Chapter 142 Chapter One Hundred And Forty Two

• The black SUV sped after them, its headlights glaring in the dark night as Jason’s convoy raced down the deserted road. Sniper, behind the wheel, gritted his teeth as he swerved to avoid potholes, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
• "We have company," Zeek said, looking through the rearview mirror.
• Jason, seated in the middle row beside Death—who was still restrained—let out a frustrated sigh. "Of course, we do. Henry Carter is faster than I thought. Do you honestly thought I was going to be let go?" He said with a snicker.