BANG! BANG!
Haji swerved on the road as the mercenaries in the back of the truck opened fire. The bullets struck the pavement and asphalt, sending dust shooting up into the air.
He fired back, and sure enough, managed to take one of them down.
But that didn't stop the others from raining bullets.
"Shit," he hissed, dodging the gunfire until he was forced to take an abrupt turn.
Once he was out of the mercenaries' line of sight, one of them slapped the roof of the truck. "We forced him off our tail! But he'll catch up soon if he knows the roads."
And they knew Haji knew the roads of this region. He grew up on these very streets—and later, underground.
Their voices were faint, but they still reached those inside the front of the truck. The driver hissed bitterly, convinced he was already driving as fast as he could. Couldn't they see his effort?
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, stealing a look at Jarvis.
Had it not been for him, I would've…
