Moses turned his face, only to see Paul weakly leaning against the car seat, blood oozing from his brow.
Hit by a bullet from behind, he struggled to breathe, yet his hands still maintained the grip on the steering wheel, his foot still on the gas pedal.
"Paul!"
Moses cried out hoarsely.
In his arms, Gan Tang raised her puzzled face. Before she could lift her little head, Moses pressed it back down.
"Don't look, sit tight, Uncle will drive!"
Behind them, flickering lights — it was the car headlights — evidently, the enemy hadn't given up and was still pursuing them.
This was no time for sorrow.
Settling Gan Tang in the seat, he gripped the steering wheel, forcefully pushed Paul's body out of the car, and seated himself in the driver's seat.
Glancing at Paul's distant body in the rearview mirror, Moses gritted his teeth in silence.
Paul, if I survive, I'll bring you home!
