Since the inspections on the road were not strict, Rosa and the others let go of their hangover. The location of New Jersey is actually not far from Canada, but if they go to Quebec, they will not be close.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when they drove from New Jersey to Detroit. Because they were careful all the way, the car drove very slowly. If they followed the normal American habits, it would be estimated that it would take nine hours to drive from Newark in western New Zhejiang to Montreal in Quebec.

However, because he was afraid that the speeding police would be checked, Mike drove carefully all the way, and was driving at about ten yards under the speed limit standard, so he drove from New Jersey to Detroit for almost nine hours.

By the time we arrived here, we were already tired and we were nervous, so Mike and Rosa said, could we take a rest in Detroit?

When Rosa thought, Detroit and Canada were separated by a lake, and it seemed that the local police in the United States did not take the F-force investigation notice too seriously, so she relaxed her vigilance.

The group first contacted the people behind, then found a roadside motel to rest for a few hours, and several people took a shower, then went out to buy some food and change clothes, and even Mike took a nap for a while.

When everyone recovered their energy, Rosa asked Mike to drive on the road again.

At around 6 o'clock in the evening, it happened to be the busiest time from the United States to Canada. Every day, many Canadians who come to the United States to purchase during the day rushed back to Canada.

The tax rate in Canada is relatively high, and the value-added tax on many commodities is as high as 17%, while the United States is much lower, so many Canadians like to come to the United States to buy things.

Some even like to go out with their whole family, transiting to the United States during the day and driving back at night, so whenever it is five or six o'clock in the evening, the customs clearance here is very busy.

Mike and the others were anxious to wait at the gate. After all, they were looking at the border of the United States, but they could not get out. This was a torture for those who were ulterior motives.

Moreover, although Mike's blank passports are real and Jenny's ability to make fake passports is first-class, everyone is worried whether these passports can be fooled and the customs security check here.

The most critical thing is that they don’t know if there are any agents lying here at the customs checkpoint. The situation in the United States is very special. Once a major case occurs, especially when a criminal is found and attempts to escape to Canada.

People with F-voltage tend to choose to sit at major customs clearance checkpoints. Although the traffic flow here seems normal now, and there are no agents with F-voltages standing out for security checks, everyone is still worried whether their previous images will be photographed by the cameras in New York.

If it is really taken, then every agent must have their photos in his hands.

Although they all did some disguise makeup before they set off, such as Jenny and Rosa dyed their hair and even brought contact lenses. Rosa even brought a myopia mirror, and Mike simply hung up his beard and even shaved his head.

But they didn't know whether their current image could get away from here. After all, the agents trained by F-force were not vegetarians, especially this time they suffered such a great humiliation.

Everyone was unsure at this time, but fortunately, Rosa was still there, and she was very calm, which invisibly strengthened a lot of confidence for Mike and Jenny, so that they would not collapse so easily. Especially Jenny, who was not a front-line employee and had no experience in such a thing, and was even more nervous at this time.

It was soon the three of them that came to the security checkpoint. The customs gate from the United States to Canada was actually similar to the domestic toll station mode. The few of them did not need to get off the bus. They just drove the car to the gate and handed over the passport to the people at the gate.

Mike sat in the driver's seat, took out three Canadian passports and handed them to the person in the pavilion. At this time, he also noticed that in the booth, in addition to the person in customs uniform, there was another guy in casual clothes. After the customs official got his passport, the first thing he did was to roughly flip it over and hand it to the guy.

After the guy picked up his passport, he looked through it very carefully. Mike only glanced at the guy and knew that it was a bad thing. This guy should be a f-boy.

If he is not afraid at all at this time, it must be fake. He is really afraid that this guy will find some clues about his passport to take care of his passport.

If this guy took his passport and made a gesture to the outside, then a bunch of people would immediately rush over and point at him and Rosa and the others, and that would be totally done.

And even if you want to get out of the customs, even if the aluminum alloy railing in front is nothing, there are Canadian customs personnel waiting opposite the port.

If you pass the level from here, even if you go to Canada, people will still be able to nail you to death. So the best result now is that the person can't see anything, and then let it go, that's the best.

But the more he was afraid of, the more he was, the more he was. Mike hoped that the other party would let go quickly, but the f-pist there seemed to be no in a hurry. He took the passports of several people and flipped through them. Finally, he walked out of the booth directly, came to Mike's window, and looked at the passenger seat.

Rosa was sitting in the passenger seat at this time, while Jenny was sitting behind. The three of them covered their identities: Rosa and Mike were McConaughey and his wife, while Jenny was their sister. They came to the United States a few days ago to play, but now they are finally finished and can go back to Canada.

"Mrs. McConaughey, can you go a little further? Mr. McConaughey, can you turn on the reading lights in the car? Sorry, the light is not very good, I can't see clearly what's happening inside."

The guy stood outside the car window and said to Mike and Rosa. Mike's face changed. He had almost reached out to grab the pistol placed on the door panel's hand buckle. Did this guy find something?

But just when he couldn't help but have an attack, Rosa suddenly grabbed his left hand, and then smiled and said to him, "Dear, haven't you heard the police officer? Turn on the reading light."

Mike understood what Rosa meant. She wanted him to calm down, but it was this time. How could she calm down? But in the end, Pan Heng took two or three seconds, and he still turned on the reading light obediently. He knew that the person who had an attack here must be himself who died in the end.

At this time, the agent f forced him to pick up his passport, look at the photos on the passport, and then stare at Rosa opposite him.

Seeing this situation, Rosa couldn't help but curse in her heart, "It's really a pity."

Their fake passports were actually in the parking lot in Newark. They were just doing it before departure. She was still the one she was responsible for taking photos for everyone. But when she was resting in Detroit, she thought that it would be better to change her image so that she would not be seen at the customs office, so she dyed her original blonde black and cut it a lot shorter.

As a result, people are staring at her hair now, and now they are backfiring.

But after all, she is also an old man. She still has the same thing in the face of danger. At this time, she looked at the police officer staring at her hair. She smiled and turned her head deliberately: "How is it? Does it look good? Police officer, this is what I did at the Posey Salon in Philadelphia. I spent a lot of money on this hairstyle. My husband nagged me all day because of this little money. What do you think? After I changed my hairstyle, isn't it more energetic than the original hairstyle?"

Mike also looked embarrassed at this time, not knowing what to say, but the agent with the f-pinch was still expressionless, with gray eyes staring at the photo on Rosa's passport. He compared it with the real person in front of him for a long time before finally relaxing his face and smiling at Rosa.

"Yes, Mrs. McConaughey, I think your hairstyle is much more beautiful than your original hairstyle. Mr. McConaughey is so lucky to marry a beautiful woman like you."

The agent is also a good talker. He made Rosa laugh after a few words. Mike, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also scratched his head, then giggled, pretending to be very embarrassed.

As for Jenny, who was sitting behind, she was holding a tablet and headphones, pretending to be like a second-middle girl. The policeman stared at her for a few more times, and finally delivered her passport to Mike.

"Okay, you can leave, Mr. McConaughey, a pleasant trip, welcome to come again next time."

"I wish you a good mood all night, bye."

Mike also gestured at the agent F, then kicked the accelerator, and the car drove through the customs at a constant speed and soon arrived in Canada.

Things were much easier when we got here. Mike drove the car directly to the highway, but shortly after driving, he changed his seat with Rosa. Mike had never been to Canada and was not very familiar with the Canadian environment.

Rosa was quite familiar with this place. She drove the car and did not enter downtown Toronto, but directly bypassed the city and headed north. Finally, she entered Quebec before midnight.
Chapter completed!