Free Web NovelChapter 147: Chapter 147: Ambush Geometry
Alexander didn’t take his eyes off the distant couple for a single fraction of a second. The moment Serena stepped inside the brightly lit ice cream parlor across the avenue, the target moved. The Sinclair lackey grabbed Emma by the waist, whispering something into her ear that made her giggle, and guided her quickly into a sleek, black sports coupe parked at the curb.
The coupe’s engine roared to life, and it immediately pulled out into the main lane.
"Fucking timing," muttered Alexander, his jaw tightening.
He instantly threw the Mercedes into drive, tore away from the curb, and executed a sharp, aggressive turn, pulling right up to the front entrance of the ice cream parlor just as Serena was standing at the counter. He leaned over and threw the passenger door open wide.
"Get in, Serena! We have to move right now!" shouted Alexander, his voice an absolute, unyielding command. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"But my ice cream! They literally just handed it to me!" yelled Serena, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fury.
Seeing the black coupe rapidly disappearing down the avenue, she didn’t waste another second. She bolted out of the shop, her school shoes clicking frantically against the concrete as she sprinted toward the idling car. She threw herself into the passenger seat, but the moment her body hit the leather, Alexander slammed his foot down on the accelerator with a violent force.
The brutal momentum sent the massive gourmet sundae tilting wildly in her hands. A large, sticky glob of dark chocolate and vanilla cream slid right off the top of the waffle cone, landing with a loud, messy splat right across the skirt of her pristine school uniform.
"Ahhh! No! It’s an absolute mess!" screamed Serena, her voice reaching a frantic, high-pitched register as she frantically tried to scrape the melting mess off her lap while the car swerved sharply around a delivery truck. "Look what you did! Look what you did, you absolute idiot!"
Alexander completely ignored her frantic screeching. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on the tail lights of the black coupe ahead. A high-speed, ruthless pursuit began through the veins of the city. He effortlessly threaded the Mercedes through tight intersections, keeping a calculated three-car distance as the target vehicle suddenly veered away from the glitzy downtown district, heading deeper into a dark, industrial sector near the edge of town.
The bright streetlights gradually faded into complete darkness. Within ten minutes, they were navigating a labyrinth of cracked asphalt, surrounded by towering, windowless concrete warehouses and rusty corrugated steel fences. There wasn’t a single soul in sight.
The black coupe ahead finally slowed down, pulling into the shadow of a massive, seemingly abandoned shipping depot. Alexander immediately killed his headlights, smoothly gliding the Mercedes into a dark recess between two rusted storage containers about fifty yards away.
He shifted into park, the silence of the desolate area instantly swallowing the cabin.
"Look at this! You completely ruined my favorite dress, you idiot!" hissed Serena, her voice dropping into a fierce, deeply spoiled whisper as she aggressively poked her sticky skirt, her face twisted into a massive, childish pout. "My mother is going to absolutely murder me, and I’m going to make sure she fires you before we even get back to the estate!"
Alexander didn’t answer. His survival instincts, were suddenly screaming at him. The air felt entirely too still. The way the black coupe had driven straight into this specific, dead-end industrial layout felt entirely too deliberate. It wasn’t a reckless teenager hiding out with her boyfriend—it was a trap.
Without a word, Alexander reached over, popped the hidden latch on the dashboard glove compartment, and smoothly pulled out his heavy, matte-black semi-automatic pistol. The cold steel gleamed faintly under the dim moonlight.
Serena’s jaw instantly dropped, her spoiled complaints freezing entirely in her throat as her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Whoa..." whispered Serena, her voice trembling with a mix of genuine fear and a bizarre, reckless thrill. "That’s... that’s the exact same gun you were carrying the other night. So... so things are about to get really—"
BANG!
A loud, resounding gunshot shattered the heavy silence, the bullet violently piercing through the shipping container right above their roof with a sharp, metallic screech.
"Hold on!" stated Alexander, his voice a chilling, unyielding roar.
Before she could even scream, he slammed his foot onto the gas, throwing the Mercedes into a violent, high-speed reverse. The tires screamed against the gravel as the car tore backward through the darkness.
Instantly, the blinding, high-beam headlights of two massive, heavy-duty pickup trucks flashed to life right out of the shadows behind them. The trucks roared like beasts, their massive steel grill guards accelerating straight toward the Mercedes at absolute top speed, completely cutting off their only avenue of escape. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"Damn it!" roared Alexander, his knuckles turning completely white as he gripped the steering wheel.
The two heavy-duty trucks were closing the distance entirely too fast, their blinding high beams bouncing violently inside the Mercedes’ cabin. Moving backward in a straight line was suicide.
With a brutal, synchronized movement, Alexander slammed the brakes, cranked the steering wheel completely to the left, and dumped the transmission into drive. The car executed a flawless, aggressive J-turn, the rear tires breaking traction and sliding across the gravel in a massive cloud of dust and smoke.
Serena let out a sharp, terrified shriek, her fingers digging so deep into the leather armrest her nails almost tore through it.
Alexander slammed his foot down on the gas. The Mercedes launched forward, but the alleyway was completely blocked by the second truck. Left with only a split second to react, Alexander aimed the car straight toward a weak point in the perimeter—a high, rusty chain-link fence bordering the warehouse property.
CRASH!
The heavy luxury vehicle smashed through the metal mesh with a deafening screech of ripping iron. The fence tore away completely, wrapping around the front bumper for a fraction of a second before the sheer horsepower of the engine ripped it free. The car launched off the curb, landing hard onto the main asphalt street at absolute top speed.
Behind them, the ambush didn’t stop. One of the massive pickup trucks aggressively lunged out of the main alleyway, while the second one took a shortcut right through an adjacent lot, violently demolishing a thick wooden fence in a shower of splinters as it roared onto the street right behind Alexander’s tail lights.
"Shit!" muttered Alexander, his dark eyes darting frantically to the rearview mirror.
The trucks were heavy, modified, and clearly built to ram him off the road. With Serena in the passenger seat, a prolonged shootout while driving was an extreme liability. He needed an exit strategy, and he needed it now. This wasn’t a standard corporate asset dispute; he was completely exposed.
"I need backup... but who the hell can I call right now?" Alexander thought fiercely, his mind racing through his limited options.
Keeping one hand firmly on the wheel as the Mercedes swerved violently to avoid a pursuing truck’s attempt to clip his rear bumper, Alexander used his thumb to blindly hit the speed dial on his dashboard console.
The line connected instantly, the ringtone cutting through the frantic roar of the engines.
"I need immediate backup!" shouted Alexander into the speaker, his voice entirely cold, urgent, and sharp as a razor. "I’m compromised!"
