Chapter 381

“Hold on tight.”
Charlotte’s voice was ice cold. Without any warning, she slammed her foot on the gas and the car shot forward, tearing through the winding valley like a bullet.
Jackson and Adonis pushed down the fear rising in their chests. Both reached for their guns, aiming at the relentless cars chasing after them.
Gunfire erupted. Instantly, everything slipped out of control.
Not far behind, just half a kilometer back, a black sports car followed in their tracks.
Anthony sat in the back seat, legs crossed with effortless poise, a long black coat draped over him. His left arm rested on the window, cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling in the air.
A laptop sat open on the fold-out table in front of him, streaming a live feed of the chaos ahead.
Watching his team struggle, Anthony’s sharp features tightened with annoyance. His voice came out low and gravelly. “You’re sure those are Reaper Division?”
The X Organization’s so-called elite squad. Five cars chasing an old SUV for ten minutes and not even a scratch on the target. Embarrassing.
“Yes, Anthony,” Hans answered, careful not to sound defensive.
Reaper Division was supposed to be top tier, the kind of team legends were made of. Today, though, they looked like clueless rookies.
“When this is over, send them all back for six more months of training.” Anthony’s tone turned colder. He narrowed his eyes. “Hand me the M24.”
The M24 sniper rifle, king of the battlefield. It was sleek, deadly accurate, and packed a five-round magazine. Its effective range stretched out to 800 meters.
From here, they had a clear shot at the target’s car. The only real problem was the mountain road, winding and twisting, making it tough to line up the perfect shot.
But with Anthony, a bullet only ever did one of two things. It hit exactly where he wanted, or it missed on purpose.
“Here you go, Anthony.” Hans passed him the rifle, treating it like something sacred.
Anthony rolled up his sleeves with elegant precision. His voice was deep, cold. “Tell three cars to drop back.”
“Got it.” Hans relayed the order right away.
Anthony was taking matters into his own hands. Those people up ahead… their end was going to be messy.
The last three cars in the convoy immediately slowed and drifted to the sides of the road, making space.
Anthony picked up the sniper rifle with his left hand, spun it smoothly, and set it against his shoulder, the barrel resting against the window. He tracked the SUV ahead with the scope.
“Speed up,” he said, voice calm and steady. He braced the rifle with one hand and held his cigarette with the other, exhaling a slow stream of smoke The picture he made was both dangerous and strangely refined, like a villain you couldn’t help but watch.
“Yes, Anthony.” Hans pressed harder on the gas.
Five kilometers up ahead, the road opened onto a wide, empty plain. No trees, no hills, nothing to block the shot it was the perfect place make a move.
Inside the fleeing SUV, Charlotte kept one eye on the rearview mirror, watching the action behind them.
Three cars had peeled off, replaced by a single, ultra-expensive sports car.
So the final boss decided to show up in person to clean up the mess? She almost laughed.
Was this really the best X Organization’s Reaper Division could do?
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. A reckless, wild smile tugged at her lips. “Seatbelts, now!”
Adonis, always the most terrified of dying, grabbed his and buckled it tight.
Jackson did the same, then shot a worried glance at Charlotte. “Charlotte, what about you
She just grinned, tossed him a wink, and said, “Oh, I don’t need one.”