Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 45, Section 2: Determination
"boom!"

The sound of a sniper rifle rang out again from above the car roof.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be alright, no matter what."

The middle-aged man patted Emil on the shoulder in comfort, his conviction seemingly strong enough to shield him from bullets. This was all the man, who had no fighting ability, could do.

There was no panic in Emil's eyes. He glanced at the cheap watch on his wrist. He knew the whole plan, but he still calculated with the feeling of an outsider.

Has Winn returned to China?

When he uttered that seemingly random name, everyone fell silent, because no one knew why Emil would suddenly utter such an unfamiliar name.

"..." Emil didn't ask any more questions.

A heavy silence fell over the carriage once again, broken only by the sniper rifle firing from the roof, with dozens of golden bullets already falling.

But soon, a series of gunshots rang out from behind!

That's the sound of a machine gun!
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
The sound of clanging and clattering suddenly rang out from outside the carriage. It was the sound of bullets hitting the modified metal. Even so, some people were frightened, and even several assassins subconsciously tensed up.

The middle-aged man tightly protected Emil.

William, a B-level assassin, instinctively took a step towards Emil, because he was the focus of the plan and he couldn't afford to get hurt under any circumstances.

Then, Lawrence jumped down from the roof of the car.

He clutched his shoulder, expressionless, blood seeping out, yet he coldly shouted to the driver, "Is there any way to shake them off?"

William noticed that this national-level killer was injured!
Damn it... how could this happen? I was hoping to take out all the pursuers with his sniper rifle, but wouldn't that mean I'd have to step in myself?
The person in the driver's cab shouted seriously, "I'll give it a try."

After saying that, the car engine roared again, and everyone instinctively grabbed whatever was around them, while Lawrence sat back in his original seat and silently bandaged himself.

The girl, with her black iris-like hair, cast her gaze at him, but Lawrence didn't even look up at her, calmly bandaging her wound as if he didn't recognize her.

An increasingly blinding white light appeared behind me.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Suddenly, the car shook as if something had been knocked over, causing everyone to feel a brief swaying sensation.

Then came the driver's angry voice: "They punctured the rear wheel control linkage! Damn it!"

"We're abandoning the vehicle," one of the assassins commanded.

William gripped the seat next to him and looked over. He saw the man in charge stand up, his face grim. He was blind in his left eye, had a weathered face and blond hair, and looked every bit the assassin.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Below his waist were various types of grenades. William seemed to have heard some rumors about him. This was the characteristic of Wood, the A-level assassin thrower. It was rumored that his pinpoint throws could not only reach 100 meters, but also had a 90% hit rate!

The man in the driver's seat also shouted:
“I’ll turn the steering wheel to the left in thirteen seconds, blocking the road with the car. You all get out through the right window! It’s only a little over three kilometers from here to the Wolfson Railway. If we can run, we can! The crew is all ours!”

"it is good!"

"Prepare!"

"Everyone, get moving!"

The atmosphere in the carriage became tense. Lawrence took a deep breath and stood up. He looked at his injured shoulder and realized that he probably wouldn't be able to go much further.

But he would never give up his mission, even until his death.

The middle-aged man helped Emil to his feet, and the girl, who looked like a black iris, silently followed beside him. Everyone took their positions and waited for the 13 seconds to pass, feeling the white light of the vehicle getting closer and closer behind them.

"It's now!"

Squeak (a teeth-grinding sound) – the tires left black marks on the ground, and the man in the driver's seat jerked the steering wheel, causing the transport truck to stop sideways in the middle of the road! This sudden turn of events left the vehicles behind unable to brake in time!

The black transport truck was parked across the middle of the road, and its nearly eight-meter-long size was enough to block this gravel and asphalt road!

Within seconds, everyone in the carriage had jumped to the ground and quickly moved towards the depths of the forest, with the man in the driver's seat leading the way with a compass.

Thump, thump, bang!

One vehicle after another crashed into the sturdy transport truck, shaking it and rupturing its fuel tank!

Seeing this, A-level assassin Wood swiftly took out a grenade from his person and accurately threw it near the leaking fuel tank.

Two or three seconds later, a violent explosion rang out! Flames shot into the sky, illuminating the dark night!
Flames soared into the sky under the cover of night!

boom!
The transport vehicle was engulfed in flames, illuminating the surrounding area with a brilliant firelight. Then, some of the assassins stopped and did not follow, while the girl with the black iris, Emil, and the middle-aged man had already gone far away.

Someone needs to cover the rear.

"Someone needs to cover the rear, and they will catch up."

Lawrence said calmly, standing still and looking at the group of people.

William was about to leave, but he noticed that the blue-haired, blue-eyed man had seen him, so he stopped and waited anxiously for what would happen next.

“Hold them off for five minutes, then you can all leave...if you can leave.”

Lawrence said coldly, his left shoulder, which was bandaged, drooping limply. Seeing this, Wood, an A-level assassin, tossed his sidearm to Lawrence.

"Thank you." Lawrence took it in mid-air with his other hand.

Four people remained in place, making up half of the people in the carriage. After a brief exchange of plans, they went their separate ways and disappeared into the surrounding forest.

Seeing that the road was blocked by vehicle wreckage one after another, making it impossible to drive forward, the Internal Security Operations Bureau members in charge of the pursuit got out of their vehicles and decided to chase after them on foot—they had even brought hunting dogs with them.

But just as they passed the burning wreckage of the transport vehicle,
The man in plain clothes who was walking at the front and leading the hunting dog stumbled and fell to the ground in pain.

He was shot in the forehead.

"There's an ambush all around!" someone shouted quickly.

Immediately following was a grenade that landed precisely in the middle of the group, accompanied by a deafening explosion, flying dust, and figures in the air!

Gunshots suddenly rang out!

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"

The two groups began fighting on the road, taking advantage of the terrain.

However, quality cannot make up for the difference in personnel numbers. Soon, with personnel adjustments and their positions being exposed, Lawrence's firepower was suppressed instead.

There were even men dressed in action bureau uniforms who disappeared into the forest opposite, displaying remarkable agility.

Then came screams!

One of the assassins has already been killed!

But now they haven't even managed to stop it for three minutes!
William's feelings became complicated. He looked at Lawrence, who was hiding behind a tree nearby. Even though he was injured, this guy had no intention of retreating. Sure enough, his first impression was correct—a pure killer!
I'm really going to die here tonight!
Thinking of this, William regretted not writing his will properly. As an even more violent explosion resounded from the opposite forest, both the assassins and the operations bureau knew that there would be no further movement from that side of the forest.

Because A-level assassin Wood and the agent from the past perished together. Only such an ending could be worthy of the charred black uniform thrown from mid-air and Wood's cigarette.

There wasn't even a second to worry.

William saw a dark figure rapidly approaching him!
(End of this chapter)