
That night there was a faint sound of gunfire in the quiet streets.
Two cars chased each other and people in the car fired hot lead at each other to hit their targets.
"Damn!" maki Jhon's. He was in the car and was targeted by two enemies who were chasing him.
His left hand was wounded by a bullet fired by one of the enemies.
That night he was alone without the bodyguards that always followed him, he did not want to be followed because Jhon wanted to go to a beachside cafe to see if the woman he was with at the hotel three years ago was still there or not.
He was too busy and forgot about the woman and somehow, he remembered the woman and wanted to see her again.
He just wanted to find the woman himself and bring her but who would have thought that night his enemy attacked instead.
"Dor.dor.." The sound of gunfire was heard again because the enemy shot him back there.
"Trank...Trang!!" The bullet hit the back of the car.
With his injured hand Jhon immediately filled the empty sleeve of his gun.
One hand is busy holding the steering wheel so that the car can still run stably.
"Nonsense, don't expect you to survive me!"
The man took out his hand and pointed the gun he was holding back.
With his current circumstances it was very difficult for him to see his target and shoot his enemy.
"Damn!" meaning again.
The man stepped on the gas of his car so fast, he had no choice but to drive his car fast.
But the enemy car behind him also increased the speed and started to catch up with him.
From the open windshield of the enemy's car he could see the face of the person who wanted to kill him.
"C.ha.ha....You're dead, Jhon Smith!" yelled one of the guys.
The person next to the man fired his gun right at him.
Jhon immediately dodged the shot and refocused on the street in front of him.
"I'll chop you up later." - furious.
When their car was aligned quickly Jhon thrust his gun at the enemy and fired his weapon many times.
One of the enemies was carrying a car directly dodged but the bullet hit right in the head of the person next to him.
"Damn it, I'll kill you!" maki that person when she saw her partner had died covered in blood.
Jhon grinned with satisfaction, although his hand was injured but he was still able to aim at his enemy and hit him on target.
"Don't underestimate me, there's just one more" he said coldly.
He again drove the car he was carrying while the enemy car behind did not want to lose and still followed him.
Jhon's head started to get dizzy while his injured hand continued to bleed nonstop.
But if he stopped it was the same as dying and this time he would finish it quickly.
"Hey Jhon! You can kill my partner but you can't kill me!" shouted his enemy.
Jhon checked the contents of the bullet that was only one, he had run out of bullets and tonight he had to really aim at his enemy properly if he wanted to survive.
"Try me if you can kill me!" yells
The man slowed his car down at a turn, this was his chance and his only chance was once. When his car and his enemy's car were aligned at that moment he could aim at the man's head.
"C.ha.ha...You're dead Jhon." cried the man.
"A chance."
Not wasting any time, Jhon immediately aimed at the person's head when their car had aligned and?
"Dor!" the bullet he fired shot out quickly and hit right in the man's head.
His enemy immediately died on the spot following his partner while the car carried by the man began to look and walk unbecoming.
Jhon again turned his car steering to run as before but his dead enemy's car swerved violently in front of him.
He stepped on his car's brakes quickly to avoid his enemy's car but it was too late and at that moment his car hit the enemy's car hard.
Jhon's car bounced off the side of the road while his enemy's car overturned on the road.
Jhon gathered his remaining strength to get out of his car, he had to get out of the car because there could be other enemies behind him.
His head hurt from being hit and his body was covered in injuries.
He staggered into a complex of houses not far from there.
John stopped at a house that looked lonely, the man sat down and woke himself in the house fenced.
He was very tired, Jhon held his head which was painful due to the impact.
The man reached into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone with great difficulty.
His vision began to blur and before he could take his phone to contact his personal assistant the man was already unconscious.
Not long after, the sound of police car sirens broke the silence of the road.
When Samantha's bus is intercepted by police and banned from passing, Samantha sees the street for a moment.
There were tow cars and ambulances parked there.
The place is not far from the area of his house and usually the road is not too crowded but it seems there is a continuous collision there.
"Sir, I'll get off here." he asked the bus driver.
If he waits for the bus to return, it may take an hour, after all, the place is not far from his home complex.
Samantha got out of the bus and started walking past some policemen who were busy checking the place and interrogating some people.
There were two cars lying in a ruined condition and people carrying coffins to the ambulance.
Samantha goosebumps in horror, she immediately sped up her pace in order to quickly leave from there.
He didn't want to look any further like the people passing through the area did.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived at the compound of her house, when it was already showing at half-twelve p.m.
Because the restaurant was so crowded that he had to go home for the night, he had already contacted Anne and asked the woman to stay over to accompany Edward.
When he arrived in front of his house, Samantha's eyes were shocked.
There, in front of the gate of his house appeared a man was unconscious.
Samantha looked at her quiet surroundings, the middle of the night like that her neighbors were all asleep.
He remembered what happened three years ago when he picked up Edward.
"Ck.why do I always find something in front of my house" he said annoyed.
Samantha bowed and touched the man.
"Hey.wake up.." call him but the man doesn't move.
Samantha checked her breath and the man was still alive.
"Is this man a hit-and-run victim? Should I report this to the police there?" thought.
Samantha looked at the man and her heart was again pity, she took a deep breath and with all her might she reached into the man's body to bring him into her house.