Chapter 152 Thrilling Contest
In the van, a man wearing a baseball cap climbed from the passenger seat into the back cargo area. All the rear seats had been removed, leaving Grace lying unconscious on the floor. Beside her, Jenny screamed in terror the moment she saw him.
"Cut the act! Stop your shrieking."
Jenny fell silent, but she was genuinely terrified, curled up in the corner, trembling as she asked in a shaky voice, "Is... is she dead?"
"Not dead—just knocked out cold."
The man in the cap grabbed Grace's face without emotion.
When the car hit her, she'd dodged slightly, catching the edge rather than taking the full impact, but she was still thrown nine feet. If she hadn't moved at that split second, a direct hit to the car's center would have killed her instantly.
Even so, she looked severely injured. Blood covered her forehead and half her face, her clothes were torn, and scrapes covered her arms and legs—a disturbing sight.
But this crew had seen it all before. They only felt it was a shame the hit hadn't finished her off.
This woman had quick reflexes!
"Damn, this broad's got nine lives! Can't even kill her with a direct hit." The man released Grace and turned to Jenny. "This is the Grace?"
Jenny nodded. "She seems to be investigating what happened seven years ago. What do we do?"
The man in the cap sneered. "What do we do? Kill her, obviously."
Eliminate the witness.
Since she dared dig into what happened seven years ago, she couldn't blame them for being ruthless.
The man demanded, "How did she trace back to seven years ago?"
He grabbed Jenny by the throat. "Did you leave loose ends?"
Jenny frantically shook her head. "No... she figured it out herself! According to her, she opened the urn and found it wasn't ashes, so she got suspicious about what happened seven years ago."
The man truly hadn't expected that after all this time in the business, no one had ever personally opened an urn to check what was actually inside, and never became suspicious.
She had guts.
Jenny said, "Tom, do we really have to kill her? There's some man with her who looks like serious trouble."
Tom scoffed. "What else are we going to do with her? You think we should let her go? In our line of work, what's one more body count?"
The driver, cigarette hanging from his lips, steered with one hand and said, "Killing her would be such a waste! Check if the goods got damaged in the crash. If she's still intact, we could get good money for her..."
Tom snorted with laughter, "You want to sell her as a meat pig?"
"Haven't done the meat pig business in a long time. The pork trade isn't what it used to be these days. I still think about the old times from time to time - how glorious we were back then! Selling meat pigs, making hundreds of thousands a year was nothing!"
Tom pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and frowned as he exhaled smoke. "Heat's too heavy now. Meat pork's gotten too risky."
Jenny chimed in, "Tom, this woman's got a pretty face and a good body. I bet we could get top dollar from Fernando's operation! Killing her really would be a waste."
Tom slapped her across the face. "Shut up, bitch! Since when do I need you telling me how to run business? You nearly got us all killed, you know that?"
He cursed as he spat in Jenny's direction.
Jenny cowered in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, not daring to move as she forced a smile. "Yes, yes, I spoke out of turn. I've depended on your protection all these years—otherwise I'd never have had a good life."
Tom held his cigarette in one hand, resting his other arm on the seat back as he turned to look ahead.
Just then, he heard Jenny cautiously call his name from behind.
"What?" Tom snapped.
As he turned around, he suddenly felt a terrifying electric current surge through his leg. His body began convulsing uncontrollably, the cigarette falling from his hand onto his collar, scattering sparks.
He couldn't make a sound, jerking violently for several seconds before collapsing unconscious.
The fat man in the driver's seat glanced in the rearview mirror. In the darkness, he couldn't make out the full scene in the back, but he tensed up. "Tom?"
Jenny watched in shock as Grace, blood still covering her face, sat up. Before Jenny could cry out, Grace gripped the stun gun and gave her a brutal shock.
The woman collapsed limply to the side.
The fat man spun around to see Grace tearing a strip of fabric from her clothing and binding Tom and Jenny's hands together. She then pulled a pill bottle from her pocket, shook out two small tablets, and forced them into both their mouths, making them swallow.
"Shit!" the fat man cursed, sweat beading on his forehead as he realized Grace had somehow taken down both of them. "What did you do? What the hell..."
Suddenly, bright headlights blazed behind them, accompanied by the thunderous roar of an engine.
The fat man checked his rearview mirror to see a Mercedes G-Wagon at full throttle, racing toward their van.
He floored the gas pedal, but even at maximum speed, he couldn't outrun the performance beast behind him. The Mercedes quickly caught up and rammed hard into their rear bumper.
The entire vehicle shook violently.
Without seatbelts, the massive impact would have sent everyone flying.
"What the hell?"
The fat man stared at the Mercedes in his mirror, cursing repeatedly. "What kind of maniac drives like that..."
Before he finished speaking, the Mercedes accelerated again and slammed into their rear bumper once more.
Through the heart-stopping pursuit and collisions, he could feel their rear end getting completely smashed in.
Grace gripped the safety handle, glancing through the rear window to instantly recognize Alexander's Mercedes G-Wagon.
He'd caught up!
Beside her, Tom groggily regained consciousness. Opening his eyes, he found his entire body immobilized—hands and feet bound, body still numb from the electric shock, consciousness foggy as he heard the fat man's panicked shouting.
"Damn it, we're being rammed!"
Grace held the stun gun, gripping the seat back tightly as she shouted, "Pull over!"
She didn't dare shock him now.
With him driving, she couldn't make any rash moves until he safely stopped the vehicle.
The fat man spotted the stun gun in her hand and immediately understood, cursing furiously. "You crazy bitch! You..."
Grace cut him off, "Pull over! I said pull over!"