A Van

Lucille put down her binoculars and patted Molly on the shoulder. "Let's go." Two figures came down from the rooftop, passed through the dark alley, and walked to a van parked by the roadside. The engine roared, and the van chugged along. Molly grimaced in pain and could not help asking with a bitter face, "This car isn't going to fall apart, is it, Bobo?" "No." In order not to expose her identity during the tracking process, Lucille specifically asked Hugo to get them a second-hand van. The license plate was also fake. If she was accidentally caught, those killers would not be able to verify her identity. That would save her a lot of trouble. Lucille glanced at Molly and smiled faintly, saying, "You should put on your seatbelt. We'll have to speed up." "Okay!" Molly nodded and put on the seat belt obediently. Lucille stepped on the manual clutch and then hit the gas to speed up. Her movements were smooth and fluid. The van puttered, and the next second, the engine burnt out. Lucille w