The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 232

Vivienne and her gang coldly watched as white marks that were punched into their car windows by the pursuing killers.

After getting shot in Havenwood last time, Percival had all their cars bulletproofed, even the tires, so they didn't worry much about the thugs breaking the windows. But there were just too many bikers. No matter how Percival swerved and dodged, he would knock down one man only to have several more take his place. Some bikers, even after being knocked down, would intentionally slide their motorcycles under the car. If it weren't for Percival's skills, they might have crashed. After a stretch of road, to the right of the highway was a steep drop, with train tracks below. A wrong move could send them tumbling down onto the tracks. Ahead, just like before, the bikers had blocked the road with a semi-truck.

The road was too narrow this time. The semi-truck alone was enough to block their way, and the wreckage of the cars they had blown up earlier left them no room to retreat.

In a fair fight with no constraints, Vivienne could take them all out.

But here, they were limited by the area and just had to replace a way to escape.

Suddenly!

Vivienne's ears perked up as she looked towards the tracks.

The distant sound of a train horn was growing louder. A freight train, with its lights blazing and horn blaring, was coming from afar.

"Mr. Wolf, want to take a gamble?" Vivienne asked Percival, pointing at the train.

"Sure!" Percival immediately understood her intent. With a twist of the wheel, their car flew off the cliff and towards the train below.

"Ah!" Leopold screamed and clutched Anna in despair. "Why didn't you ask if I was okay with this?!"

"Shut up, Husky!" Anna snapped. Her ears were aching from his loud cowardice.

It was a risky move. If Percival miscalculated, they might crash directly into the train or even fly over it and plunge off the cliff on the other side.

But there were no ifs.

With a loud thud, their car landed on top of the train.

The bikers were stunned.

But they quickly reacted and followed Percival's car down onto the tracks.

Some crashed into the train and were ground to a pulp by the spinning wheels, while others flew over the top and fell from the cliff on the other side.

But there were still a dozen or so who managed to land on the train.

They dismounted their bikes with weapons in hand and advanced towards Vivienne's group.

Vivienne and the others stepped out of the car to face the bikers.

The train roared on as the cold wind howled behind them, whipping their clothes and tousling their hair.

In the vast night sky, the lonely moon hung high. Its cold light cast long shadows on them.

The bikers attacked first, rushing at them with their weapons.

Vivienne and her crew fought back.

One of them swung his bat at Vivienne's head. They were all dressed in tight leather jackets and pants, and their helmets made Vivienne's needles useless. She ducked and, with a swift kick, sent him sprawling off the train.

Two more tried to attack her while she was still on the ground, but she nimbly flipped over them, using their backs as a springboard to kick them off the train as well. Her ruthlessness stunned the others, making her the target of their attacks.

With multiple attackers, Vivienne could only focus on those in front of her, leaving her back exposed to others.

But when she sensed someone sneaking up behind her, she dodged, accidentally falling off the edge of the train.

"Vivienne!"

Percival's pupils contracted. He kicked away the biker in front of him and rushed over to grab Vivienne's hand.

Vivienne clung to Percival's arm, hanging off the side of the train. Below her, the train wheels spun rapidly as the sound of metal grinding against metal filled the air.

In order to save her, Percival left his back open. Three bikers swung their baseball bats at him.

Percival grunted in pain and fell to one knee on the metal roof, but he quickly straightened up as his hand still gripped Vivienne's tightly.

Vivienne's eyes hardened. With a push off the side of the train, she swung back up onto the roof, knocking down the three bikers who had attacked Percival. The train continued to barrel through the night, the conductor oblivious to the fierce fight happening on the roof of his train.

A tunnel loomed ahead, and the train entered it at high speed.

Percival glanced at the tunnel and whistled a special signal.

At the same time, Vivienne, Anna, and Leopold all dropped down in unison.

They all understood. It was the Vanguard Agency's code for "get down."

Leopold didn't need to be told, and Vivienne and Anna had both learned the signal from their mother.

The remaining bikers stood there, stunned by their sudden move. Before they could react, the train they were on entered the tunnel.

In the darkness of the tunnel, there was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of bones brutally breaking and bodies heavily hitting the metal roof of the train.

Then all was quiet again. Only the cold wind carrying the scent of blood to Vivienne and her group remained.

With a long blast of the horn, the train emerged from the tunnel. The lonely moon looked down from the sky as its cold light illuminated the decapitated bodies on the roof.

Several helmeted heads were scattered about the metal roof of the train. One happened to roll in front of Leopold, startling him. He leaped to his feet, sending the head flying with a swift kick. "Damn! That's even more gruesome than 'Final Destination.' This is sickening!"

He wiped his cheek, which was moist from the blood splatters of the decapitated bikers in the tunnel. The sight made his stomach churn. "I think I'm gonna hurl..."

And true to his word, he began to retch over the side of the train.

Anna, after standing up, also felt physiological discomfort from the blood stains on her clothes. Yet Vivienne and Percival seemed unfazed, especially Vivienne. She had a medical background.

Back at Elite University, she was known for her ability to multitask. She would dissect cadavers while watching 'The Little Mermaid' and eating takeout. It was one of the three legendary tales of Elite University. Not to mention, she had witnessed Brody, the maniac, create a scene straight out of 'Resident Evil' in the maximum-security prison.

These things did not matter to her; she was more concerned about Percival's injury.

"Mr. Wolf, how's your back injury?"