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“What are you waiting for?” Dominic barked sharply. “Do exactly as she says.” He motioned impatiently toward the military physician hurrying over. “Hand her the medical kit. She knows what she’s doing.”
Without further dy, the soldiersplied, shifting aside to give her full ess.
Maia epted the first aid kit and moved with practiced precision—examining Maynard’s wounds, stemming the bleeding, securing each injury with controlled efficiency. Several minutes passed beneath the weight of tense silence until, after receiving a glucose infusion, color slowly began to return to Maynard’s drainedplexion.
His eyes found Chris again, filled with exhaustion and quiet remorse. “I’m sorry,” he murmured weakly. “We couldn’tplete the mission. Once we entered the tunnel, the police vehicle was gone. In its ce, there was a massive ck transport truck blocking the road ahead. I suspected it was obstructing our view on purpose, so I gave the order to elerate and pass it. But the moment the truck pulled away—before we could close the distance, there was a deafening noise ahead. And after that… everything went dark.”
As he spoke, Maynard’s brows suddenly drew together, tension flickering across his weakened face.
“No… something about that… isn’t right.”
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Chris’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied him, concern sharpening his voice. “What is it? What did you just remember?”
When Chris asked the question, Maynard seemed to gather thest of his fading strength before copse. He seized Chris’s sleeve with surprising force, his eyes lighting with sudden rity.
“I’ve got it now—there’s definitely something off about that truck. The police car never vanished… it must’ve been swallowed by the truck!”
The surge of excitement triggered a harsh coughing fit. Pain rippled through his injured body, twisting his expression into a grimace.
“Easy… don’t push yourself,” Chris said quietly, steadying him with a gentle hand on his back, his voice dropping into calm reassurance. “You’ve already done enough. Let me handle everything from here.”
Rising slowly, Chris’s gaze hardened, a sharp glint settling behind his eyes. They finally had the missing piece. The heavy transport truck had be the new focal point.
What a calcted move. These operatives were far from ordinary enforcers blindly following orders. Whoever controlled them possessed an unsettling level of foresight and precision.
Maia knelt beside Maynard, carefully straightening the nket over him. Her tone softened as she murmured, “You’re hurt. Don’t overexert yourself—just rest and recover.” She then rose and turned toward Chris.
“What’s your strategy for locating the heavy truck?” she asked, her gaze sharp and unwavering.
Chris hesitated briefly, meeting her eyes. That sensation returned—the uncanny feeling of beingpletely seen through. Years of academic training in psychology and behavioral analysis felt strangely inadequate in her presence. Maia seemed almost intuitive, as though she could peel backyers of thought and read the truth beneath.
He exhaled quietly. “Honestly… without a license te or distinguishing features, all we know is that it’s a ck heavy-duty vehicle. Tracking it along Wront’s Route 103 with traffic this dense is like searching for a single grain of sand.” His voice softened as he continued, “I haven’t formed a concrete n yet. Do you have any ideas?”
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