?Chapter 539: Yet, in that fleeting moment of panic, Rhys had already closed the gap.


    Capitalizing on the momentum from Patricks car, Rhys mmed down the elerator and plowed into the back of the ck Bentley.


    Before the driver could even process the hit, Rhys struck the vehicles side, shoving it forcefully toward the curb.


    Almost simultaneously, Patrick rammed into the Bentley as well, the collision brutally jarring the driver into submission.


    With the Bentley cornered, Patrick took up position to prevent any chance of escape, while Rhys and four of his men, weapons at the ready, initiated their daring rescue.


    Inside the Bentley were three adversaries d in ck.


    Rhys swiftly incapacitated two, leaving only the groups leader, who clutched Harlee with a desperate grip.


    Amidst the chaos of repeated collisions, Harlees consciousness flickered back just as Rhys found himself in a tense standoff with the groups leader.


    Rhys, acutely aware of Harlees precarious situation, moved with deliberate caution.


    He could not afford a reckless move that might endanger her further.


    It was then that Rhys caught Harlees eye, a fleeting look that conveyed volumes and solidified their n in an instant.


    As Rhys took the shot, Harlee instinctively dropped to the floor.


    The bullet found its mark, striking the groups leader squarely in the forehead, sending him copsing lifelessly.


    Without a moments hesitation, Rhys darted forward to assist Harlee, helping her to her feet.


    Recalling the critical medication Harlee had mentioned earlier, Rhys quickly opened her mouth and administered the pill, ensuring her immediate safety.


    g?lnσν????????s is your escape to fiction As Harlee swallowed the pill, the bizarre sensations coursing through her body began to subside.


    Rhys cast her a worried nce.


    Ill carry you to the car, he said, noting her frailty.


    Harlee forced a faint, wavering smile, attempting to ease his worry.


    Im fine, she murmured.


    She held back her questions, knowing that now was not the time to inquire about his timely arrival.


    Abruptly, another burst of gunfire shattered the silence.


    Harlees grip tightened around Rhys hand.


    We have to leave right now! She was certain this was Hales reinforcement, outnumbering the first wave by at least fivefold.


    With a mutual understanding, they moved in unison, their movements swift and calcted as they dove into the back seat of Patricks car.


    Their skills were formidable, their aim wlessly precise.


    Under normal circumstances, they were a force to be reckoned with.


    Yet, Harlees iplete recovery hampered their ability to effectively counter the onught of numerous skilled assassins.


    As the assassins closed in, each of Rhys men fell, none left standing.


    Their only option was a desperate escape, hoping for backup to arrive soon.


    Patrick mmed down on the elerator, his voice grave with urgency.


    Mr.


    Green, weve got seven cars on our tail.


    With this gas, weve got maybe thirty minutes of lead.


    Rhys quickly typed out a message to Hamilton, his fingers steady despite the chaos.


    Half an hour? Thatll work.


    Hamiltons on his way and should be here in twenty.


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