The police and FBI around him were all accounted for.
"Hello Mr. Rand," Xiu Nuo spoke, "It must be uncomfortable to be under police surveillance on Sunday, isn't it?"
"Since you know I'm with the police," Rand started, "why would you still call me? You should be aware that I'm being monitored and they're tracing your location as well."
"Didn't I tell you? I don't care," Xiu Nuo's tone was relaxed, "This time I'm calling to inform you of a new piece of news: my next target is JPMorgan Chase Bank, set for Tuesday noon, at the vault located in New York."
Rand was stunned.
Predicting a crime?
This guy is way too arrogant!
As Rand was still in a daze, Xiu Nuo spoke again, "Is that enough time? You should have located my position by now, right? Then I'll hang up first."
After the call ended, the chief of the SFPD turned to the technicians: "Where is it?"
The technician's mouth twitched: "In... New York."
"He ran from the West Coast to the East Coast."
