Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 339

Chapter 339

Carter's voice came back promptly from the other side.

"I was about to inform you that I've just received a topographic map of the area. I'll be making my way over and will be planting two mines when I get there," said Carter. "Acquiring mines in a dump like Lightspring is as easy as buying a pack of chips, but it took me half the day just to get my hands on this map.”

Vinson merely grunted as he watched the few cars parked by the hillside mansion drive over to the fork.

Carter's car could cover five kilometers in the blink of an eye, and the mines were buried in place in a jiffy.

Once the cars were cleared out, his subordinates spread themselves out and lay in ambush nearby in a process that came up to no more than ten minutes.

His enemies were the ones who had the advantage of striking from the dark, which he had no means of retaliation from his own vulnerable position. This time, the roles were reversed as they were the ones who now wielded the element of surprise.

Vinson's clutched fingers tightened against themselves, for what was owed to Arielle and himself from before would be settled here once and for all.

Letting his enemies die in an explosion would be too easy on them, but he was more concerned about complications should he fail to see through a swift resolution.

Beside him, Jordan's perturbation percolated as well, and he persisted in asking, "What if that bugger doesn't show up himself? What if he only sent out some small fries to us? Wouldn't our efforts all end up in vain?"

Vinson's steely eyes were riveted to that distant fork in the road. "He'll be here."

Did we not go to extreme lengths and do everything possible to lure him out?

He remained uncertain of his counterpart's identity and was even less clear as to why the latter had been scheming against him so viciously time and again. However, the depth of his enemy's desire to end him meant that he or she would not likely walk away from this golden opportunity to tread on his own corpse for him or herself.

Be it just a gut feeling, he was almost certain that he might be right about his conjecture.

He had been quite dismissive when Arielle spoke of a sixth sense previously, but now, he had actually felt its relevance for himself.

Jordan shrugged. "You better be right about that. That fella's been coming at us time and again, so he should consider himself lucky to be blown to bits! I'm sure as hell going to give his dead body a good flogging_afterward just to let off some steam!"

Without answering, Vinson kept his eyes to the fore and narrowed them suddenly a couple of minutes later.

"We've got company!"

Jordan craned his neck over and saw scores of black vehicles race their way.

He cussed and said, "How brazen of them to travel with so many men in tow! From the looks of it, it might seem that the head honcho's really here!"

"Hardly so." Vinson shook his head. "It seems that our enemy was so certain of my demise that he has to come to see to it personally."

Jordan was irked into a scoff. "Better for us then! Let's see who gets to walk over whose cadaver! I'm definitely going to cut him up and feed him to the dogs!"

His agitation was understandable, as not only did their foe target Vinson alone while they were hidden, they had also indiscriminately brought harm upon the four most prominent families which they led. Thus, the four of them, inclusive of Harvey, had nothing but contempt for their counterpart.

Vinson took a deep drawl, and anyone who knew him understood that this was habitual to him whenever he was pumped up.

This was the decisive moment, be it for victory or defeat, as only a few hundred meters separated the convoy and where the mines were buried.

In the last black vehicle, a man in pure white with a

handgun tucked inside the belt around his waist evoked a blood-lusted visage.

Gerald, who was riding shotgun, had never seen this expression on the man before and could almost feel the temperature inside the car plummet. It's a good thing that the mansion's finally within reach!

Gerald pointed to the hillside mansion not too far away. "There it is! Shall we stop the car somewhere and try to sneak up on it, Duke?"

The man shook his head. "We'll hit it straight on!"