesn't provide answers to history.
Because with the two cars chasing and fleeing at high speed, they quickly burst out of the cactus forest and onto a dry riverbed bathed in the golden light of the sun.
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