Ivan and Debra got into the car.

Randy and Erica stood at the door, looking worried.

Marion took out his pistol and loaded it with bullets.

"Stop looking," he said. "The game is on."

"Huh? What game?" Randy was confused.

But before he could process it, Marion threw a set of clothes at him. "Put these

on. We're getting ready to move."

Randy had no idea what was going on.

...

Debra's car was running steadily on the road.

"What should we do if there is an ambush? Should I help you or them?" Ivan

asked.

"Depends on the situation," Debra replied, taking out a file.

at it, guessing it

continued, "They're after this

to say,"

give them this agreement, won't they let

"Not necessarily."

"Why?"

threat to them. They won't let

the driver slammed on the

bullet darted over and shattered the window. Glass shards flew

driver wobbled, gripping the steering wheel. "Madam, the tire has

urgently ordered. "Don't

driver responded, speeding

a group of people appeared ahead. The masks on their faces looked

rang out. The driver got shot in the chest and collapsed

steering wheel

on

car swayed, and Ivan felt

in black came up, smashed the window at

to

tried to resist,

was too

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