Chapter 539: Chapter 539

Chapter 539:

Yet, in that fleeting moment of panic, Rhys had already closed the gap.

Capitalizing on the momentum from Patrick’s car, Rhys slammed down the accelerator and plowed into the back of the black Bentley.

Before the driver could even process the hit, Rhys struck the vehicle’s 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 clad in black. Rhys swiftly incapacitated two, leaving only the group’s leader, who clutched Harlee with a desperate grip.

Amidst the chaos of repeated collisions, Harlee’s consciousness flickered back just as Rhys found himself in a tense standoff with the group’s leader. Rhys, acutely aware of Harlee’s precarious situation, moved with deliberate caution.

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

It was then that Rhys caught Harlee’s eye, a fleeting look that conveyed volumes and solidified their plan in an instant.

As Rhys took the shot, Harlee instinctively dropped to the floor. The bullet found its mark, striking the group’s leader squarely in the forehead, sending him collapsing lifelessly.

Without a moment’s 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.

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As Harlee swallowed the pill, the bizarre sensations coursing through her body began to subside. Rhys cast her a worried glance.

“I’ll carry you to the car,” he said, noting her frailty.

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

“I’m 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.

Harlee’s grip tightened around Rhys’ hand.

“We have to leave right now!” She was certain this was Hale’s reinforcement, outnumbering the first wave by at least fivefold.

With a mutual understanding, they moved in unison, their movements swift and calculated as they dove into the back seat of Patrick’s car. Their skills were formidable, their aim flawlessly precise. Under normal circumstances, they were a force to be reckoned with. Yet, Harlee’s incomplete recovery hampered their ability to effectively counter the onslaught 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 slammed down on the accelerator, his voice grave with urgency.

“Mr. Green, we’ve got seven cars on our tail. With this gas, we’ve got maybe thirty minutes of lead.”

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

“Half an hour? That’ll work.

Hamilton’s on his way and should be here in twenty.”

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