This notorious stretch was dubbed “Death Road,” a grave for countless vehicles lost to its sharp bends and treacherous turns each year.
Navigating a risky mountain curve, Katelyn slowed down. Yet, as they passed the curve, the white car they’d been tailing unexpectedly veered and barreled straight toward them.
On the treacherous mountain path, Katelyn chose caution over speed, adapting to the constricted road. The road twisted up to the mountaintop with no escape routes, urging no rush.
She hadn’t anticipated the white car managing to turn around on the narrow path, suddenly positioning itself for a head-on standoff with them. Katelyn could now see the two men clearly.
The driver, a man in his thirties dressed in white, bore a look of calm determination.
Their earlier captive, clad in black, his expression one of sheer panic, questioned their situation.
“Boss, what’s the plan? You don’t seriously intend to collide with their car, right? I’m too young to die like this!”
“Shut the fuck up!” retorted the driver.
He then rolled down his window and called out to Katelyn, “We’re just getting paid and doing our job! We want no part of your quarrels. It’s your choice now. Either we both crash, or you back off and let us go.”
A flicker of disdain passed through Katelyn’s gaze. Could they really believe such a tactic would make her yield?
Her hands tightened on the steering wheel.
At such a close distance on a dangerous road, a collision between the two cars could result in both plunging off the cliff.
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The driver was evidently betting that Katelyn would panic and clear a path for them.
Typically, anyone confronted with such danger might choose to back down.
However, they had sorely misjudged Katelyn and, even more so, they had underestimated Vincent.
Samuel was already on the way with reinforcements. All Katelyn needed to do was hold her position until they arrived.
Her vehicle effectively sealed off their only escape route.
A grim resolve shadowed Vincent’s features.
With cold resolve, he commanded, “Hit them.”
He had little patience for threats, particularly those meant to coerce them into submission. If they were ready to risk a crash, so were they.
Vincent’s directive mirrored Katelyn’s own thoughts.
“Gladly,” Katelyn replied, pressing down on the gas pedal. The expressions of sheer terror on the faces of the two men mirrored in Katelyn’s and Vincent’s eyes.
Could these two be out of their minds? In such dire circumstances, they were still advancing aggressively instead of pulling back, seemingly eager to meet their end in a mutual plunge off the cliff.
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