Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 261 The Chase

This was a twisty mountain road. Sliding down that dirt slope would lead to the road below.

Rhyns and his buddy were sprinting ahead, with the cops right on their tails.

In the dead of night, all you could hear were the sounds of running and the shouts of the police. "Rhyns, if you keep running, I'll shoot!"

Suddenly, the sound of an engine roared from a distance.

At that moment, Rhyns hit a fork in the road, and two motorcycles were coming from different directions.

The rider on the opposite bike sensed something was off and slowed down.

Just then, the motorcycle coming from the bend charged straight at Rhyns, knocking him to the ground. His buddy rushed over, panicking, to help Rhyns up.

"Rhyns, you okay?"

Rhyns clutched his chest, spat out some blood, and glared at Faris, who was on the motorcycle.

Rhyns snarled, "Faris, so it was you who betrayed me."

He suddenly pulled out a gun and fired a shot at Faris.

Faris dodged, rolled off the motorcycle, and avoided the shot. The bike fell to the ground.

The person on the other motorcycle freaked out, hit the brakes, and tried to turn around to leave.

But it was too late. Rhyns took a few steps back, yanked the person off the bike, and held a gun to their head.

Rhyns shouted, "Anyone takes another step, and I'll blow his head off."

For the safety of the hostage, the cops didn't dare move forward.

The motorcycle was loaded with ducks, probably heading to the early morning farmers' market.

The guy looked like an honest farmer, scared out of his wits, and even started crying.

"Please, don't kill me, I'm just a simple farmer..."

"Shut up!" Rhyns snapped.

The cops didn't dare approach and tried to talk him down.

"Rhyns, don't make things worse. Put down your weapon and surrender."

Controlling the hostage, Rhyns quickly mounted the motorcycle. His buddy jumped on behind him, sitting back-to-back, using the hostage as a shield while still aiming the gun at the man's head. Rhyns gave us a mocking look and said, "If you don't want to harm the innocent, stay still. Once we're gone, I'll let him go."

With that, he revved the engine, and the motorcycle shot off, with the hostage screaming in fear.

It was tough for a motorcycle to carry three grown men and a bunch of ducks. In the struggle, the hostage fell to the ground.

and just focused

hostage was safe, the cops

motorcycle Faris had ridden

motorcycle in an S-shape to dodge

eyes on

sharp turn ahead, and a fallen motorcycle blocked my path-it was the one they

still crashed into the motorcycle, rolling to

heard faint sounds from the slope on the right. Squinting, I saw a

the person behind fell to the ground. I jumped down

of cops arrived and handcuffed the

the area all night but

were captured except

to the road, and Dennis had already

getting in the car, I spotted Faris in

"Lonehawk!"

I learned that Lonehawk

me. We weren't far apart, but the dim

back to me!"

in critical moments, it made perfect sense. Faris shrugged and

listen to what

Emily's opinion?

day had passed, and she was

been caught, and I had let her down. I got into the car, and leaned back in the seat, feeling

take you to the hospital," Dennis

opened the GPS on my

asked Dennis to drive to a spot not far

be putting her in danger? But if I don't take her back, Lonehawk is already exposed. He's in the same situation as me. She's in danger

"Even though Rhyns got away, he shouldn't be able

the hospital first," Dennis

my head, staring at

followed from a distance. We watched her get out

and walked slowly along

scare her, so I grabbed a jacket and put it

she ran. Helpless, I had to

come near me. Her calm expression was tinged with indifference, and I

I was wrong. Even if I caught every drug dealer in the world, hurting Emily was still my fault, a

were different. I could feel that her disappointment was indeed different from her previous anger.

only warmth I felt was her panicked expression and the

a doctor from the military hospital to our home. During the bullet extraction, she stayed by my side the

was somewhat grateful for that bullet. I didn't even mind playing the pity card in front of her. As long as Emily didn't leave immediately, and gave me a chance and some time, I would show her how much I loved her. She was curious about the gunshot

still took care of me as before, but she had changed. I could see the cracks

I recovered, we would get

how could I agree to

book, shamelessly and persistently, just to earn her forgiveness and keep her. In front of her, I

thought I