“Ahhh!” Ian screamed in terror, curling up under the car seat.
It was not that he was a coward. In fact, he was quite courageous.
However, who in their right mind could stay composed in a scene like this?
Following Justin meant he never had to worry about starving, but it also meant living on the edge, constantly walking a tightrope.
If this continued, he might as well start carrying anxiety medication at all times.
Justin’s strong frame shielded Dr. Wagner beneath him.
He understood the truth. These attackers were targeting the witness, aiming to eliminate anything that could be used against them. If they could take him down in the process, or at least seriously injure him, it would be an unexpected bonus.
It was a vicious and ruthless move.
Dr. Wagner muttered prayers under his breath, reciting the rosary at an increasingly frantic pace. The man protecting him seemed to have a strength that surpasses that of a god.
“Keep your heads down! The arrows can pierce glass, but they cannot penetrate the car body,” Justin commanded, his forehead damp with cold sweat.
The rapid sound of projectiles hitting the vehicle created an unnerving rhythm. The cacophony sent Justin’s mind racing back to his years on the battlefield in Kridor, where he had outwitted and battled terrorists.
Those fiery memories, full of bloodshed and survival, surged through him.
His eyes lit up with a fierce resolve. His blood pumped faster, boiling with adrenaline and an indomitable fighting spirit.
After five or six relentless minutes, the barrage ceased.
However, the car was immobilized. A flat tire meant they could no longer flee. There was only one option left. They had to fight their way out.
“Ian, protect him.”
The moment Justin spoke, he burst from the vehicle like an arrow released from a bow. The car door swung open, and he launched himself into the fray.
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