The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 113

Arnold's poisoning had triggered Callahan's sense of crisis. The people hunting him were far more capable than he had anticipated.

However, moving Arnold back proved to be anything but smooth. After all, the group had poisoned Arnold specifically to lure Callahan out and assassinate him.

At the Zamora International Airport, rain poured down in sheets. A black bulletproof SUV sped along a muddy mountain road, tires crushing through potholes and splashing murky water. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the glass despite the frantic sweeping of the wipers.

Inside the car, Callahan pressed one hand against a bleeding wound on his side while gripping a gun with the other. His gaze was sharp and cold as he stared into the rearview mirror.

Three unmarked off-road vehicles were on their tail like demons, their headlights piercing the rain, engines roaring like beasts.

"Boss, ambush ahead!" the bodyguard in the driver's seat shouted, his voice tight.

Callahan's expression remained calm, betraying no sign of his injury. He issued the order coolly. "Ignore it. Punch through."

Before he finished speaking, a heavy truck suddenly barreled out from a side road ahead. Tires screeched against the slick pavement as it blocked the path like a wall of steel.

“Crash—!”

Callahan's bodyguard slammed the steering wheel. The SUV nearly tipped over as it scraped past the edge of the truck and crashed into the roadside bushes.

The moment the airbags deployed, Callahan kicked the door open and rolled out into the rain. He leveled his gun at the truck's cab and fired three times.

Blood splattered against the windshield, but more dark figures leaped from the back of the truck. The muffled thuds of suppressed pistols blended with the sound of the rain as bullets whizzed past his head.

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