Before Mark's driver could even slam his foot onto the brakes, the car swerved to the left, cutting them off entirely and forcing his car to screech to a violent, smoking halt.
BANG! BANG!
The deafening roar of gunshots shattered the quiet evening. Yet, inside the blockaded car, there was no panic. No one scrambled, and no one tried to flee. They sat entirely still, bathed in the dark shadows of the tinted windows, waiting.
Believing they had successfully paralyzed their targets, the armed mercenaries stepped out of their vehicles. They walked closer to the car, weapon barrels raised, completely ready to force the doors open and drag Mark out into the night.
But the moment one of the men aggressively yanked the door open, expecting to find a defenseless Mark, the trap snapped shut.
A deafening shot fired from inside the cabin. A bullet tore straight through the lead mercenary, and he dropped dead instantly onto the asphalt.
