Ambush

Leon drove straight towards the villa without stopping, his foot heavy on the gas as he raced on the coastal road curving sharply along the mountain's rugged spine. The ocean shimmered to his left, the sun dipping low, casting long shadows across the bay. He was halfway through a sharp curve when his spider-sense tingled.

Just as his instinct kicked in, he jerked his head to the side and a bullet sliced through the air, missing his temple by inches. His heart slammed against his ribs. 'Sniper.' 

From a bush on the hillside, a camouflaged figure frowned, his scope trailed the speeding car. 'How the hell did he dodge that?' He was good, damn good, and missing a shot at this range wasn't in his playbook. But Leon had moved like he'd sensed the bullet coming.

He fired again and just like before, Leon dodged again. He ducked low, the bullet punching through the windshield and the headrest, where his head had been. 

His gut twisted as he watched the scene unfold. 'This isn't an accident. This guy's weird, too weird.' He'd been so sure of himself moments ago, his sniper rifle steady in his hands. Leon was supposed to be an easy target, just some spoiled rich brat. But now? Now everything was spiraling out of control.

With a sharp curse, he tossed the sniper aside and yanked a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher from his stash that he'd brought along "just in case." He hadn't planned to use it; why waste firepower on trash like Leon? But this wasn't trash. This was something else entirely.

The guy's eyes narrowed as he steadied the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, locking it onto Leon's speeding sports car. Without a flicker of doubt, he squeezed the trigger. A rocket screamed through the air, its trail a blazing arrow of destruction aimed directly at the vehicle.

Inside, Leon's spider sense buzzed. In a split second, he threw himself from the driver's seat, twisting to the back. His hands grabbed the model, as he kicked the door open and hurled himself out. The rocket struck the car just as he cleared it.

*BOOM!*

Leon's car exploded as a roaring fireball engulfed it. Leon hit the ground rolling, the model clutched tightly to his chest. He sprang up, eyes scanning the mountainside beside him. With a surge of adrenaline, he darted to the slope, scaling the jagged rocks in seconds. He wedged the model into a sheltered crevice, safe from the chaos.

After three consecutive attacks, Leon had already marked the general location of the black suit man and took off, a blur of motion racing up the hillside toward his attacker.

The guy's face twisted, disbelief etched into every line. He knew Leon or at least thought he did. As Obadiah's trusted enforcer, he'd dealt with him before, always under the boss's dismissive sneers: "Waste, garbage, not worth the dirt under my boots." That's what Obadiah had drilled into him. 

The guy can't help but have a feeling of being dreaming. Otherwise, how could you see something that is impossible?

However, the things in front of him told him that this was not a dream, as he saw that Leon was getting closer and closer to himself. He hefted the rocket launcher again, firing off another wild shot.

However, it still failed to hit him as with a flicker of movement, Leon dodged.

 "Why is this guy coming so fast, Shit!" The guy cursed and tossed the launcher aside, fumbling for the pistol at his hip. His fingers trembled as he unleashed a frantic hail of bullets. They sliced through the air, but Leon wove through them effortlessly, his body a fluid blur.

Just as he emptied the magazine, Leon arrived in front of him, grabbed his throat with his right hand, and looked at him up and down. Although the guy was wearing camouflage, Leon recognized him. He was one of the bodyguards of Obadiah,

"Obadiah sent you, didn't he?"

The bodyguard heard him but didn't answer. Instead, he pulled a knife from his belt and swung the blade upward, aiming for Leon's throat in a last-ditch strike.

Leon's reflexes were lightning fast. His other hand shot out, seizing the man's wrist with bone-crushing force. The knife slipped from his grip, clattering to the ground as the bodyguard screamed, his arm going limp.

"AHHH" The bodyguard screamed.

Leon followed by a punch in his gut, knocking him out.

Leon stepped back and pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Tony's number.