MM Racing Chapter 746 - 743: On the Run (Two in One)
Chapter 746 - 743: On the Run (Two in One)
Chapter 746: Chapter 743: On the Run (Two in One)
In the corridor, a burly man stopped in front of a room, accompanied by several companions. Looking up, the man saw a green light above the door indicating that the room had been cleaned, and his brow furrowed.
“Is this the place?”
“Yes… yes, sir, is there a problem?”
The cleaning staff following behind him looked nervous. The lobby manager knew what was happening, but these ordinary employees were in the dark.
These sturdy men had a brawny air about them, resembling the elite from some professional agency like the military. They had suddenly obtained room cards from the manager; could there be an issue here?
Had the person who stayed here before committed a crime?
The thought that she had just cleaned the room and might have destroyed evidence filled the cleaning staff with worry.
“Don’t be nervous, we’re just filming a show,” said Ryan Lee Phi Philips, the leading man, who had immediately noticed the cleaner’s unease and smiled, pointing to the camera behind him.
The cleaner was taken aback: “A show?”
Philips swiped the room key and pushed open the door, entering. A field team member behind him explained: “Have you heard of ‘Stealth Track’? It’s a reality show that simulates capturing criminals. Our pursuit team is out now, and the team in the room just now were the fugitives.”
“I know ‘Stealth Track’!” the cleaner’s eyes lit up.
Philips looked around the neatly tidied room and felt a bit of a challenge, but maintaining professionalism, he and the others still
Bi Fang had some understanding of the caliber of the Hunter Team; they were all elites.
Hence, Bi Fang was not confident enough to believe he could cover his tracks at every step.
Even the cleverest schemes have their flaws, and a single person’s brain can’t match the combined intellect of more than thirty people, but Bi Fang was confident that each trail he left behind would require substantial time for them to discern its authenticity.
“Relax, just cling to my legs, and smile for the camera, make it a big grin.”
Bi Fang closed the window and flashed an exaggerated smile at a particular camera at the gas station, causing the photographer in the backseat to shiver and immediately focus his lens on the scene, capturing every detail.
Although the photographer didn’t understand why Bi Fang was smiling at the camera, he found the scene rather appealing in an inexplicable way!
“Well, yeah.”
Leaning back in his seat, Yao Jun thought it over and had to admit it was true.
If Bi Fang couldn’t escape, then he was just an extra. It would be better to stick close and take it easy, enjoying the thrill of being on the run.
Hearing the latter part of Bi Fang’s statement, Yao Jun glanced at the camera in the upper right corner of the gas station but didn’t feel like smiling: “Is this a provocation?”
“Sort of, but not really.”
After filling up with cheap gasoline, Bi Fang used his last bit of change to pay the gas station attendant, rolled up the window, and finally relaxed his facial muscles before driving back onto the road.
“Forged identification documents can provide a crucial layer of cover for a ‘fugitive,’ but if the foreign government already views them as a potential security threat, their photos may already be in databases at border checkpoints or at other high-security controls.”
“Existing facial recognition software is primarily image-based, which is relatively easy to evade in reality and is not as formidable as depicted in the movies.”
“This technology uses algorithms to compare specific anchor points—such as nose, the distance between eyes, the size of each eye, cheekbones, chin, and ear shapes—in a given image database, focusing on those bone structures that are not easy to alter and have distinctive features.”
“But if those anchor points are obscured or blurred, the software becomes useless.”
Pointing to his own features, Bi Fang emphasized several key areas.
This professional explanation finally gave Yao Jun a sense of immersion.
This was the thing, that sense of déjà vu from crime capers!
“Such a fuss!”
“Oversized sunglasses and long bangs can cover the forehead, browbones, and some of the cheekbones. Lowering the brim of a hat and tilting your head down can hide your face in shadows.”
“A smile can change the shape of your eyes and push muscles above the cheekbones, which is why many countries require a neutral facial expression for passport photos.”
Yao Jun was surprised: “Is it that simple?”
Bi Fang shook his head: “It’s not that simple.”
“Casinos in Las Vegas frequently use facial recognition technology to prevent cheaters from intercepting hundreds of thousands of ‘ugly cents.’ There, this technology is a constantly evolving science.”
“Social media platforms have also begun to use facial recognition to tag and categorize images, so with the drive of interests, the technology will only become more complex.”
“Today’s most advanced facial recognition has already been combined with vein recognition technology to form a seamless mechanism.”
“Vein recognition captures a thermal image of the face, using the positions of facial veins and arteries as identification markers. With this type of recognition, there are far fewer tricks to play, but anyway… ”
Yao Jun’s nerves tensed again: “But anyway, what?”
Bi Fang shrugged: “That stuff hasn’t been widely adopted, so we don’t need to worry about it.”
Seeing Bi Fang’s insight, Yao Jun was thrilled: “I thought you were just playing around, not caring about winning or losing.”
“Even if it’s a game, I don’t want to lose,” Bi Fang said as he dug into his pockets, only to take out some loose coins, “Now we have left, let’s see, oh, forty-five ‘ugly cents.’ Money really does burn a hole in your pocket.”
Yao Jun was rather astonished, not at how little money they had left, but at the fact there was anything left at all?
After all, from leaving the hotel to buying some food and tools at the supermarket they had spent twenty-six dollars. Then there was the car rental and just now gas. After all that spending, they still had some left?
Is the ‘ugly gold’ that stable?
“What do you think, my lord?”
“One Hundred Ugly Gold in New York can get you 12 movie tickets, 20 in the Midwest, or it can feed a person 20 times at McDonald’s. Buy a Gameboy plus a game cartridge. Enough for two people to eat at a fancy French restaurant. Enough for good quality 30 to 40 gallons of gasoline, oh, and one gallon is just under four liters.”
“It can even buy you two of the latest high-end smartphones, of course, provided you sign up with a service provider. Even a plain car can be rented for two hundred dollars for a whole week, and we just need this crappy car for two days. Besides, I didn’t fill the tank up.”
Obviously, you only add as much gas as you use.
What if it’s not all used up, because you have to abandon the plan early? That would be a loss!
A hundred dollars is that valuable?
Hearing Bi Fang reel off prices, Yao Jun was astounded.
Inside Hunter Academy’s office, Robert choreographed everything, handing over the phones and computers sent by the field teams to the tech department for data retrieval.
“Daniel, keep recovering data.”
“Philips, any new discoveries?”
“Found their rental car agency, I’m making inquiries,” Philips responded, pulling out his notepad and querying the car rental owner.
Initially, the car rental owner was also panicked, the visitors’ demeanor suggested they were in deep trouble; could he have rented the car to the wrong kind of person?
The thought alone made the owner break out in a cold sweat.
This is Ugly Li Jian, after all. If some extremely dangerous criminal had rented the car, was there any hope of getting it back?
When Philips asked if two Asians had come here to rent a car, the proprietor nodded eagerly, spilling everything he knew like beans from a split sack.
“Ah, there’s no need to be nervous or worry about any losses.” Seeing the owner in such a state, Philips smiled, signaled the field agent to re-explain, and the owner finally eased up.
“So, they rented one car, didn’t they? What’s the license number? What model is it?”
“It is…”
Philips wrote down the car model and license plate, then stepped out of the rental agency.
In theory, knowing the “fugitive’s” getaway car model and license plate should be a significant breakthrough.
But somehow, Philips had a hunch that it wasn’t that simple.
Would the other party leave such an obvious loophole?