Franklin drove his black car along the dark road, which was quite deserted due to its remote location.
Occasionally, a few vehicles would pass by in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, four or five cars sped up from behind. Franklin frowned and tried to evade them, but he realized that they were targeting him. As he swerved, the cars followed him closely, attempting to collide with his vehicle.
Fortunately, Franklin reacted quickly and accelerated, his car shooting forward like a released tiger. Within five or six seconds, he had reached a speed of 100 kilometers per hour.
Several times, he narrowly escaped between two cars, even knocking off their side mirrors. The high-speed chase was more thrilling than a roller coaster ride.
Franklin didn’t look at the speedometer because he couldn’t shake off the cars behind him. His car weaved through them like a black lightning bolt. The pursuers were relentless.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, hitting his car. The window shattered from the bullets. Franklin ducked and continued to accelerate, dodging a bullet that grazed his ear.
“Damn it!” he thought. If this continued, he might crash and die. He made a sharp turn onto the opposite lane, driving against traffic. The pursuers didn’t expect this and braked hard to follow, resulting in a massive collision.
Franklin watched the smoke and sparks from the wrecked cars in his rearview mirror and couldn’t help but smirk. Who said only his wife could drive fast? He was just as good!
Relieved but unaware that he had driven onto a narrow mountain path meant for motorcycles, Franklin continued at 80 kilometers per hour, drifting through the winding road. One car stubbornly followed him, its driver almost able to see the deep ravine below from the window. A slight misstep would mean certain death.
The intensity was indescribable. The driver behind him trembled with fear and finally lost control, sending the car tumbling down the cliff with a loud crash. Franklin sneered. Playing with him was more than just thrilling; it was deadly.
Finally, his car came to a stop. After ensuring no one was following him, he got out and disappeared into the dark forest along a narrow path. There was no road ahead for the car. Fortunately, he had brought a handgun for emergencies.
He navigated through the dark forest with his phone’s compass app to avoid getting lost, heading towards the city where Jasper could pick him up faster. Moving naturally and casually, Franklin kept one hand in his pocket while listening intently to his surroundings.
Hearing rustling footsteps, he slowed down and squinted towards the nine o’clock direction-three people! There were also people at eleven o’clock and one o’clock! He quickly fired towards nine o’clock. The gunshots startled the hidden assassins; one was shot in the forehead and died instantly without a sound, while another was hit in the shoulder and screamed.
Franklin fired two more shots, killing two assassins who had just shown their heads. Suddenly, two gunshots were fired at him. He rolled to avoid them and returned fire, hitting an assassin in the forehead.
After reloading quickly, Franklin continued forward. The remaining assassins trembled with fear. How strong was this man to hit so many targets in the dark? They exchanged nervous glances. A scar-faced man said coldly, “This guy is underestimating us. Watch me kill him.”
He stood up and fired at Franklin before hiding behind a tree again. Another gunshot rang out, and an assassin fell. Another shot hit an assassin’s neck, blood gushing out.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood. It was a one-sided massacre. Franklin’s skill overwhelmed the assassins. They were on the verge of tears. “Boss, should we retreat?” one asked.
“Do you want Moon to kill you?” Scarface cursed. Moon was ruthless; failing their mission meant death anyway. Dying here might be better since Moon would compensate their families.
The subordinate wanted to flee even more. As they spoke, two gunshots rang out, and they fell to the ground. Scarface stared at Franklin in shock. “You… you…” With his last bit of strength, he threw powder at Franklin, who inhaled some before retreating.
Scarface coughed up blood. When had Franklin gotten so close? Why hadn’t they noticed? But he would never know because he was already dead.
Franklin glanced coldly at the two bodies before disappearing into the forest. Half an hour later, he emerged onto a road. The night grew darker as winter’s cold wind howled.
A car approached and stopped beside him. Recognizing the familiar face inside, Franklin got in.
Jasper quickly checked on him. “Young Master, are you alright? It’s better if I accompany you next time.”
Franklin glanced at the forest and said calmly, “Have the brothers dispose of those assassins’ bodies.”
“Yes, don’t worry,” Jasper replied.
With the car’s heater on, warmth filled the vehicle. Franklin finally felt some warmth and closed his eyes to rest after a long night of tension.
The car drove steadily towards the city.
The next morning, light snow began to fall from the sky. Tiny snowflakes landed on people with a cool touch.
Franklin wore a black cashmere coat that made him look even taller and more elegant. A black-and-white houndstooth scarf added to his noble appearance.
Isaac caught up with Franklin as they entered the presidential office building’s elevator together. Noticing the dark circles under Franklin’s eyes, Isaac smiled lightly. “Didn’t sleep well last night? You have dark circles.”
Franklin gave him a lazy look and sneered, “Are you so concerned about my sleep that you want to send me a latex pillow?”
Isaac didn’t expect such sarcasm but remained composed. “Sure, I can also send you a latex mattress. It’s no big deal; caring for my brother is my duty.”
“Thanks,” Franklin replied sarcastically.
“You’re welcome; we’re brothers after all,” Isaac said with a light smile that made him seem like a caring older brother.
Franklin found Isaac’s demeanor disgusting and walked into his office without expression.
Jasper followed him inside.
“Young Master… we’ve identified last night’s assassins as members of ZZ organization.”
“This ZZ organization keeps targeting me and Sylvia,” Franklin said coldly. “Find out what grudge they have against us.”
He couldn’t recall offending ZZ organization; maybe Sylvia had? The Love Parasite seemed to be their creation, among other things.
ZZ organization’s repeated assassination attempts were no small matter. He had been cautious for a while now but knew that hidden dangers were harder to guard against than open threats.
His biggest fear was that ZZ organization would target Sylvia while she was in the hospital’s transplant chamber.
Thinking of this, he sent Sylvia a message on WeChat.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Damn! Had he inhaled poison from that powder last night? ZZ organization was ruthless; he had been too careless.
Franklin coughed lightly as his chest tightened uncomfortably; he needed to see a doctor.
He stood up but felt dizzy and saw black spots before collapsing.
Jasper turned around after making a call and saw Franklin fall. “Young Master!” he cried out.
Before losing consciousness, Franklin managed to say, “Don’t tell Sylvia…” Then everything went dark.