After Katelyn neutralized another vehicle, Sophia, evidently rattled, said, “Fuck! Why have they become so formidable?”
Meanwhile, in the back seat, Zoey struggled against her restraints. Her face was gaunt, her complexion ghostly. Fear was evident in her wide eyes. After managing to remove her gag, she screamed desperately, “Please, someone help me!” Her voice echoed loudly, using up nearly all of her remaining energy.
Sophia, overwhelmed by the piercing noise, clamped her hands over her ears and yelped, “Shut up!”
Zoey ignored everything around her, holding onto the desperate hope that someone might come to her aid. At that moment, logic had vanished, leaving only her raw instinct to survive. She continued to scream, “They’re going to kill me! Please, someone save me!” Her struggle in the back seat became even more desperate. The men holding her now endured fresh, bloody marks from her frantic attempts to free herself. Her incredible force was evident in these desperate marks.
Sophia, annoyed by the escalating chaos and aware of Katelyn’s approaching vehicle, raised her gun to Zoey’s head and coldly said, “One more peep, and I shoot.”
Confronted with the grim barrel of the gun, Zoey, who had been struggling fiercely, froze in place. Tears welled in her eyes as she met Sophia’s cold gaze, her voice quivering. “Please, I don’t understand what I did to deserve this.”
The torment Zoey had endured during this time had pushed her to the brink of collapse. At times, she had harbored thoughts of ending it all to escape the misery. Yet, she resisted, unwilling to give in. How had her life come to this?
Sophia remained silent, offering no answers. Suddenly, a loud explosion resonated!
Another explosion erupted—the last vehicle was hit directly, spiraling out of control before crashing down the cliff.
Sophia’s expression was stern as she swiftly shouted at the final vehicle in her convoy via the walkie-talkie, “Stop now and block the road by positioning across it!”
Her words meant sacrificing her own team. Rather than letting them die one at a time, it seemed better to use their deaths as a means to stop Katelyn.
Upon receiving Sophia’s command, the driver in the trailing car hesitated briefly. Then, clenching his jaw, he yanked the steering wheel hard, skidding the car to block the road sideways.
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Vincent was already speeding down the road at an alarming rate. He never expected the person ahead to resort to such a reckless method to block the path.
Vincent slammed his foot down on the brakes, but the car’s speed carried it forward. The brake pads screeched, almost sparking, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop in time and collided directly with the other car.
A thunderous collision resounded.
Katelyn instinctively covered her head with her arms to shield herself. The airbags burst open upon impact, and the severe jolt left Katelyn feeling disoriented, her body nearly breaking apart.
Moments later, Vincent, despite his own discomfort, urgently asked, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
Katelyn shook her head in response. Although she was in pain from the crash, she sustained no significant injuries.
Ignoring the pain, Katelyn grabbed the AK rifle, forced the car door open, and took aim at Sophia’s vehicle, firing rapidly. The gun’s recoil jolted her shoulder. Yet, seemingly unfazed by the pain, she continued to fire in quick succession. Her bullets relentlessly struck Sophia’s vehicle. The bullets lodged themselves into the car’s chassis but failed to injure Sophia or anyone else inside.
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