The forest roads was now dark and wet from the storm which seems to just pass by.
Branches cracked beneath hurried footsteps while Riley Styles and the Police Commander moved swiftly through the thick bushes far away from the burning underground estate behind them.
"Huff..... Huff... Huff...."
The commander was already exhausted.
Not physically.
Mentally.
Because nothing about tonight felt real anymore.
Political conspiracies.
Fake police.
Bombs.
Snipers.
And now—
He was literally running through the woods beside the most dangerous businessman in the country.
Finally, the commander spoke between breaths.
"Where exactly are we even going?"
Riley kept moving forward calmly without slowing down.
"To Viktor."
"That doesn't answer my question."
Riley's sharp eyes scanned the dark surroundings carefully.
Then calmly—
"He's preparing to leave the country."
The commander frowned immediately.
"How do you know that?"
Riley's answer came vague.
