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Chapter 88: Suicide Mission
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"What are we supposed to do?!" Kourtney asked frantically, pivoting the steering wheel as it swirled down the road.
I looked back again. They were still shooting, as the bullet hitting the car sounded like a huge raindrop from the sky. Looking back at Kourtney, I held both the driver's and the shotgun seat as I shifted closer to them.
"Kourtney, stop the car," I demanded.
She pulled the shifter, as we stopped in the middle of the road. As soon as she pulled up, the guys trailing behind us also stopped. When the bullet hitting the car had ceased, our heavy panting filled the car. Ducking down, the incandescent headlight filtered through the window behind Kourtney's Audi, as silhouette started to approach the car we were in.
I slowly moved my hand inside the jacket I wore that cloaked the gun placed beside my jeans and pulled it out.
"Wha—"
I cut Kourtney off by shushi
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