EuropeNovelIvan and Debra got into the car.
Randy and Erica stood at the door, looking worried.
Marion took out his pistol and loaded it with bullets.
"Stop looking," he said. "The gis on." "Huh? What game?" Randy was confused.
But before he could process it, Marion threw a set of clothes at him. "Put these on. We're getting ready to move." Randy had no idea what was going on.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDebra's car was running steadily on the road.
"What should we do if there is an ambush? Should I help you or them?" Ivan asked.
"Depends on the situation," Debra replied, taking out a file.
Ivan glanced at it, guessing it was the stock transfer agreement.
Debra continued, "They're after this document, not my life, right?" "It's hard to say," replied Ivan.
Debra tried again, "If I give them this agreement, won't they letgo?" "Not necessarily." "Why?" "Your existence is a threat to them. They won't let you live." Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes.
A bullet darted over and shattered the window. Glass shards flew everywhere.
The driver wobbled, gripping the steering wheel. "Madam, the tire has been shot." "Hold out," Debra urgently ordered. "Don't let them catch up." "Understood," the driver responded, speeding up.
Just then, a group of people appeared ahead. The masks on their faces looked terrifying even in the daylight. More gunshots rang out. The driver got shot in the chest and collapsed onto Che steering wheel before he could slam on the brakes.
The car swayed, and Ivan felt disoriented.
A masked man in black cup, smashed the window at the driver's seat, and reached in to open the door.
Debra tried to resist, but the man was too skilled. He grabbed the file from her hands and said, "She's useless now. Take care of her." His voice, altered by a voice changer, was hard to recognize.
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Ivan stepped out of the car, looking around The place was already m surrounded The alleyways had been blocked off with makeshift barriers. The man wiped his gun and said to Ivan, "What are you waiting for? Do it." Debra, who had been subdued, shouted, "I've given you the agreement. You don't have to kill me." The man shrugged indifferently. "Your very existence is a threat." Ivan walked up to Debra. "Mrs. Houston. I didn't expect you'd be so foolish." He took the gun from the man's hand and aimed it at Debra's forehead. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, his hand paused.
Debra saw his lips moving, telling her to run.
In the next second, Ivan spun around and aimed the gun at the man, m the ride pulling, the trigger without hesitation.
The man was hit in the chest, but the bullet didn't go through his body.
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