Chapter 1573
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And what about Zeke, lying helpless in the back seat?
His mind was a groggy, agonizing haze.
Why was he always the one taking the hits?
If it came down to a foot chase, the other two were perfectly healthy and could easily sprint away.
He knew with absolute certainty he would be the one left behind to rot.
“I’ll follow his directions for now. But if you two try to ditch me and run, I swear I’ll drag you both straight to hell with me!”
Zachary wasn’t from Sundara; he possessed none of their suicidal devotion.
He was terrified these spies would use him up and toss him aside.
He kept his guard up, making sure his threats were explicitly clear.
“Relax. Graves promised you safe passage to Sundara, and he honors his word.”
Reese’s blind faith in the man was unwavering.
Hearing that, Zachary felt his stomach churn with a fresh wave of dread.
Somehow, their reassurances felt entirely hollow.
If they couldn’t smuggle him out alive, would they just settle for taking his ashes?
Graves, possessing a flawless understanding of the city’s topography, quickly calculated a brilliant escape route.
It was a path designed to perfectly distract the police while ensuring Claire’s extraction.
He directed them toward the northern bus terminal, a calculated move to convince the cops they were fleeing Montara by coach.
“A bus terminal is a solid diversion, but tickets require registered IDs. Slipping through the cracks there is nearly impossible.”
Stephen frowned as he tracked the black Honda’s trajectory.
His eyes were locked on the digital map glowing on the dashboard, confirming the target was making a beeline for the transit hub.
It might be a bluff, but Claire was in that car. No matter the scenario, they couldn’t afford to blink.
Stephen didn’t know exactly what these foreign operatives wanted with Claire, but he swore he wouldn’t let her fall into their hands.
What was wrong with the Sundara Syndicate, always preying on Solenia?
Even if Claire was a once-in-a-generation genius, didn’t their own country have any talent?
Did they really need to orchestrate a massive espionage ring just to steal someone else’s?
Inside the trunk, Claire bounced violently, her head throbbing with every pothole. Seriously, who taught this guy how to drive?
Eavesdropping on their panicked arguments, she realized the driver wasn’t one of the Sundara spies.
He was just a local fugitive who struck a deal with Graves to cross the border.
He was a weak link she could definitely exploit.
But given her current situation,
should
she continue playing the
helpless hostage, or wart fores
to show his hand?
Claire weighed her options, deciding to hold her ground.
She would bide her time.
Following Graves’s precise coordinates, Zachary finally approached the bustling bus terminal.
“I’ve staged three identical vehicles
with matching plates in the area
Now is the time to prove
Your worth
behind the wheel.
Graves’s voice crackled through the speaker.
Reese had placed the phone on the center console, ensuring Zachary
could hear every word cleaongs to
the engines roar.
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Three cars, plus theirs, made four.
God only knew how Graves had managed to procure four identical Hondas on such short notice.
But the sudden addition of the decoys instantly relieved the crushing pressure on Zachary.
The tracking police units were immediately thrown into chaos as the identical cars scattered.
“Wait, is the car we’re tailing definitely the original target?”
“Something feels off,” one of the pursuing officers radioed in.
His partner quickly cross-referenced the vehicle data.
“It’s a match. The plates are identical.”
Are they really?
The officer behind the wheel still felt a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest.
But they had no choice but to stay locked onto their current target; there was simply no way to tell them apart.
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