Tate Landry quickly realized that the two dark shapes racing toward the Rolls-Royce were the trucks intended to orchestrate a crash at the tunnel entrance and block the intersection! The trucks were barreling down the road side by side, taking up the entirene. As they approached the Rolls-Royce at an rming speed, Tate felt panic set in. He understood the stakes all too well and recognized that something had gone horribly wrong.
His mind raced: “Everything up to this point was unfolding ording to the n I devised with the Banks Family. From my discovery by the police to my frantic escape into the treasure pavilion, including my kidnapping of Deana and Zara taking hostages, everything was in line with our original arrangement! But these two trucksing at me represent a significant deviation from that n! They’re charging toward us, and there’s no sign of them slowing down!”
Tate was no fool; he had watched news reports and videos of devastating car idents and knew that high-speed trucks are among the deadliest vehicles on the road. A truck weighing several tons, traveling over 100 kilometers per hour, could cause catastrophic damage. In a car, survival was nearly impossible! What terrified him more was the realization that there was no escape route.
Had the road been clear, the Rolls-Royce, with its power and speed, might have had a fighting chance against the trucks. But with the path blocked by other vehicles, he was cornered.
As the two massive trucks drew nearer, Tate’s eyes zed with anger. In a fit of rage, he shouted, “Damn it! I can’t believe the Banks Family is so untrustworthy! They ordered me to eliminate you two, but now it seems they want to take me out as well!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Zara, who initially thought Tate would shoot her and her mother without hesitation, was taken aback by his outburst regarding the Banks Family. Turning her head, she quickly spotted the approaching trucks. Being quick-witted, she grasped the gravity of the situation almost instantly. With a bitter smile, she replied, “If you realized the Banks Family would turn on you, you should have known they’d never let you walk away alive!”
Tate, filled with despair, muttered to himself, “You were so damn foolish. You were merely a pawn for the Banks Family, ready to be discarded.”
In a sudden burst of anger, he began to yell, “You fools! What’s wrong with your family? You’re all a mess,pletelycking in morals!”
Zara retorted with a sneer, “You kill for money, yet you dare to lecture us on morals? Who do you think you are?”
Tate shot back, “Damn it, don’t mess with me! I’ll shoot you right here!”<fn303a> This text is hosted at Find_Novel(.</fn303a>
Zara, unfazed and with a grim smile, replied, “Go ahead and shoot me! It’s better to die quickly from a bullet than to be crushed by a truck and suffer a painful, slow death!”
Hearing this, Tate felt a chill run through him. His face drained of color. Though he was a gangster who had taken many lives, he was still afraid of death and suffering. The thought of dying in a horrific car crash, enduring agony, terrified him. He preferred a swift end.
Noting his panic, Zara’s expression turned cold and contemptuous. “What’s this? You can kill without remorse, but now you’re afraid of dying?”
Tate, ignoring her taunts, blurted out, “Aren’t you scared of death?”