Chapter 23 Interception and Assassination
In the VIP room on the second floor, silence had fallen. No one was making any more bids.
Even those secretive families couldn't possibly throw around three hundred million dollars in cash flow like idiots just for a gene sample!
"Three hundred million dollars once! Three hundred million dollars twice! Three hundred million dollars three times! Sold!"
As the auctioneer's gavel came down hard, the S-grade biological gene sample officially belonged to Clara's side.
Only then did Clara suddenly snap out of her extreme shock.
She looked at Ethan beside her, whose expression remained unchanged. Her full chest heaved violently, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
But she was an extremely smart woman and quickly understood Ethan's intention—
In this dangerous situation, they absolutely couldn't show any weakness. They had to use absolute financial power and presence to intimidate all the hungry wolves lurking in the shadows!
Out of absolute trust in this man, Clara didn't ask a single unnecessary question.
She immediately took Ethan backstage.
Ethan casually pulled out a globally limited black card. Right in front of the auction house manager, without even blinking, he swiped away the massive sum of three hundred million dollars!
Carrying the cryogenic storage container with the gene sample, they headed toward the exit.
Clara knew very well that winning the bid was only the first step. Getting out of Manhattan alive with the item was the key!
Without hesitation, she used the funds she hadn't spent earlier to hire the top mercenary team from the underground black market at a high price to escort them on their journey ahead.
Late at night, on a desolate highway outside Manhattan.
A convoy of five heavily modified SUVs with armor as thick as tanks was speeding through the darkness.
For the first half hour, there wasn't even a single passing car.
Sitting in the bulletproof Maybach in the middle, Clara's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
She let out a long breath and was about to turn to tell Ethan that they might be lucky enough to leave directly.
However, just at that moment.
A deafening explosion suddenly tore through the dead silence of the night!
The lead SUV up front was directly hit by an RPG rocket that came flying from the darkness!
Terrifying flames shot up into the sky. The armored vehicle weighing several tons was flipped over a dozen feet away in the blaze, crashing hard into the wilderness by the roadside, turning into a burning pile of scrap metal!
"Enemy attack!"
The mercenary captain's roar came through the communicator.
Almost in the same second, accompanied by roaring engines, dozens of heavy motorcycles burst out from the dense forest on both sides of the highway, surrounding the entire convoy!
A group of men in black leather jackets with fierce faces, holding automatic rifles and heavy firepower, didn't even stop—they just pulled the triggers on the convoy!
Dense gunfire erupted. Thousands of bullets wove into a suffocating net of death, pouring down on the vehicles!
Sparks flew everywhere, and ear-piercing scraping sounds came one after another!
The scene immediately descended into chaos, like hell on earth!
Fortunately, the car Clara was in had the highest level of bulletproof modifications. Even the window glass could withstand large-caliber sniper rifle fire.
Although the biker gang's firepower was fierce, they couldn't tear through the armor for the time being.
After a brief moment of shock, the escorting mercenaries immediately used the vehicles as cover, pulled out their heavy weapons, and began firing back fiercely!
For a moment, the entire highway was filled with bullets and gunfire, and the flames lit up half the night sky in a ghastly white.
Bikers kept getting headshots by the mercenaries' bullets, blood and flesh flying everywhere, screams forming a continuous chorus!
Inside the vehicle.
Clara, who had never experienced such real, such bloody combat, was already pale with fear, her body trembling violently from extreme terror beyond her control.
Amid the deafening sound of bullets hammering against the car windows outside, Clara's mind went blank. Instinctively, she reached out both hands and grabbed tightly onto Ethan's hand beside her.
Ethan felt the sudden touch in his palm—that soft, almost boneless sensation—and was slightly stunned.
He turned his head and saw Clara, usually so cool and commanding, now curled up beside him like a frightened kitten, her full body pressed tightly against his arm.
Watching Clara's nervous state, Ethan held that soft hand in his palm and gently stroked the back of her hand twice to comfort her.
The killing outside intensified.
As both sides' ammunition gradually ran out, the gunfight inevitably evolved into the most primitive, most brutal hand-to-hand combat!
"Kill them!"
The mercenaries pulled out military triangular bayonets from their thighs and rushed into the biker gang, beginning a frenzied slaughter.
Fortunately, these heavily paid mercenaries weren't weak. Their combat techniques were deadly with every move.
The sounds of blades piercing flesh and bones breaking were extremely sharp in the night wind.
Although several mercenaries were injured, and some were already lying in pools of blood with serious wounds, the biker gang suffered worse casualties. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight had their throats slit!
Blood and severed limbs everywhere—the scene reached a bloody stalemate.
Just when the situation was at its most tense, with neither side able to easily defeat the other.
An extremely sharp, deeply unsettling bone whistle suddenly sounded from the darkness at the end of the highway!
The moment they heard that sound, the bikers who had been fighting like mad dogs without fear of death all trembled.
Then, everyone immediately abandoned their opponents and quickly retreated to both sides.
They all lowered their heads in unison and dropped to one knee on the blood-soaked asphalt!
That extremely fanatical, extremely sick look in their eyes—they were just like a group of crazed cult followers welcoming the supreme deity in their hearts!
A very rhythmic sound of leather shoes slowly came from the end of the path the bikers had cleared.
A man in a pure black custom suit, with a meticulously slicked-back hairstyle, and a face as pale as a vampire, walked out with his hands in his suit pockets, taking extremely elegant steps.
The moment she saw that man, Clara's pupils contracted violently inside the vehicle!
"Terry Perez!"