These men had been lying in wait for Leon all along.
When they received intel about his route, they cut off traffic behind him, and blocked the flow ahead too.
For a full stretch of highway, only Leon's car remained.
The moment the Diomas Nilo appeared in sight, they opened fire!
They weren't some neighborhood street gang.
They were Eteon Corporation's kill team—cold, ruthless, efficient.
Humanitarian rules didn't exist in their dictionary.
If civilians were in the crossfire, so be it. Orders were clear: no survivors.
Gunfire erupted, rattling the night.
Inside the car, Elena and Hattie both went pale, instinctively ducking low.
Their training as police and operative showed—dodging bullets had become a reflex.
Luckily, Leon's Diomas Nilo wasn't just any car.
Its bulletproof design covered everything—from the glass to the tires.
No matter how hard they fired, bullets bounced off harmlessly, clinking away like pebbles against steel.
The supercar roared forward, utterly unscathed.
"How the hell is this possible!?" shouted Jilong, the team leader, his voice cracking in disbelief.
Their plan had been simple: riddle the car with bullets, blow out the glass, shred the tires, flip the body into the air, and reduce everyone inside to pulp.
Instead?
The windshield didn't crack.
The tires didn't pop.
The paint didn't even scratch.
Even the paint job was bulletproof!
"What kind of monster car is this!?" Jilong's scalp tingled.
The machine in front of him was less a car and more a tank in disguise.
As the Diomas Nilo closed in, speed building like a missile, panic spread among the ambushers.
"Move! Move!!" Jilong roared, diving out of the way first.
The others scrambled, scattering like ants.
Leon didn't so much drive as launch. His speed rivaled a missile's—nearly 1000 km/h.
Getting hit by that meant instant death, bodies reduced to paste.
Still, the Eteon mercenaries comforted themselves:
"No way he'll actually ram us."
"If he crashes, even his car won't survive."
"He doesn't have the distance to brake. He's trapped!"
But Leon's answer was merciless.
The Diomas Nilo straightened, locked onto their blockade of SUVs, and smashed forward like a cannonball.
BOOM!
The impact shook the earth.
Two blockade cars were sent spinning into the air, crumpling like soda cans before crashing down in a heap of twisted metal.
Windows shattered up and down the highway, alarms blaring in terrified chorus.
And the Diomas Nilo?
It burst through, barely slowing, its body intact—only a faint scrape along its armored skin.
The Eteon soldiers froze, eyes wide.
Was this a car, or an indestructible juggernaut?
Even Eteon's labs hadn't built anything like this.
So how the hell did a "nobody mechanic" like Leon end up driving it?
Jilong's face hardened. He inhaled sharply.
"Then let's see if he can survive what's next."
They'd planned for this possibility.
Ahead on the highway, ten heavy steel cables had been strung across the road.
Any normal car hitting them would either flip instantly, or be sliced clean in two.
And if by some miracle Leon survived that, there was more waiting:
rows of spiked barricades, hidden nets bristling with steel caltrops designed to shred any high-speed intruder.
"Let him laugh while he can," Jilong sneered. "He'll be dead within minutes."
He spat with contempt.
To him, Leon was nothing more than a stray garage rat—a back-alley tuner who dared challenge a multinational powerhouse like Eteon.
"A beggar challenging a king? With one finger, I can crush you."
His phone buzzed.
"The mines are planted," a cold voice reported.
Jilong's eyes gleamed. He hung up without a word.
This was the weight of Eteon: money, resources, reach.
Anyone foolish enough to resist them would be buried.
"Leon," Jilong laughed maniacally into the desert night.
"When you arrive in hell, don't forget to tell them who sent you—Eteon!"
Even though his first ambush had failed, he laughed like a man who'd already won.
And maybe, in his mind, he had—because Eteon had stacked the board with enough traps to kill an army.
For Leon to survive, he'd have to be faster than fate itself.
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