Chapter 340 Ambush

• On this side, Timothy Lavette followed the note’s instructions, walked out the south gate, and headed toward a white minivan. As he neared the vehicle, hurried footsteps sounded behind him. Timothy turned and, sure enough, it was Wu Sisi. She’d asked to meet him—what was up? Wu Sisi was running like crazy, scared he’d leave. “What do you need from me?” Timothy didn’t play coy. He went straight to it. Already breathless from the sprint, Wu Sisi froze, confusion flashing in her eyes. “Me? Looking for you?” “Didn’t you have someone pass me a note telling me to come to a white minivan at the south gate?” Wu Sisi looked even more stunned. “N-no... I only chased you when I saw you come out. I didn’t give you any note, and I never said to wait for me by a minivan!” “You didn’t?” Timothy frowned and instantly pieced it together. Right then, danger slammed into his senses. He yanked Wu Sisi by her slender wrist, pulling her tight against him. Wu Sisi jolted, not understanding what he was doing—until the next second made it crystal clear. A burst of gunfire tore through the air. Wu Sisi screamed, clutching Timothy and burying her head in his chest. “Ambush me? Screw this!” Timothy’s voice went ice-cold. He hugged Wu Sisi and sprang aside, landing behind the minivan in one explosive leap. “Ah!” Wu Sisi clapped her hands over her ears on instinct, shrieking. She’d never seen anything like this, so yeah, her reaction was totally normal. If Timothy were alone, even surrounded, he could cut through them with ease, circle back, and wipe them out. But with Wu Sisi here, one slip and the girl could end up dead. Timothy didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the van’s door, ripped it open, and slammed a fist straight inside. Since they’d lured him to the white van, no question—someone had to be hiding in there. Sure enough, his punch sent a guy flying, launching him out the far door. Timothy jumped into the driver’s seat and hauled Wu Sisi in with him. Things were moving too fast, and he couldn’t get her into the passenger seat, so she stayed wrapped around him. The keys were in the ignition. Timothy fired up the engine and stomped the gas. The van shot forward. Cars converged from all directions. With a heavy thud, the van jolted hard and started to sway. Timothy steadied the vehicle. A sedan slammed into them from the side. Instead of backing off, the driver cranked the wheel and rammed them again. The sudden hit made Wu Sisi yelp and cling tighter to Timothy. The attackers’ window slid down. Timothy saw the driver pull a gun and aim at them. He shielded Wu Sisi fast and whipped the van into a sharp swerve, changing direction. More gunshots rattled the tunnel. Wu Sisi stopped screaming, still clinging tight. She hadn’t expected any of this. “Don’t be scared. They’re here for me. Don’t move around. The bullets won’t hit you. If you freak out, just close your eyes. I’ll wrap this up fast,” Timothy said, steady and calm. “Okay,” Wu Sisi breathed. Shots kept coming, punching a hole through the window glass. Timothy gunned it, making it hard for them to aim. He wasn’t accelerating to run, though. Running would mean he was on the back foot, and that wasn’t him. If someone wanted him dead, he wasn’t letting them walk away. Seeing him pick up speed, the car behind did the same, tailing close. The rear driver fired while driving, trying to blow out Timothy’s tires. Timothy saw right through it. He rocked the van side to side, and after several shots, none hit the wheels. “How the hell does this kid drive so well?” the pursuers cursed. They had no clue the woman dragged into the van was Wu Sisi. “Stay on him. We’ve made our move, so he has to die,” one of them said. “Relax. He won’t get far. The outskirts are ahead. He’s finished.” He sounded smug, like Timothy was just prey in his crosshairs. No way was Timothy slipping free, or so he thought. In the lead van, Timothy wasn’t planning to run. They wanted blood? The outskirts were the perfect place to end them. He glanced down at Wu Sisi, still pressed to his chest. She hadn’t closed her eyes. Her big, watery gaze stared right up at him. “Weren’t you scared? Why not shut your eyes?” “I was when he started shooting. Not so much now,” she said. Timothy smiled. “Not bad. You’ve got guts.” He shot the van into a tunnel. The car behind barreled in after them. Timothy figured it was about time. “Hold on tight,” he told Wu Sisi. “Ah! O-okay!” She still had no clue what he was about to pull, but when he told her to hold on, she locked her arms around him. Timothy suddenly braked. The car behind didn’t expect that and slammed its brakes, too. Timothy had already slowed to the point his van’s rear aligned with the pursuer’s front bumper. He snapped the wheel and whipped the van’s tail around. Bam—the rear smashed into the attacker’s hood. With their speed and that panic stop, the driver lost control at once and skidded into the tunnel wall. A thunderous crash echoed. The car flipped again and again down the tunnel. When it finally stopped, it was mangled beyond recognition. Inside, the men were bleeding out, clearly dead. “These clowns aren’t pros. Looks more like some gang,” Timothy muttered, eyes flicking to the rearview as he kept driving. “A g-gang?” Wu Sisi had heard him. She lifted her head, confused. “That car... are they dead?” Timothy nodded. “Pretty sure they are.”