Chapter 765 Armed car rushes down hill in heavy rain
Molly was still in Anthony''s car. Lyra''s situation was still a mystery. Malcolm wasn''t going to talk about
it, and certainly couldn''t let Molly follow him into the dangerous tunnel.
He said calmly, "She''s fine. I go to pick her up. I didn''t want her to wait too long, so I drove a little too
fast. Take Momo to theb first and meet Chad and Spencer. Otherwise, you''ll be surrounded by the
fourth team''s military vehicles behind you. It''s too conspicuous and will affect the other vehicles."
Anthony was smart enough not to ask. "Got it."
After hanging up the phone, Malcolm quickly saw in the rearview mirror that the limo was no longer
following him. Anthony must have gotten off the inner ring expressway at the nearest ramp and
switched the direction to theb.
He floored the elerator and sped to the Irribo Tunnel.
Nothing can happen. Nothing can...
His eyes were horribly red, and he repeated it over and over in his mind, trying to calm himself down.
The rain hit the window silently, like a roar from his heart that he had nowhere to vent.
The gloomy sky gradually began to rain, pattering, but there was a trend at any time that the rain would
get heavier.
The armed vehicle sped down the road and it only took eight minutes to reach the site of the tunnel.
Because the tworge vans had overturned and severely blocked the tunnel, the traffic police set up a
cordon to allow other vehicles to borrow the road from the oppositene to avoid damaging the scene
of the serious car ident.
When Malcolm arrived, the tunnel was filled with smoke.
Fire trucks, ambnces, traffic police...
Brad and the police officers came to the scene to check on the situation.
"Boss, I''ve already interviewed them. There were 11 victims in this ident. Two big truck drivers died
on the spot, and two small truck drivers died due to ineffective first aid. Four people were seriously
injured. Two were slightly injured, and one child was very well protected when the ident happened.
It was only a small scratch on that child, but I didn''t see Madam."
Malcolm clutched his palm and red at him with red eyes. "Lyra''s GPS signal disappeared in the
tunnel. The entire length of the tunnel is blocked, but there''s no sign of her or her car. Tell me where
she went."
Brad was frightened and held back by his angry expression.
"Boss, don''t worry. This might be a good news. I didn''t see Madam, nor did I see anything happen to
Madam''s car. That means Madam may not be injured... For now, at least. I''ve got a full team here, and
I''m doing everything I can to find it near the tunnel."
Malcolm took a deep breath and was silent for a moment.
No news was really a good thing.
At least this big crash had nothing to do with Lyra.
He can''t get through. He can''t locate the signal. What was jamming it?
Without seeing his wife, Malcolm was worried and couldn''t settle down at all.
Leaving the scene of the ident to Brad, he turned to his car and decided to take a look around the
tunnel himself to see if there was anything suspicious.
Brad carefully advised, "Boss, it''s raining outside and it''s getting worse. Please don''t go. I''m sure we''ll
hear from Madam soon."
Malcolm looked back coldly. "Next time I tell you to lose your wife for a few hours. I want you to be
calm, too."
Brad''s face turned pale and didn''t know what to say.
"I''m sorry boss. I''ll go with you to find Madam." Brad weakly followed behind him and wanted to sit in
the passenger seat.
Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Control the scene. Keep me posted."
"The scene does not need us. Is has the serious rear-end traffic ident only." He answered weakly.
Malcolm red at him coldly. "Two big truck drivers died instantly, and the small car driver who was hit
by the rear end didn''t die so quickly. You call this an ident?"
It was unusual for drivers ofrge trucks to die faster than a car driver in a rear-end ident, which
was the least life-threatening.
Brad was startled and soon realized that something was wrong with the ident.
"I see, Boss."
He turned and went into the police cordon to investigate the ident.
Malcolm floored the elerator and drove out of the tunnel.
Not finding Lyra, not seeing she was safe, Malcolm was on edge.
Outside the tunnel, it was raining.
The sound of the rain sshing against the window was clearly audible and disturbing.
Inside the car, Malcolm was still trying to get Lyra on the phone.
Over and over again.
Only a gentle customer service woman reminded him the other side of the cell phone that the signal
was weak, not in the service area, please dial againter.
With all this rain, Lyra was out of contact. Where could she be?
Malcolm drove around the tunnel a few times. After half an hour, he found nothing. It was a gloomy day,
as if it were going to be dark at any moment.
It was even harder to find people at night.
Looking at the rain that had stained the car windows, Malcolm''s mood became more and more irritable.
A call came in to his mobile phone and he immediately checked it.
Not Lyra, but Brad.
The moment the call was connected, Brad excitedly called out, "Boss, Madam''s car has been found!
Just 100 metres ahead of the tunnel, the tenth squad of soldiers had just seen the crash that had
driven off the road in the ravine. Following the trail down the hill and finding Madam''s car, but ..."
Before he could finish, Malcolm had hung up the phone and mmed the gas pedal to the end. The
screech of the tires against the floor was getting louder in the rain.
Off the road, down a hill, into a ravine...
Under that impact, Lyra''s car must have rolled down the hill.
Malcolm felt it hurt.
His eyes were so red. He told himself over and over that she would be fine! Rara was gonna be okay!
With the limo''s factor of safety, she was not gonna die. She was not gonna-.
Misty-eyed, Malcolm squinted, squeezed the steering wheel, and ran out of the road fence right where
Brad said.
The armored car ran straight down the hill in the heavy rain.
"Boss!!"
Brad yelled and fell down the hill. Under the rain, the mud was so slippery that he didn''t care about
anything but chasing Malcolm''s armored car.
"Crazy Crazy! Shouldn''t have told him. What if something happen!"
Brad was about to cry, sliding down the hillside in the rain and mud.
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The armored car drove down the hill at an astonishing speed, and the scene was out of control.
Inside the car, Malcolm''s eyes were red. He put his foot down, turned the steering wheel with great
precision, controlled the bnce of the armored car to prevent it from rolling over, and crashed straight
into a tree in a small canyon.
The sturdy old tree forced his car to stop. The front half of the car was smashed by the tree trunk. The
windows cracked, and the airbag popped out.
Malcolm turned his face to the side. The sshing ss had nicked his face twice. He wasn''t in any
danger. He was falling violently into the ravine in such an extreme way.
The rain was still pouring down the gaping front windshield and into the car.
Malcolm''s hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that the knuckles turned white, and the rain
sshed on the back of his hands, making his slender hands look a little pale.
Brad made it all the way down the hill with ease and was forced to stop under another tree.
He rolled over and saw Malcolm sitting in the driver''s seat in a daze.
"Boss? Are you okay? Don''t scare me..."
Malcolm let out a breath and said to himself, "Rara''s car is as good as mine. I''m fine, she''s fine."
"Brad choked for a moment.
To test the death odds of a car sliding down a hill?
"Boss, you hung up without listening to me. Our people found Madam''s car, but... They couldn''t find
madam..."