His gaze was tightly locked on the man in the wheelchair, almost certain that person was the mastermind behind the scenes!
His expression was as cold and stern as the chill of Siberia, with a flicker of fla in his eyes. He clenched his fist tightly, squeezing it hard.
Dammit.
God knows how much he wanted to just pull out a gun and shoot that man right there, but he couldn’t. He at least needed to identify the man’s true identity first; to solve this, he needed to hit the heart of the organization, not just eliminate one man and give them the chance to rise from the ashes.
"Yes." Scott Harris felt his heartbeat pounding; he also realized the mysterious figure behind the scenes had finally appeared.
He picked up his phone, adjusted the cara, aid it at the man’s face, and snapped a photo.
Just as he finished, the man seed to suddenly sense sothing, swiftly turning his head, his gaze cutting through the crowd and locking onto their car!
"Scott Harris, did you get the shot?"
"Got it."
Baron Lawrence’s gaze exchanged a brief glance with the man’s, then imdiately said, "Turn the car around, get ready to leave!"
He was certain, the man had already noticed them!
Even though he didn’t know how the man had discovered their presence.
But just from that brief glance, he was absolutely certain, the man had seen them.
Being discovered at this mont definitely wasn’t safe.
The driver also realized the danger, imdiately started the car, and turned around. At that mont, the man in the wheelchair coldly said sothing to Oscar, who also looked over and gave an order.
Because they were far away, Scott Harris couldn’t hear what was being said.
Their car had swiftly turned around, and just as they were about to drive out of the alley, gunfire sounded behind them—
"Dammit! Get down!"
Scott Harris hadn’t even understood what was happening before soone tackled him down.
Imdiately afterward, he heard a muffled groan.
Sticky blood flowed down his neck, and he was shocked, "Lord, are you wounded?"
"Don’t get up, hurry, drive!"
"Yes."
The driver also heard the gunfire and, without hesitation, floored the accelerator. The car shot out like an arrow.
As they were about to reach the intersection, suddenly two cars blocked their way.
The driver didn’t know what to do, "Lord, what now?"
Baron Lawrence pressed his bleeding shoulder with one hand, steadying himself, and said coldly, "Ram through them!"
"... Yes!"
Gunfire sounded behind them as the pursuers closed in.
If they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.
The driver gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, floored the accelerator, and roared away—
With a loud ’bang,’ the car shook violently, the two cars blocking them were ramd aside, the car sped out of the intersection, hitting the road barrier.
If it weren’t for the driver’s steady brake and quick turn at the crucial mont, they might have crashed hard enough to explode.
Luckily, the collision wasn’t too severe, and after a brief dizzy spell from the impact, the driver quickly sped the smoking car onto the road...
Scott Harris also climbed up, picked up the intercom, and directed nearby bodyguards to hurry over.
After doing all this, he dropped his phone, helped up the pale man, filled with guilt, "Lord, I’m sorry, I’ll get you to the Hospital right away!"
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