"God damn it!"
Haji cursed as he felt his motorcycle wobble while entering the industrial site of the city. The roads here never dried up, and because of that, they had beco slippery and slimy.
But that wasn’t the problem.
The problem was the two new vehicles that erged sowhere during the chase. Each vehicle drove on either side of him, taking different streets and routes, only to eventually regroup behind him.
"Fuck." Another curse rolled off his tongue as he refocused on the road.
A few gunshots echoed through the air, hitting the ground he had already passed. So struck the buildings or anything in the vicinity, but none hit Haji. That ca as no surprise, because Haji knew exactly what these guys were doing.
They weren’t trying to kill him.
What they were trying to do was force him off his path and make him take more turns. Wasting his ti gave them a better chance than killing him outright.
"They’re buying Jarvis so ti," he whispered through gritted teeth, eyes glinting dangerously. "I don’t feel good about that."
Jarvis was a man whose every decision led to another that usually favored him in the end. Ordering these new guys to waste Haji’s ti ant Jarvis was onto sothing again.
Amid his thoughts, Haji’s eyes drifted to the side mirror, only to catch one of the n in the truck finally aiming at his back.
"Fuck!" he hissed, making an abrupt turn ahead and narrowly avoiding a shot to his back.
His motorcycle leaned low as he drifted through the sharp turn, his knees barely scraping the muddy road. When Haji regained his balance, he knew he had to deal with this guy. Pulling the strap of his rifle, he slipped the muzzle beside his torso, aiming it behind him.
He kept half his focus on the side mirror, waiting for the trucks to reappear. Once they did, he fired three shots.
They hit the truck, but only its thick body.
"Damn it!" he hissed, firing again before stopping.
This was why Haji wasn’t firing much. The vehicles tailing him were bulletproof. Though their windows weren’t, as he had managed to take one out earlier.
What stopped him from landing a perfect shot—aside from driving at over a hundred miles per hour—was that his targets were behind him. More importantly, while the windows weren’t bulletproof, tal grills protected the windshields and windows.
"And I can’t let them drive ahead of ," he grumbled, feeling the bind Jarvis had put him in.
If he slowed down, the trucks behind him would catch up and shoot him at close range—where they’d have a near-perfect chance of killing him. If not, they’d simply slow down to stay behind him.
As his motorcycle raced past another vehicle ahead—one that had been steadily increasing its distance—Haji’s thoughts raced as well.
He had to do sothing. Otherwise, Jarvis would escape.
Just as Haji was thinking of how to close the distance and shake the trucks behind him, he caught a beam reflecting in his side mirror. He glanced at it just as the mirror shattered from a bullet impact.
Even with the mirror gone, leaving him with only one, he heard the unmistakable sound of another motorcycle closing in.
"Heh." He grinned, his mind settling as his focus narrowed on the target ahead. "As much as I hate what she’ll say later... damn—she deserves to gloat."
Because even in that brief second before the mirror shattered, he already knew who it was.
Lola.
And he was right.
Inside one of the trucks tailing Haji, the rcenaries glanced in their mirrors when sothing flashed. They couldn’t see clearly—Lola’s high beams blinded them—but they already knew who it was.
"Sir, that woman has joined the chase," one of the n in the front passenger seat reported through a walkie-talkie. "What do we do with her? She’s catching up fast."
His voice echoed through Jarvis’s truck dashboard for everyone to hear.
The driver and front passenger glanced at the rearview mirror, then at Jarvis. Gene turned toward him, worry etched on his face.
Earlier, they had only needed to keep Haji at bay.
That alone was already a headache. Without their reinforcents, Haji would’ve closed in on them—or worse, jumped onto the truck.
"Jarvis," Gene called, panic seeping into his voice. "What should we do?"
Jarvis didn’t answer imdiately, his expression dark as he considered it.
"Don’t let her catch up," he said coldly. "Shoot her down while the other keeps an eye on Haji. Focusing solely on her will give him the chance to close in."
"Yes, sir."
The n in the trucks behind him nodded in understanding. Instantly, one group refocused on Lola while the other kept Haji in sight.
The team targeting Lola reloaded. But before they were ready, Lola opened fire, shattering the rear window with a single bullet. The truck’s body only dented.
Since Haji was ahead of them, the rear of the vehicles was nearly spotless.
"Bulletproof," Lola muttered, nodding to herself.
At the sa ti, she spotted the second group preparing to engage her. The mont one of them peeked his rifle’s muzzle out, she fired.
Her bullet struck the muzzle directly, leaving a deep dent. As the man pulled the trigger, the warped barrel caused the gun to explode.
Before anyone could react, blood splattered inside the truck.
It took them a mont to realize what had happened.
"Fucking bitch!" the driver gasped, fear clawing up his spine as he glanced at Lola through the rearview mirror, only to find it sared with blood. He shifted to the side mirror, but it shattered instantly.
"Shit!" one of the passengers slid down on his seat as the rear window shattered next. "How do we fight that kind of monster?!"
The rcenary reloaded, realizing they were now blind. Both side mirrors were gone, the rearview mirror was useless, and exposing themselves was a death sentence.
Monts ago, they had the advantage while tailing Haji.
Now, Lola was tailing them.
"Never mind her!" the driver shouted. "Stay alert. Take her down once we hit rough terrain!"
"Boss, take a turn now!" the front passenger shouted into the walkie-talkie. "The Thief of Ravah is closing in unless we take a rough route!"
The driver glanced at Jarvis for permission, and Jarvis nodded.
At once, they veered onto a rocky road.
But it was already too late.
Because Lola had already closed the distance and jumped onto the truck. As soon as she landed on the truck’s bed, Lola raised her head and smiled.
"Hello, there."
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