Chapter 185

Tristan crushed the cigarette underfoot, hooked Karl by the neck, and yanked him down for cover. With a thunderous "Boom", the car jolted violently. Even though it was bulletproof, this kind of onslaught was pushing its limits. Karl's eyes were blazing red as he growled, "You need to go. Keeping yourself alive means keeping Megan safe too!" Tristan cracked a smirk. "No way. We're getting out of here together." He kicked the door open, and the two darted out, diving behind cover in a flash. Tristan tossed him two automatics. "Sniper. Two o'clock ahead of you. You know how to shoot, right?" Karl let out a cold laugh. "What guy doesn't?" Tristan burst out laughing, "Still, I'm more accurate." Karl shot him a glare. "You're such a jerk." He tossed his lighter. It hit the ground with a snap—at the same time, he fired a precise shot toward two o'clock. A glint from a mirror hidden in the bushes betrayed the sniper's spot. Tristan's eyes narrowed, and he fired a few rounds toward ten o'clock—