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.

guessing it was the stock

this document,

to

again, "If I give them this agreement,

"Not necessarily."

"Why?"

to

the driver slammed

darted over and shattered the window. Glass

gripping the steering wheel. "Madam, the tire has

out," Debra urgently ordered. "Don't let them catch

driver

a group of people appeared ahead. The masks on their faces looked terrifying even in the

driver got shot in the

wheel before

slam on the

car swayed, and

in black came up, smashed

to open

to resist, but the

was too

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