Chapter 362
Sheena snapped back to reality and asked, “How are his two trusted aides doing?”
“Don’t worry. I secretly spiked their drinks, and it should take effect while they’re on the road.
“Good. We can also check on Elijah’s efficiency in handling things,” Sheena said as she glanced at the now-empty bottle of red wine.
The military vehicle traveled on the highway, and there was minimal traffic due to the late hour.
Ian adjusted the car’s air conditioning to a very comfortable temperature, and Nathaniel’s two trusted aides were dozing off as they had consumed alcohol. Only Nathaniel, despite having a few drinks, remained relatively clear-headed.
Ian was focused on the road when suddenly a cold gun pressed against the back of his head.
It was Nathaniel.
“Why aren’t we heading back to my place? Where are you bringing us?”
His voice was loud, and the heightened alertness of the two aides woke them up quickly. They looked out the window to realize Ian was taking them to the outskirts.
Tension filled the car.
Ian chuckled nervously and replied, “Did I take the wrong route? Sorry, Mr. Nicholls. I saw you all sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. I thought this route would be shorter.”
Nathaniel’s icy-expression remained unchanged, demanding Ian, “Turn around.”
“Huh? Of course!”
However, Ian stepped on the gas instead of slowing down, and he suddenly jerked the steering wheel, almost losing control and swerving off the road. With none of them wearing seatbelts, the abrupt move sent the passengers tumbling, crashing against the windows.
Nathaniel was no exception, and the gun against Ian’s head also moved.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Ian slammed the brakes, swiftly exited the vehicle, and made his escape.
The remaining three, due to inertia, were sprawled in disarray.
However, Nathaniel was the most alert. He glared vengefully in the direction Ian fled and decisively pulled the trigger.
A deafening bang echoed in the quiet outskirts, disrupting the serene atmosphere.
While escaping, Ian instinctively covered his head and patted his body. Realizing the gunshot had not hit him, he sprinted even faster.
Nathaniel was distracted by a man who unexpectedly emerged from the trunk and had his aim shifted. The rear compartiment and back seat of this military vehicle were connected, and in
the darkness, the two aides, slightly intoxicated, had forgotten to check.
They never expected that someone was hiding in the trunk.
Nathaniel quickly grasped that something was off about this dinner. He moved to attack the man emerging from the trunk, but his gun was swiftly disarmed. Nonetheless, the car’s
interior was too dark for Nathaniel to identify the person in the trunk.
His other two aides immediately moved to capture the assailant, but several men suddenly emerged from the forest, and a brawl erupted on both sides.
Within minutes, Nathaniel and his aides felt their strength waning.
Unknown to them, Sheena had secretly administered a colorless and tasteless drug
beforehand. It was a small dose, not enough to knock them out, but sufficient to cause mild fatigue.
The two aides were swiftly stopped while Nathaniel was struck from behind with a powerful strike to the back of his neck and knelt on the ground.
As he looked up, he saw a familiar figure stepping out from the opened trunk wearing a mask adorned with intricate patterns.
“Y-You’re from the National Investigation Bureau…’
Before he could finish his sentence, Lionel delivered another powerful blow from behind, finally rendering the man unconscious.
