"What exactly are you doing?"
Teri asked curiously.
As the motorcycle picked up speed and the distance from Moscow Nights grew, she began to see a glimmer of hope. The anxiety in her heart finally started to fade.
She recalled Hunter throwing her phone onto the cargo ship a few minutes ago.
Unable to suppress her curiosity, she asked him.
Hunter glanced at a road sign ahead. The nearest Interstate highway was less than two kilometers away.
Feeling good, he decided to explain.
"The tracker in your body likely has a range limit."
"As long as we put enough distance between us and the people controlling you, they should lose your signal."
"But you said your phone also has tracking software."
"So, I threw your phone onto that cargo ship to mislead them."
Hunter didn't know exactly how far the implanted tracker's range was.
He assumed the worst-case scenario: about fifty kilometers.
After all, the Russian mob behind Moscow Nights was fundamentally just a pimping operation with some muscle.
They might have guns and thugs.
But high-end, expensive military tracking equipment? Unlikely.
And even if they had it, they wouldn't waste it on the girls they controlled.
So, this little trick...
Even if it didn't buy much time, it would at least split their attention and manpower.
The bike continued to speed forward. What Hunter didn't know was...
At that very moment, in an office on the top floor of the Moscow Nights hotel where he had stayed.
A man was in a rage.
"What? One of our 'premium goods' ran away?"
"Who? That Teri again?"
"Damn it. If that state senator didn't like her so much, I would have broken her legs long ago and thrown her to the homeless to 'service' them."
"Good. Good. She dares to run again."
"Chase her! Catch her!"
"This time, I'm breaking her legs."
Slavi was furious.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many residents of the former USSR left their homeland.
Most came to the US, yearning for the capitalist dream.
There's an old Chinese saying: "Poor places produce unruly people." This was particularly true for Russia, the largest state of the former Union.
Due to the harsh environment, Russian male immigrants were generally more aggressive and combative than those from other former Soviet states.
From the West Coast to the East Coast, in almost every city with a Russian population, a criminal group would naturally emerge, rising through violence and ruthlessness.
The Russian mob currently entrenched in Boston was a typical example.
And Slavi was its boss.
After the Soviet collapse over a decade ago, Slavi had been at the bottom of Russian society.
He wasn't tall—only average height for a Russian.
He wasn't a master fighter either. But he possessed a ruthless streak.
Hearing that America was paradise, he smuggled himself from the Bering Sea to Alaska with others.
Then, he made his way to Boston.
Here, Slavi found that life in America wasn't easy for an immigrant. He could only mix with other low-level Russian immigrants.
He recruited a group of young men who were equally tough and unwilling to be bullied.
Soon, by sticking together, they established a foothold in Boston.
As a nation of immigrants, the US had no shortage of undocumented people.
Slavi was a shrewd boss. He realized that the sex trade was low-cost and highly profitable.
Through deception and coercion, he partnered with smugglers who brought people into the US cheaply. He even colluded with corrupt Boston police officers.
They controlled many immigrant women. They even groomed minors specifically to serve VIPs.
After all, as the world's largest capitalist country...
America's high-ranking politicians, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities had no shortage of perverts with strange tastes.
By catering to these tastes, Slavi used his controlled girls—like Teri—to build a network.
He ensnared senators, tycoons, and mid-to-high-level police officers in Boston with blackmail and pleasure.
Whether clients liked men or women, mature women or young girls, Slavi had the resources to satisfy them.
The protective web woven by sex and profit was powerful, bringing Slavi immense wealth.
And Teri was Slavi's "most valuable premium product."
Many politicians and businessmen with specific proclivities favored her.
That was why, despite Teri escaping time and again...
Slavi only beat, tortured, and abused her before putting her back to work.
Teri not only made him money but also helped him secure leverage over Boston's elite.
So, Slavi treated her differently. And he absolutely could not let her escape.
"Boss, Teri is about to leave the tracking range."
A subordinate reported. "And... she seems to have gotten smarter."
"We're tracking both her phone and her implant. The locations are completely different."
"Both signals are about to go out of range. What should we do?"
Slavi's expression was dark, veins bulging on his forehead.
Suppressing his rage, he issued orders with a sinister grin.
"Good. Playing games with us now."
"Pat."
A burly Russian thug stepped forward. "Boss."
Slavi commanded, "Take a team. Check the phone's location. Fast!"
"Yes!"
The thug left immediately.
Slavi looked at a tall, thin subordinate. "Andrei. You take a team and track the implant signal."
"Hurry. Bring the scanner. She's almost out of range."
"Yes, Boss!"
Still not satisfied, Slavi looked at another man.
"Vishniak. Check where Teri has been in the last month. Who she contacted."
"I don't believe she has the ability to escape on her own."
"Someone helped her. Investigate thoroughly."
Vishniak replied immediately, "Boss, ever since her last escape attempt..."
"She only gets to go out for meals three times a week. She always goes to the same family diner. I think she might have met someone there."
Slavi's eyes flashed with a vicious light.
"Good!"
He grinned savagely and patted Vishniak on the shoulder. "Take some men. Go there and ask questions."
"If they have surveillance cameras, get the tapes."
"Do a good job. When you bring Teri back... I'll let you all have your fun with her first. Then I'll break her legs."
"Yes, Boss."
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