"We meet again!"
Seeing that familiar face, Owen greeted her first.
The female assassin's face was mostly hidden inside her motorcycle helmet, making her expression unreadable, but that didn't stop Owen from recognizing her.
"You're protecting him?"
The assassin glanced at Swagger, then turned to Owen.
"Yes, he's my friend."
"You might die."
"Not necessarily. Your teammates weren't exactly impressive…"
Owen gave a contemptuous smile.
"I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about when you face me…"
The smile in the assassin's voice was filled with confidence. "As for those losers, they're just rookies—this mission was merely an audition for them."
Her words left Owen speechless. No wonder those guys were so weak—they were just newcomers to the trade. He gave Swagger a sympathetic look. So this whole assassination attempt had just been someone's job interview.
"Steve Owen. What should I call you?"
"You can call me Janet. But that depends on whether you survive this or not…"
After saying that, the female assassin pulled back. The moment she retreated, Owen knew the fight had officially begun.
Sure enough, as soon as she returned to her group, the motorcycle riders who had been tailing behind sprang into action.
Roaring engines echoed as the bikes surged forward from behind.
Even though he knew it was useless, Owen slammed on the gas, but a grocery-getter was still a grocery-getter. The engine revved high, but the speed barely increased.
"Rat-tat-tat… rat-tat-tat…"
Gunfire erupted at last. Submachine guns in the riders' hands spat flames. Bullets clanged against the car body, and the rear windshield was immediately riddled with holes.
"Bang, bang-bang… bang-bang-bang…"
Owen stuck his pistol out the window and kept pulling the trigger. He was looking through the rearview mirror, but it was basically blind fire.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat~~~~~"
Another violent barrage rained down. Owen hurriedly pulled his hand back. A stray bullet shattered a corner of the side mirror he had just used, but luckily it was still usable.
The motorcycles kept pushing closer at full speed, and the shooters were no longer stingy with their bullets. Owen drove evasively, swerving back and forth. He noticed some of the bikes had two riders and some had only one. Most of the shooting came from the ones sitting in the back.
After three completely ineffective shots, Owen decided to stop wasting bullets. Besides, the bikers weren't idiots—they wouldn't just sit there and let him take easy shots.
The gunfire continued as Owen kept weaving. This was standard tactical driving, a skill he'd learned in the town of Lasvia, meant to make it hard for enemies to hit the tires or the driver.
Swagger still hadn't fired. His M4 was too long to shoot out of the window effectively unless he leaned his whole body out, which would turn him into a perfect target.
"Hold on tight."
Owen shouted as he suddenly swerved from the far left side of the road to the far right. He did it because he'd just seen in the rearview mirror a pair of motorcycle riders creeping up suspiciously.
Two men on one bike—the one in front steering, the one in back holding something that looked like a bomb, trying to stick it to the back of the Peugeot.
There was no way Owen would let them succeed. He immediately swerved to the side, causing their little trick to fail. But more motorcycles closed in from the sides.
Owen had the gas pedal all the way down, but the car couldn't go any faster. Meanwhile, the enemy motorcycles had far more power and easily kept up, surrounding the Peugeot. Owen couldn't shake them.
He looked around—damn it, there wasn't another car on the road.
He had hoped to use traffic to limit the motorcycles' movement, but the farther they drove, the fewer vehicles there were. Now, the only ones on the road were the Peugeot and those bikes.
In just a few seconds, the Peugeot was completely surrounded—left, right, and rear.
Owen didn't dare turn the wheel sharply. That might knock over a nearby rider, but it could also cause his own car to flip.
This kind of mom-mobile wasn't built for aggressive maneuvers. A bit too much force and the front axle could snap.
Seeing that the Peugeot wasn't making any sudden moves, the bikers on both sides grew bolder, not only closing the gap but even accelerating to overtake.
"Hope this car's fully insured…"
Owen muttered with a shrug, then suddenly slammed on the brakes and flung the door open.
Bang~~ Bang~~
Two sickening thuds rang out. The rider on the left slammed directly into the open door, bringing both door and motorcycle crashing into a heap, quickly vanishing into the distance in the rearview mirror.
The motorcycle on the right, however, managed to speed ahead without incident.
But the rider behind wasn't so lucky. He had been tailing too closely, and when Owen hit the brakes, he couldn't dodge in time—he went flying headfirst into the rear windshield.
Luckily, the guy was wearing a helmet. The impact smashed a large hole in the back window, and the helmet got stuck, leaving the rider dangling from the rear of the car, screaming nonstop.
"Owoooo~"
Owen let out a triumphant howl and floored the gas again. The car surged forward, dragging the unlucky biker behind.
At this point, Owen's door was completely gone, leaving the driver's seat exposed to the wind.
The car was filled with the rider's panicked screams. Swagger hadn't been mentally prepared and smacked his head into the glass with a heavy thud. From the sound of it, it was a solid hit.
"Fuck, could you give me a little warning next time?"
Swagger snapped irritably. That knock to the head had really rattled him—he still felt dizzy.
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot…" Owen offered an awkward grin. Yeah, he had totally forgotten about him.
Swagger rolled his eyes, already fed up. The guy stuck in the back window was still making noise.
Bang bang bang~
A couple of shots silenced the poor guy. Peace and quiet at last. Swagger finally felt a bit better.
The sound of roaring engines came again from behind—the pursuers were back. Clearly, the earlier scene hadn't scared them off.
"You drive."
Owen checked both rearview mirrors. They still had some distance.
Swagger grabbed the wheel with one hand while Owen quickly climbed into the backseat, giving him space. Swagger successfully took over the driver's seat.
Rat-tat-tat~~~~
A burst of bullets hit the car body with heavy thuds, shattering the rear window and riddling the front windshield with spiderweb cracks.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat~~~~
One of the bikers in front turned around and fired as well. The cracks on the front windshield spread even more.
Owen ducked with his hands over his head, terrified. Thankfully, the enemy was using something like an MP5 submachine gun. It didn't have much penetration power, so the bullets didn't go through the steel plating.
Swagger kept weaving the car, dodging the incoming fire. After a few rounds, the front windshield was so cracked it looked like a sheet of snow—completely impossible to see through.
Owen crawled back into the front passenger seat, fired a few rounds—bang bang—into the corners of the windshield, then raised his foot and kicked hard. After several kicks, the entire windshield broke off and flew away, scattering across the road. The roaring wind rushed into the cabin instantly.
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