Chapter 107 A Dominant Strike
- A convoy of heavy trucks was less than two hundred meters away from Dominic’s car now, and none of them were slowing down. They thundered straight at him like rabid beasts.
- “Murder! They’re here to murder me!” Dominic had a rough idea of who he was now, so his first thought was that this was a targeted hit. “Move! Driver, turn around. Get us out of here!”
- Forget traffic rules—staying alive came first.