Chapter 418

At this moment, his brain was racing like a high-speed computer, desperately calculating ways to shake off his pursuers. He slammed his foot down harder on the accelerator; the engine let out a roar, and the jeep surged forward like a startled beast. The vehicle bucked violently over the rugged terrain, each collision tightening the hearts of the two men inside. He Chenguang’s heart was in his throat, and his throat was parched. He knew this was a life-or-death moment. He quickly reached under his seat, his hands trembling as he gripped the sniper rifle tightly. This rifle had accompanied them through countless perils; it was their final reliance in this desperate situation. His fingers stroked the weapon’s frame with familiarity, as if soothing an old comrade-in-arms. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat, but the sound only grew louder, as if it would burst through his chest. He slowly rolled down the window. The biting cold wind surged into the car, cutting like ice blades against his cheeks, and tears welled up in his eyes against his will.