"So, what do you think? My car's parked over there. We could go grab them."
Peter said, breaking the silence as they made their way through the city.
"That's a great idea," Panan replied, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "I know a shortcut. We can use an old abandoned road to surprise them."
Panan hadn't expected Peter to go with her, but now that he was on board, she was more than eager to go after Nash. Originally, she'd been thinking about how to convince Peter to help her deal with Nash alone, but now things were different. Together, they'd have an advantage.
Without wasting another moment, Panan revved the engine, and they sped down the road. The tunnel where Nash's gang was holed up was only a couple of kilometers away.
"Are you ready?" Panan asked as she brought the car to a sudden halt at the entrance of the tunnel.
Peter nodded, giving her an encouraging smile. "Let's do it."
Without further hesitation, Panan slammed her foot on the gas, and they plunged into the tunnel, weaving through the tight spaces and obstacles. The sound of the engine roared as they pushed forward.
"Looks like we've reached the Sword Club's territory," Peter observed, scanning the area ahead.
As they neared the compound, chaos erupted.
"Someone's here!" One of Nash's men shouted, his voice tinged with panic.
"You've made a huge mistake!" another grunted, reaching for his weapon.
Panan didn't hesitate. Grabbing her sniper rifle, she aimed at the closest enemy and took him down in one clean shot.
"Nash! Didn't expect me to come back for you, huh?" Panan yelled, her voice laced with fury. "You think you can mess with me? I'll show you the consequences of messing with the wrong person!"
Inside his office, Nash's face went pale as he heard Panan's voice through the intercom. He had a sinking feeling that things were about to get ugly. If Panan had come back with the Adekado family's help, he'd be in real trouble.
"Shit! That crazy woman—how many of them are out there?" Nash growled, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
One of his men replied quickly, "Boss, there are just two of them, a woman and a man."
"Two people?" Nash's eyes narrowed. "Well, that's just perfect. Let's show them what happens when they mess with the Chaos Knife Club!"
But as Nash stormed out to confront the intruders, he saw Peter, holding a smart rifle with a military-grade design, locking eyes with him.
"What the hell is that thing?" Nash muttered under his breath, shrinking back. The rifle was unlike anything he'd seen before, designed to do exactly one thing: kill. It wasn't like the usual weapons he encountered.
Before Nash could react, Peter fired. His smart rifle, equipped with a precise targeting system, took out every man trying to hide behind cover, one by one.
"Holy crap, that thing's deadly!" Nash cursed under his breath, taking cover himself.
The remaining gang members, realizing their situation, grew frantic. They weren't prepared for this kind of attack.
Peter and Panan continued to clean up the mess. The few gang members who hadn't been shot yet were too scared to show themselves. With everyone outside eliminated, they moved swiftly toward Nash's office.
As they approached, Peter kicked open the door. Nash, who was hunched over his desk, froze at the sight of the intruders.
"Panan! I was wrong!" Nash stammered, immediately dropping his weapon and throwing his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "I shouldn't have crossed you! Please, don't kill me!"
Panan walked toward him slowly, her eyes cold. "How many people have you hurt, Nash? You think you can just steal from my friends and get away with it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Nash said, his voice trembling. He looked over at Peter in desperation, but Peter said nothing.
"You know what I'm talking about," Peter spoke up, his voice sharp. "You were involved in a container heist a few days ago, right? That was your crew's doing, wasn't it?"
Nash blinked in confusion. "Container? What container? I don't know what you're talking about!" he protested, clearly flustered.
Peter sighed. "Don't lie to me, Nash. You know exactly what I mean." He raised his rifle, pointing it directly at Nash.
Seeing Peter's intent, Nash's fear intensified. "I swear I didn't do it! I didn't grab any container!"
But Peter wasn't convinced. "Don't waste my time. Your lies won't save you."
With one swift pull of the trigger, Peter ended it. Nash's head exploded with a deafening shot.
Panan stood nearby, watching as Nash crumpled to the floor. She spat in disgust, her voice full of contempt. "You were a fool, Nash. All that lying and scheming, and for what?"
Peter looked down at Nash's lifeless body, then glanced at Panan. "Well, that's one less problem to deal with."
Panan pulled out her phone and called Rogge, eager to report her success.
"Hey, Rogge, it's Panan."
"Panan? What's up?" Rogge replied, sounding disinterested.
"Well, I just dealt with Nash," Panan said smugly. "He's gone. I hope you're happy now."
Rogge's tone remained indifferent. "What about the goods from the Sixth Street Gang?"
Panan snorted. "Nash wasn't able to deliver. But if you beg me, maybe I'll help you out."
Rogge didn't seem fazed. "Help you? I already got my payment. But if you think you can solve everything on your own, well, you're mistaken."
Panan scowled, irritated by Rogge's calm demeanor. "Whatever. You don't need to remind me."
She ended the call abruptly, still seething.
Peter raised an eyebrow. "What now? You still think you're not in the clear?"
"I'll be fine," Panan said, her voice turning serious. "But I've got something else to check."
Peter gave her a puzzled look as she turned to him. "Do you know where your car is?"
"Yeah, it should be on the other side of the tunnel," Peter replied, gesturing toward the other end.
"Good. I'll check it out."
Panan hurried off toward her car, eager to inspect it. Meanwhile, Peter walked to the far side of the tunnel, where a few containers were stacked together. He wasn't sure which one held the prized car, but he knew he had to find it.
After unlocking the containers, he threw open the doors and looked inside. There, hidden under a cloth, was a sleek, glistening sports car. The moment Peter removed the cover, he recognized it immediately.
The Rayfield "Sword in the Stone." The top sports car, one of the most exclusive and expensive models on the market.
Panan, now back by Peter's side, took one look at the car and cursed. "Damn it, it's the Rayfield Sword in the Stone! No way!"
As a car enthusiast, Panan knew the value of this model. It was easily worth over 200,000 euros, and the fact that it was a first edition made it even more rare. For someone like Peter to have it... well, it didn't add up.
"Peter, you didn't tell me you could afford something like this," Panan said, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Peter smiled, shrugging nonchalantly. "I guess I'm full of surprises."
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