Hunter understood. Teri must have tried to escape the Russian mob controlling her before.
In fact, she had probably tried more than once.
Otherwise, he could understand tracking software on a phone.
But a surgically implanted tracker in her body?
That wasn't standard treatment for the average person.
Hunter hadn't unlocked any [Medicine] skills yet.
So even if he wanted to, he lacked the ability to remove the implant.
However, he had basic common sense.
"Trackers usually have a range limit!"
"Teri is just a low-level earner. The mob controlling her isn't the CIA."
"They can't possibly have dedicated satellites and military-grade equipment just to track a chip inside her."
"So, as long as I get her out of Boston in the shortest time possible..."
"We win."
With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Hunter didn't slow down.
He rode the motorcycle hard, speeding toward the city limits.
He didn't respond to Teri's earlier complaints. He knew she was speaking from a place of trauma and failure.
Repeated failures had driven this girl to despair.
Hunter shouted back at her, his tone firm and commanding.
"Take out your phone. Report the time to me every minute."
"When they call..."
"Tell me immediately!"
"And I'll tell you what to do."
Teri heard him clearly. She had been venting her hopelessness just moments ago.
But as the bike sped along the highway, and the distance from Moscow Nights—her prison for years—grew...
Teri's mood began to shift.
After a moment of silence behind Hunter...
With a rustling sound, she obeyed his instructions.
She pulled her phone from her waist bag. Holding it in one hand to watch the time, she wrapped her other arm tightly around Hunter's waist.
Teri had tried to escape before.
But every failure brought beatings and torture.
Eventually, her resistance faded into despair.
But this time... whether it succeeded or not...
Teri felt it was worth a try.
She didn't know why this young Asian man, whom she had only met twice—and whom she didn't even have a good impression of—was so obsessed with saving her.
But at least this time, she wasn't alone.
The feeling of being protected was something she hadn't experienced in forever.
Suddenly, Teri felt that even if they failed, it didn't matter.
At least she saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Hunter gripped the handlebars, navigating the Boston streets rapidly.
He felt Teri's arm tighten around his waist.
He ignored it, focusing entirely on driving, trying to put as much distance between them and the city center as possible.
However, Boston was one of the oldest cities in the US.
It was the capital of Massachusetts and the largest city in the Northeast.
Moscow Nights was in a corner of the Greater Boston area. Hunter needed to cross the entire metro zone to exit from the west.
Their escape coincided with the tail end of rush hour traffic.
So, the journey wasn't smooth.
Even with [Driving Lv 4]—skills rivaling professional racers—and pushing the bike to its limits...
Weaving through city traffic kept his speed capped at around 60-70 mph.
"One minute!"
It was the seventh time Teri had reported.
Hunter glanced at a road sign and calculated quickly.
"We're only about four or five kilometers from the edge of the metro area."
"Straight line distance from Moscow Nights should be close to twenty kilometers now."
"Once we're out of the city and on the Interstate..."
"I can push it to over 150 km/h."
"Unless the Russians have a helicopter, they won't catch us."
He had scouted the route days ago.
With physical attributes double that of a normal human and Intelligence two points higher than his other mental stats...
His photographic memory and logical analysis were peak.
He had memorized every turn of the escape route.
So now, he advanced methodically.
Beep beep beep beep!
A sharp, simple ringtone erupted from Teri's phone.
Because Teri was hugging him tightly, pressing her body against his back...
Hunter felt the violent shudder that ran through her the moment the phone rang.
"It's them!"
Teri's voice was panicked. "It's their call! What do I do?"
Hunter hadn't expected the mob to react so fast—it had only been seven minutes.
He slowed down slightly, controlling the bike with one hand while reaching back with the other.
"Give me the phone. I'll handle it."
Teri didn't hesitate. It was like holding a hot potato.
She shoved the phone into Hunter's hand.
Hunter didn't answer. He rejected the call immediately.
He kept riding. Not far down the road, the phone rang again.
Again, Hunter hung up.
Less than five seconds later, it rang a third time.
"What are you doing?"
Teri asked anxiously.
Hunter didn't answer. He rejected the call several more times.
Finally, the phone stopped ringing. Hunter slowed the bike down again.
Teri hugged his waist tighter, trembling with fear.
Hunter waited.
Finally, hearing the low horn of a ship...
He looked down from the bridge they were crossing. An inland cargo barge was passing underneath, moving slowly.
Timing it perfectly, Hunter took Teri's phone.
Through a gap in the bridge railing, he threw it with precision.
The phone landed squarely on the cargo barge below.
Then, Hunter twisted the throttle to the max.
The bike surged forward, accelerating past 80 mph.
Carrying Teri, he sped toward the western outskirts of Boston.
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