On the pursuit vehicle.
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Jun Shen was both holding a gun and using binoculars to look at the back of the head of the person driving the assault vehicle ahead—he couldn't see it at all, at most he saw a helmet, but he pretended he saw it.
"Damn, that must be Mo Shangjun!" Jun Shen gritted his teeth, "I would recognize her even if she turned into ashes!"
"Mo Shangjun?"
Hearing this name, Lin Mao, who was leading the team, felt his head spin.
"It's definitely her!" Jun Shen said with conviction.
"It's just a generic helmet, how did you recognize her?" An intrigued trainee asked.
Jun Shen defiantly retorted, "I can recognize her from a single strand of hair, let alone a helmet!"
After competing with Mo Shangjun for so many years, how could he not recognize her?!
"...But you can't see her hair either." Someone weakly countered.
Lin Mao frowned, "Don't worry about who it is, listen to my command, and focus on your duties."
