Chapter 35: Easy Fight?
The roar of the aggressive Ducati engine tore through the darkness of night, carrying C far away from the chaos in front of Ivansia’s house.
He knew exactly what he had to do next. His gaze was locked on the phone mounted on his bike’s holder.
A small red dot blinked steadily on the screen, moving across the digital map. It was the GPS tracker Luna had slipped onto the corrupt policemen’s car earlier.
C followed that trail, his mission crystal clear: retrieve the briefcase that Ivansia’s father had handed over to the crooked cops.
He rode at a moderate speed, careful to keep his distance so as not to be spotted. His mind dissected every possibility like a machine.
Based on the loops he’d experienced before, he expected the police car to stop beneath a deserted overpass, a place they often used for shady deals or just to lay low.
But tonight, something was different. The red dot kept moving, past the overpass, further and further toward the outskirts of the city. If he had eyebrows, they’d be furrowed in surprise. Something had changed.
C pulled his bike off the road several dozen meters from the target location, hiding it deep behind a dense thicket to ensure it stayed invisible.
The forest would be the perfect battleground for him. The thick trees, high shrubs, and shifting shadows offered unparalleled cover.
He dismounted, moving with the silence of a phantom. Every step was deliberate, his boots pressing down on dry leaves without a sound.
He crept through the woods, searching for the perfect vantage point to watch unseen.