Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 419


    Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 419


    Extreme Measures


    “I’m on my way to visit my grandma, so I thought I didn’t need to bring my ID along. Besides, I was in a


    hurry, so I left it at home,” ude answered as ‘honestly’ as he could. He was an innocent-looking guy


    to begin with, and nobody would suspect him of anything.


    Jackson stared at him for a moment, then he took the verification device from the young officer and


    said indifferently, “Give me your ID number.”


    “830…,” ude told him a string of numbers, smiling all the while.


    A whileter, the officer in charge frowned and looked at ude, holding the device with one hand.


    “Your name is Mike Oxlong?” he asked seriously.


    Yeah, I know, right? “Nice name, huh?” ude smiled drily.


    “Yes. Remember to bring your ID anywhere you go next time.”


    ude nodded, and his eyes glinted. “I will, officer.” He smiled.


    “Let them go!”


    After he got past that stop, ude returned to his old, cunning self once more. “I’ll double your pay,


    driver. Hit the wheels!”


    “You got it!” Energized by the temptation of more money, the driver floored the elerator and sped


    past all the cars that passed the checks the same time as them.


    The officer in charge was checking the other cars, then he looked back for some reason. When he saw


    the green taxi driving off into the distance, he thought about the name he saw quietly. Mike Oxlong…


    Mike Oxlong… Hey, wait a minute! That sounds like ‘my c*ck’s long!’ Only an idiot woulde up with


    that name! That’s a fake ID!


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    “Dammit! He ran off right under my nose.” The officer in charge smacked his head in frustration and


    turned his walkie talkie on at once. “All officers, hunt down a cab with the te number 4739!”


    Half an hour had passed when his order reached the front line officers. The driver had already arrived


    at the mall in twenty minutes, seeing as he could get double the fare.


    “Here you go.” ude handed him a wad of cash and joked, “You should be an F1 driver with that kind


    of skill.”


    The driver happily took the money and arched his eyebrow. “You’re not the only one who told me that.


    Before I worked as a taxi driver, I was a super racer.”


    “Of course you are.” ude smiled in amusement and got out of the car, then he headed into the


    crowded mall.


    ude was long gone when the officer in charge got a cab and came to the mall. Looking at the locked


    mall, the officer flew into a rage, then took his phone out and called someone. “Where are you,


    Alexander?”


    Alexander told him the location and hung up. It turned out that the officer in charge was none other


    than Alexander’s good friend—Jackson. Jackson hopped into his car and went to the rendezvous point


    as fast as he could.


    He couldn’t have escaped me so easily. Someone powerful must have helped him. If I want to arrest


    him, I have to go for something extreme.