Chapter 1190:
Rylie’s black sedan rolled out through the hospital’s rear gate, flanked closely by security vehicles.
As the convoy approached a tight intersection leading to the main road, the piercing scream of brakes and the violent grind of metal shattered the air. A van that had lost control slammed into a turning garbage truck, triggering a chain reaction as several cars failed to stop in time — leaving shattered glass and twisted steel blocking the road completely.
Almost simultaneously, two elderly women nearby erupted into a heated argument that quickly drew a crowd. One suddenly collapsed with a sharp cry, her body trembling on the pavement, instantly pulling the attention of surrounding onlookers.
The two security guards who had just ended their shift instinctively turned toward the commotion.
Rylie leaned back in the rear seat, legs crossed, observing the chaos with a faint, knowing smile. “Clever,” she murmured to herself. “This is probably the most efficient hijacking setup they could have designed.”
Taking advantage of the brief distraction during the shift change, a white ambulance bearing only a faded red cross silently stopped alongside Rylie’s vehicle.
Two figures dressed as medical personnel slipped out from the ambulance’s side door — masked and capped, moving with swift, practiced efficiency. One raised a compact gray device and aligned it with the car’s door lock. Rylie caught the soft click of the mechanism but deliberately ignored it, continuing to read the papers in her hands as though nothing were happening.
Within seconds, the reinforced bulletproof lock yielded to the high-frequency resonance tool. Almost simultaneously, the second figure inserted a pen-thin device through the window gap and activated it with a single press.
Inside the vehicle, a faint sweet-almond scent filled the air. The driver, the bodyguard, and Rylie were overcome by sudden dizziness, their vision fading as they slipped into unconsciousness.
To sell the illusion completely, Rylie had taken no counteragent — she allowed herself to be subdued alongside the others.
From afar, Brad watched every second through his surveillance feed. When he saw the door give way and Rylie loaded onto a stretcher, his fingers tightened into a fist, a deep crease forming between his brows.
𝖣ow𝗻𝘭𝗈𝗮𝖽 𝗣DF𝘴 𝘧𝗿𝘦е 𝗈𝘯 𝗀𝘢𝗅n𝗼𝘷𝗲l𝗌.с𝗈m
The ambulance’s side door slammed shut. It reversed swiftly, turned smoothly into a pre-cleared alley, and vanished into the city’s tangled streets.
The front and rear security cars were trapped by the accident and the crowd. By the time they forced their way through, only an empty sedan remained, the air inside still laced with the faint trace of anesthetic. They played their parts flawlessly — searching urgently and making frantic calls, their panic entirely convincing.
Seated in the passenger seat, Melvin took command calmly. “Target secured. Proceed with Route B. Activate all signal jammers and move toward Mount Meridian for rendezvous.”
The ambulance raced through narrow lanes and side streets, swapping decals and plates twice before merging onto a freight road leading northwest toward the mountains.
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