Chapter 682. Horrific Expression

The driver lurched forward and blocked the car before he could move. Florence stepped out quickly with her gun and walked to the car.

“Don’t,” she warned the driver who was trying to take out a weapon quickly. “Put your hands where I can see them.”

“What do you want?” the heavily tattooed man asked.

“You know what I want.”

The man looked up at her face. “I don’t know anything.”

“Step out,” Florence commanded, with the gun still pointed at the man’s face. He obeyed. “Where was the tracker placed in your body?”

“What tracker are you talking about?” He frowned. “Listen, ma’am. I’m just a transporter and I was asked to transport that to a location,” he explained, pointing to the small container at the passenger’s side. “Are you the police or what?”

Florence signaled to her partner who had also stepped out to check what was on the passenger’s side. He took it out and opened the container.

“The chip is here, they played us,” he confirmed Flo