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 was the stock transfer

this document, not my life,

to

give them this agreement, won't they

"Not necessarily."

"Why?"

is a threat to them. They won't let

slammed

over and shattered the window. Glass

wobbled, gripping the steering wheel.

Debra urgently ordered. "Don't let them catch

the driver

people appeared ahead. The masks on their faces looked

The driver got shot in the chest and collapsed

steering wheel

on the

and Ivan

up, smashed

to

to resist, but

was too

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