"Ahhh!" Ian screamed in terror, curling up under the car seat.

It was not that he was a coward. In fact, he was quite courageous.

However, who in their right mind could stay composed in a scene like this?

Following Justin meant he never had to worry about starving, but it also meant living on the edge, constantly walking a tightrope.

If this continued, he might as well start carrying anxiety medication at all times.

Justin's strong frame shielded Dr. Wagner beneath him.

He understood the truth. These attackers were targeting the witness, aiming to eliminate anything that could be used against them. If they could take him down in the process, or at least seriously injure him, it would be an unexpected bonus.

It was a vicious and ruthless move.

Dr. Wagner muttered prayers under his breath, reciting the rosary at an increasingly frantic pace. The man protecting him seemed to have a strength that surpasses that of a god.

cannot penetrate the car body," Justin commanded,

rapid sound of projectiles hitting the vehicle created an unnerving rhythm. The cacophony sent Justin's mind racing back to his years

memories, full of bloodshed and survival,

blood pumped

or six relentless minutes,

immobilized. A flat tire meant they could no longer flee.

"Ian, protect him."

like an arrow released from a bow. The car door swung open, and he launched himself into

brandishing their machetes, their eyes glinting with malice. Their snarling faces resembled

tensed, each fiber of his being

was clear to him now-Dr. Wagner was just a bonus. Undoubtedly orchestrated by Grant, the real goal

an ambush

weapon at hand, Justin grabbed a black umbrella from the car door.

hands, before nodding in

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