While traveling in the flying car, I spotted some vehicles following us. My mouth curved into an arc. Hank noticed the problem as well.
He was angry, but he couldn't take action without a word from me, Master Vincent.
"Don't stop driving. I'll take care of them later," I said to Hank.
My goal was to leave the border, but there were many transit cities before that. When we reached the next city, I told Hank to stop at a store.
The store was located in a central area. He landed the car in the parking lot, and then we stepped out of the vehicle and walked inside.
The spies who followed us arrived at the spot as well, but they didn't enter the shop so as not to alert us.
Inside the store, my gaze fell on the vehicle area. I was there to buy a flying car for myself. The black raven aircraft we had been using was too eye-catching.
Hank was not surprised; he understood my plan. We then walked into a room and started observing different types of flying vehicles.
