Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1818

After driving through nearly another hour of foggy roads, their vision finally cleared up. The fog lifted, and Andrew's group had driven out of Gabo Creek province's territory, officially entering the Goldridge area.

"We're less than two hours from Goldridge now!" Lauren said happily.

Aspen asked curiously, "Lauren, have you been to Goldridge before?"

Lauren smiled. "Once, but that was back in high school. It feels like forever ago!"

Suddenly, a heavy slam struck the back of Andrew's car. His expression turned ice-cold as he jerked the steering wheel and switched to another lane. The Land Cruiser behind them aggressively followed, then accelerated hard to ram them again.

Francesca's face darkened. "What's this guy trying to do?"

Aspen's voice was sharp. "They rammed us the moment we crossed the border. This is deliberate."

Andrew glanced into the rearview mirror and saw another SUV, a BMW X5, roaring up fast. It was clear that they wanted to box him in.

"Everyone, hold tight and buckle up!" Andrew warned as he slammed the accelerator to the floor.

He was driving the brand-new Porsche Cayenne that Duncan had just delivered, perfect for this kind of highway showdown.

The sudden burst of speed caught the BMW X5 racing up from behind off guard.

Andrew kept the pedal down, pushing their speed up to 115 mph. However, the Land Cruiser and BMW X5 behind them gave relentless chase, refusing to let up.

Lauren checked the passenger side mirror and said quickly, "Honey, I can't see who they are clearly. The license plates aren't from our Gabo Creek province either; they're from the Goldridge area."

Andrew said calmly, "I don't care where their plates are from. If they want to play with their lives, then let's play!"

His car had already pulled even with Zachary's.

Zachary gritted his teeth and hit the gas hard, but his speed had already maxed out as the two cars behind closed in on him.

Francesca muttered, "This is bad. Zachary's driving a junkbox."

Aspen blinked. "Why do you call his car a junkbox?"

Francesca facepalmed. "Come on! That thing's slower than a shopping cart downhill! "

Aspen argued, "You're exaggerating there!"

"Doesn't matter! His car just can't outrun a Land Cruiser or an X5!"

Aspen looked confused.

Lauren suddenly screamed, "Oh no! Zachary's car is surrounded!"

Andrew was already far ahead, but when he checked his rearview mirror, sure enough, Zachary was trapped between the two pursuing cars on his left and right. He had tried several maneuvers but could not escape their encirclement.

The other driver rolled down his window, revealing a scarred, pockmarked face, and snarled viciously, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Andrew calmly called out, "Aspen, you're up!"

Aspen rolled down her window, and somehow a sheathed dagger had appeared in her hand. The two men in the Land Cruiser were still cursing and threatening, trying to ram their car.

Aspen flicked her wrist with perfect aim. The dagger went straight into the driver's forehead, and his hands on the steering wheel instantly went rigid. The passenger suddenly panicked and grabbed for the steering wheel, trying to save the vehicle, but it was too late.

Andrew floored the gas, and the Cayenne accelerated away. Behind them, the Land Cruiser first veered left toward the mountain wall and then jerked hard to the right.

Finally losing its balance completely, it flipped onto the road surface, and the momentum sent the vehicle tumbling straight down the mountainside. There was no doubt it would be a scene of complete carnage.

Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen were all still shaken, having broken out in cold sweats.

"Who were those people exactly? They were clearly trying to kill us!"

It was not until they entered downtown Goldridge that the three women finally felt safe.

After finding their hotel, Andrew handed his car over to the hotel staff to get it repaired. He then went to find Zachary, whose face looked grim.

"Those cars were obviously using fake plates. I don't have any enemies here in Goldridge, so whoever did this was probably from Gabo Creek province."

Andrew's expression remained completely calm. "As long as it doesn't affect your selection test, that's all that matters. Let's go. We're heading to the Southern Martial Union headquarters."