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Chapter 1059: No fighting chance

Chapter 1059: No fighting chance

"That’s Hera Cruel. She’s here."

Myriads of questions surged in Romnick and his colleague’s mind the second those words flew out of his mouth. Did the Reapers have their eyes on them all this time? Did they know what their every movement was? How did she know they were here?

But they quickly realized that didn’t matter.

Hera Cruel was present and that fact alone meant trouble.

"Hera Cruel is present." The man seated in the front passenger seat raised his wrist to his mouth, warning their subordinates about the situation. "Motorbike in sight. Black, currently riding beside us."

"Boss Rom." After giving the warning to their subordinates, the man turned to Romnick in the driver’s seat. "What are we going to do?"

Romnick set his eyes on the road, thinking deeply. Even if Hera shoots them, the car is bulletproof. Therefore, he used this time to think about their situation and how to handle it.

"Boss Rom."

"Shut up." Romnick ground his teeth, panting. "I’m thinking."

The man pressed his lips into a thin line, gazing at the person driving beside them. She wasn’t holding any weapon with her. If anything, all she did was knock a few times before driving to keep up with them.

"I’ll shoot her," he announced in determination, waiting for Romnick to glance at him. "If I’m right, she’s alone."

"It’s wrong to act just with the mere fact that she’s alone," Romnick argued with a grim tone. "She won’t be here all alone if taking her down is so easy."

"Then, what are we going to do?"

"I don’t know. How can I figure that out if you keep talking?"

The man clenched his teeth in distress, glancing at Hera once more. This was not good. If they kept driving to the port, he was afraid Hera’s men were already waiting for them with open arms. But if they didn’t do anything at the moment, her men might just appear out of thin air.

Romnick clasped the steering wheel tightly, observing Hera from the corner of his eyes. A glint flickered across his eyes, taking a deep breath as he also thought the same thing as his subordinate. They either deal with her now or they would be dealt with later.

"I’m going to distract her," Romnick announced after a deep contemplation. "Tell them to shoot her once she’s distracted."

"Yes."

The man quickly executed the order, telling their men to shoot down Hera Cruel once an opening appeared. Everyone from the other side prepared their arms, ready to engage in a fight even though their enemy was just a single person.

After everything that had happened involving the reapers, they already learned their lesson. Underestimating any members of that group was foolish and warranted death. Let alone Hera Cruel herself. With that being said, everyone’s eyes were on the motorbike driving right beside the vehicle Romnick was driving.

Romnick, on the other hand, took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he reopened them, determination shone in them. He glanced at Hera again, about to turn the steering wheel against her. He was driving an SUV while she was on a motorbike. If he crashed his side against her, it would cause her imbalance. But just as Romnick was about to turn, Hera’s slowed down.

In a matter of seconds, she fell back and was now driving behind them.

"Impossible," Romnick blurted out with an aghast face, looking at the side mirror. "She didn’t read my mind, did she?"

The man in the front passenger seat looked at the rearview mirror with an aghast expression. With their speed, it wouldn’t be surprising that she fell behind in seconds.

"Are we in trouble?" the man blurted out quietly, his heart thudding. "Not good. I’ll shoot her myself."

Romnick didn’t stop the man as the latter picked up his weapon and wound down the window. As he did so, he ordered his men to shoot her or stop her. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that they got rid of her, so she stopped breathing down their necks.

But just as the man gave out the order and his side of the window was halfway down, they heard gunshots behind them. Romnick instinctively gazed at the rearview mirror while the other man looked back. While they were busy preparing, Hera continued to fall back until one of the escort cars caught up to her. Their subordinates opened fire the second she entered their vicinity, but for them to do so, they had to open their windows.

Surely, bad idea.

Romnick and the man with him saw their subordinates in the front passenger seat hanging over the window. Half of his body was inside the car while half of it was dangling over it. He probably opened his window and stretched half of his body out of it to shoot Hera over the roof. Obviously, that didn’t work because he was shot dead before he could pull the trigger.

With this failure, the driver of the car rolled the window just an inch to shoot her. But alas, that also didn’t work. Hera only slowed down, making the man shoot in the air. She then shot their tire, causing the car to lose balance before she picked up her pace again, slipping her rifle in between the inch gap in the window, and shooting the driver in cold blood.

Everything happened so fast that everyone who was with them could only process what they had witnessed. Their vehicles might be bigger, but the motorbike’s advantage was that it could switch lanes and squeeze itself through narrow spaces. Before they could recover from their shock, Hera quickly switched lanes, and in no time, she was driving beside another escort car.

This time, the men inside the car didn’t dare open their windows. They tried shrugging her off by bumping into her side but to no avail. She simply shot at their side mirror and then their tire. The next vehicle immediately spun out of control on the highway, subsequently crashing into another escort car.

"What are we going to do?" the man seated in the driver’s seat in the same vehicle as Romnick wondered in horror. He even forgot to roll up the window due to shock. "Opening the window means instant death, but if we didn’t, she’ll just come after our tires. And then death."

Romnick looked ahead, his expression blank. He couldn’t say anything because he also didn’t know what they should do. Fight her? Well, Hera wasn’t giving them a fighting chance.

All he could think of was that...

"We’ll shrug her off first," Romnick breathed out. "Forget about the port or fighting her. The road is the Reaper’s playground. Tell our men to disperse. We’ll meet each other in the warehouse. We have to split. Otherwise, she’ll take us all down in one sweep."

The man nodded immediately, shouting to his trans com, telling their men to split.