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Chapter 1061: Almost there

Chapter 1061: Almost there

"Watch out!"

PHEW!

Elliot’s breath hitched when Ram’s weight landed on him. They both fell on the ground with the latter on top of him. He intuitively placed a hand on Ram’s back, feeling this thick and hot liquid drenching his back. Even without looking at it, Elliot knew what it was.

Blood.

"He’s shot!" he shouted, but before he could even say what happened, Ram’s men already rushed to them with bullet-proof vests to cover them. Ram’s other men pulled out their weapons, dispersing to find the shooter.

"Mr. President!" Elliot gazed down, shaking Ram aggressively. "Mr. President, can you hear me!?"

"Ugh..." Ram let out a short grunt, keeping a hand on the ground while the rest of his body leaned on Elliot. He ground his teeth, breathing growing jagged, the pain in his back spreading.

Elliot instinctively pressed Ram’s back, putting pressure on his gunshot wound. Looking up, all he saw were a few of Ram’s men surrounding them while holding bulletproof vests over them. They couldn’t move from their spot at the moment without compromising both Elliot and Ram’s well-being while shots were being fired.

"Get... get... out of here," Ram breathed out with great difficulty. Despite his dwindling consciousness, Ram reached out to one of his men, who was covering for him. He clasped his chest, pulling him down with the little strength he had. "Take this guy away from here. I’m not... I’m not their target... I’ll be fine."

"What are you saying, Mr. President?"

"The children," Ram spoke through his ragged breath, looking back at Elliot. "If you don’t get them, they’ll die."

"It’s the same for you!"

Ram didn’t answer anymore and simply held Elliot’s eyes. He patted the latter’s shoulder before he pushed himself away.

"Mr. Dunkel, I’ll stay with him," said one of Ram’s men to Elliot. "While the rest will escort you out of here."

Elliot’s eyes burned as his expression twisted bitterly. He darted his eyes at the men covering them, only to see them nod in determination. Their boss was dying and yet, they would leave their injured boss behind to save him?

Why?

For a moment, confusion dominated Elliot’s mind, as he couldn’t understand Ram and his people. But after a second, the man who volunteered to stay with Ram went down on his knee. He took Ram’s arm and placed it over his shoulder.

"The Reapers are here," Ram breathed out as soon as his bodyguard lifted him off of Elliot. "I’ll be fine."

Elliot’s eyes shook, observing Ram’s paling complexion.

"Compared to my life, those children... they do not deserve to die just because they were born with a healthy organ or a rare blood type," added Ram under his breath. "They needed more saving than I do."

It wasn’t like Elliot didn’t know that. Just before the shooting, he had a sudden conclusion in his mind. However, leaving Ram behind struck his pride, ego, and even principles. Then again, this was the underground. Regardless of his attachment to someone, Ram was a former mob. Ram was still a mob at heart, even with the title of president.

"Mr. Dunkel, hurry!" one of Ram’s men held Elliot’s shoulder to pull him up.

Elliot didn’t move for a second, eyes fixed on Ram. "No." He shook his head. "I’m not going to leave you behind."

"Elliot."

"I’m doing this not because I am being heroic. I’m doing this because I am the small splint in the Interpol’s throat they want to get rid of." Elliot grabbed Ram’s collar, eyes burning, teeth grinding. "I can’t do this alone. I needed your help, and you can’t die or fall until I get rid of every single corrupt that is plaguing the government."

Ram’s already dilating eyes went wider upon Elliot’s sentiments.

"Help me get him up," Elliot roared to one of Ram’s men, who was willing to leave him behind, just because they were told to. "We don’t have time!"

"Ye — yes!"

Regardless of Elliot’s stubbornness, one of them helped Elliot carry Ram. They put the latter’s hand across their shoulders. The rest took cover, raising the bulletproofs to cover their heads. They surrounded Elliot and Ram, whom Elliot and the other man were carrying to their car.

"You are... stubborn," Ram breathed out, fighting himself not to fall unconscious. "You remind me... of someone."

Elliot kept his eyes ahead, peeking through the gaps between the shoulders in front of him as they made their way back to the car. "If that someone is Hera Cruel, then save it. I am not anything like her — at least, I’m not as creative."

"Hah." Ram chuckled, only to wince and cough in pain. "I think the bullet hit my spine."

"Just hang on a bit. We’re almost there."

Ram blinked wearily, clenching his teeth as he tried to take a step to lessen their burden. If only he would endure the pain for a bit more, they could reach their service faster. But every time he took a step, it hurt him like hell.

Blood squirted from his back, gushing down to his clothes. Droplets of blood left traces on the ground, rounds of gunfire rang across the area, and the acrid scent of gunpowder lingered in the air.

"We’re almost there," Elliot remarked quietly. "Almost there..."

Elliot heard this faint ring coming from somewhere else when they were about a meter and a half from the sedan. Before he could wonder where it came from or what it was, the sedan they were approaching exploded.

The explosion forced everything around its vicinity to fly away. Ram, Elliot, and the men covering for them were thrown away like pieces of paper. Fortunately, those who were walking ahead of them were holding bullet vests before them, saving them from the deadly heatwave caused by the explosion.

"Ugh!" All of them grunted as they rolled on the floor.

Ram, whom Elliot and his assistant were carrying, landed with the most minimal impact. However, because of the wound on his back, he couldn’t help but let out a painful scream.

"Ugh..." Elliot felt his brain bounce around his skull. His ears were ringing a flat line and for a moment, everything around him appeared spinning. He propped his elbow on the ground, rolling to his side, trying to gather his thoughts as fast as he could.

After a minute, Elliot’s eyes fell on Ram and how he was squirming in pain. He furrowed his brows and then turned his head to the fire engulfing the cars they were headed.

"No," he whispered, eyes on the wild flames, which caused a second explosion to the already burning car. He raised his arm over his face and then peeked over it.

"The attack..." he trailed off because this explosion proved many things. "... I was truly meant to die tonight, huh?"