Once inside the car, Ethan finally felt a bit more at ease.
Forget snipers, he was sure even a rocket launcher wouldn't get through this beast of a vehicle.
No one spoke.
Leo and Williams still looked rattled. It was hard to believe that, in this day and age, someone had the audacity to fire sniper rounds from a rooftop in the heart of the city.
And not just any sniper, a Barrett M95.
How the hell had they smuggled something like that in?
And what about the woman driving?
She clearly wasn't just some random acquaintance. Both Ethan and Lyla seemed to know her.
After more than ten minutes of silence, Lyla finally spoke up.
"Celeste, what are you doing here?"
"Protecting your precious boyfriend, obviously," Celeste replied.
She had already ditched her mask, sunglasses now perched atop her head. Dressed in sleek black combat gear, she had an undeniable presence—cool, sharp, and utterly unfazed.