Chapter 93
“Danger! Get down!” Cameron shouted urgently.
Startled, Peggy frowned. “Hey, what’s all the shouting about?”
Cameron had no time to explain. He abruptly pushed Laura and Peggy’s heads under the seat.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Peggy protested.
At that moment, the windshield shattered! A bullet pierced the driver’s forehead, spraying crimson blood before embedding itself in the rear headrest. It easily passed through the headrest and exited the car.
Fortunately, Cameron had held the women down; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Laura’s heart pounded. Someone was trying to kill her! Peggy screamed, her mind going blank.
Cameron stared at the bullet hole, his gaze freezing. It was a large-caliber sniper round—no wonder it pierced the bulletproof glass.
“Stay down! Don’t move!” he instructed, then, using his palm to push against the seat, he leaped into the passenger seat. The driver, Perez, lay beside him, his bleeding forehead indicating he was dead.
“Sorry,” Cameron muttered, before opening the car door and kicking the body out. He smoothly slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, shifted gears, and floored the accelerator. The black Lincoln sped away.
Another bullet whistled from a distant mountaintop. Cameron, already alert, ducked, successfully avoiding it. The bullet tore through the seat and pierced the rear of the car, igniting a fire. Peggy screamed again, shielding her head and cowering under the seat.
Though concerned for Cameron, Laura remembered his instructions and remained still. She trusted his abilities; seven years earlier, he had single-handedly fought his way out of a mercenary ambush, carrying her in one arm while fighting with the other. His determined face during that bloody battle remained etched in her memory.
Bang! Another bullet shattered Laura's thoughts. This time, Cameron expertly maneuvered the Lincoln in an S-shaped curve, the bullet only grazing the car's roof.
Bang! Another shot pierced the left front headlight. Cameron’s expression hardened. The enemy was a professional sniper, approximately 900 feet away on the mountaintop, judging by the bullet trajectory. Getting closer would make them easier targets. To escape, they needed to eliminate the sniper.
Bang! A bullet struck the left tire.
Boom! The tire exploded. The car spun wildly, crashing into the guardrail. Below lay a thousand-foot drop.
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