chapter 084 Life and Death
A terrified scream echoed through the night, the sound a chilling accompaniment to the violent collision that sent Sharon's Lamborghini careening off the road. The vehicle's airbags deployed in a futile attempt to cushion the brutal impact, but the car was left a twisted, unrecognizable wreck. "Damn it!" Eric cursed, shaking his head vigorously to clear the disorienting fog of shock. He quickly turned his attention to Sharon, who was slumped in the passenger seat. She had been on the side that bore the brunt of the truck's assault. A trickle of blood stained her forehead, and she seemed to have lost consciousness. "Sharon! Sharon!" Eric called out, his voice a desperate plea as he fumbled for his phone to dial 911. His heart pounded in his chest as he noticed the truck reversing, its headlights glaring menacingly in the darkness. With a roar of the engine, it surged forward, its intent clear - it was aiming for another collision. Eric's initial assumption of a simple traffic accident evaporated. This was no accident. This was an assassination attempt. "I must get away!" Eric thought, gritting his teeth against the pain that coursed through his body. He tried to start the Lamborghini, but the engine sputtered and died. The truck was closing in, its monstrous form growing larger in the windshield. Panic surged through him as he tried again and again to start the car, but to no avail. The collision was inevitable. To his horror, another vehicle slammed into the back of the Lamborghini. Through the rearview mirror, he recognized the white SUV. It was Wolfman's car. The SUV accelerated, pushing Eric's car forward just as the truck crashed into them again. The deafening sound of the impact filled the air, but this time, the truck didn't hit Eric's Lamborghini. It hit Wolfman's SUV. Wolfman had taken the hit for him. The SUV was crushed, smoke billowing from its mangled form. "Wolfman!" Eric shouted, his voice filled with dread. The truck was already reversing, preparing for another strike. Eric glanced at Sharon, still unconscious in the passenger seat. He had to get her out of the car. But the door was jammed shut. Just as despair threatened to consume him, he heard a noise from behind. Through the shattered rearview mirror, he saw Wolfman emerge from the wreckage of the SUV. The truck was charging towards them again, but Wolfman didn't flinch. He pulled out a small knife and charged at the truck. "Wolfman, spare the life of the truck's owner! He might give us some leads!" Eric shouted. Wolfman leaped onto the truck, shattering the side windshield and disappearing inside. The truck screeched to a halt beside the Lamborghini. Wolfman had taken control. He emerged from the truck, dragging the driver out and heading towards Eric. Seeing this, Eric finally allowed himself a sigh of relief. He called out to Sharon again, checking her pulse. It was weak, but it was there. He quickly dialed the emergency services. Wolfman approached the Lamborghini, ripping off the deformed car door with ease. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked, looking down at Eric. "I'm fine," Eric replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead and climbing out of the car. He ignored the pain that throbbed through his body, his attention focused on Wolfman. The man was injured, a fresh trail of blood staining his forehead. "No need to worry, this minor injury means nothing to me," Wolfman said calmly. "Wolfman, do you know first aid? My friend passed out in the car," Eric said anxiously. "I know some battlefield first aid. I'll go take a look. You can take care of this person for now," Wolfman replied, handing Eric his knife and gesturing towards the truck driver. Eric took the knife, holding it against the driver's neck. The man had almost taken his life, and for that, Eric was furious.
In that instant, the truck driver's complexion drained of color, his features contorted by palpable terror. "Speak up! Who sent you? Who commanded you to carry out this act?" Eric's gaze bore into the truck driver, his eyes radiating an icy menace that could freeze one's soul. Simultaneously, he tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand, the pressure causing a thin rivulet of blood to seep from the truck driver's neck. "No... no one sent me! I was not ordered by anyone!" The truck driver managed to grind out through clenched teeth. Eric squinted at him, his skepticism evident. "We're strangers. Do you honestly expect me to believe that no one ordered you to do this?" His interrogation continued relentlessly.He had earlier instructed Wolfman not to kill the driver, for he was certain that this was no random act of violence, but a premeditated attempt on his life. The driver was merely a pawn in this deadly game, and Eric intended to use him to expose the puppet master pulling the strings from behind the scenes. "Believe it or not, I truly wasn't ordered by anyone! It was just a normal traffic accident!" The truck driver maintained his stance with stubborn insistence. "A traffic accident? Do you realize that this is attempted murder? The maximum penalty for which can be death!" Eric's eyes narrowed further as he retorted. "Do whatever you please, kill me or torture me! I swear I wasn't ordered by anyone!" The truck driver spat out, his face twisting into a grimace that resembled a smile. "Fool!" Eric's anger boiled over, and he landed a punch squarely on the truck driver's face. He was certain that the driver had been bribed handsomely to keep his lips sealed about the mastermind behind this plot. With his hands bound behind his back, the truck driver was unable to maintain his balance under the force of Eric's punch and toppled over onto the ground. "You worthless scum!" Eric spat out, his fury unabated as he kicked the fallen driver ruthlessly. Just then, Wolfman approached them. "Your friend has only fainted temporarily. She has some superficial injuries, but her life is not in danger," he informed Eric. Hearing Wolfman's words, Eric finally allowed himself a sigh of relief. It was clear that the truck driver had been targeting him. Sharon had been inadvertently caught up in this, and if she were to be harmed because of it, Eric would be consumed by guilt for the rest of his life. "Wolfman, who do you think could be the mastermind behind this?" Eric turned to look at Wolfman, seeking his opinion. "That's for you to figure out. It's likely someone you've recently offended," Wolfman replied with a calm detachment.
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