Chapitre 2: CHAPTER 2: IS THIS THE END?

It was already 5 in the afternoon in New York, and the bustling streets were a chaotic ballet of cars and pedestrians. Draymond was driving his sleek black sedan. He tightly gripped the steering wheel with his hand, and his eyes were focused on the road.

'Ugh! Traffic again. I want to go home. I'm so exhausted.' he muttered to himself.

He wanted to sleep, but sleeping was hard for him. He couldn't sleep due to the fear brought by his nightmares. Almost two decades had passed, yet the painful memories of yesterday continued to haunt him.

Draymond's mind raced as he drove through the city's complex streets. He carefully measured the gaps between cars, gauged his vehicle's speed, and considered the angles of possible turns.

Out of nowhere, a menacing black SUV showed up in his rearview mirror, darting recklessly through traffic, steadily closing in on his car. Panic started growing, but he knew he couldn't let fear control his actions.

'Dammit! Who the hell are these stupid morons following me?' he muttered angrily. 'Shit! I need to lose these idiots. I can't fight with them on this busy road. I need a less crowded place.' He pondered.

And then, he quickly maneuvered the steering wheel in another direction to throw off his pursuers.

"Lure them away, Dray," he muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

'I should have chosen a sports car. It's a good thing I opted for a sedan with a top speed of 207 MPH while these idiots are in an SUV with only 193 MPH top speed. And now calculate the distance and the speed.' he thought, stepping on the accelerator to increase the car's speed.

"Fucked! I am really their target!" A loud curse slipped through his mouth when the SUV drew nearer.

"Three cars away from them," he whispered, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, measuring their distance.

"Two! One! There you go!"

However, before he could speed away, the SUV trailed him off at the same speed.

"Damn it! These are professional hitmen. Their driving skills are too sharp. They can drive through traffic effortlessly. I'm their target!" he growled, clenching his teeth as he kept driving.

He skillfully made a sharp turn, and his sleek sedan moved between lanes with an almost unpredicted movement.

Meanwhile, the SUV, caught off guard by his abrupt speed, struggled to keep pace.

"Count, Draymond, count," he repeated urgently in his mind.

"Distance, speed." He quickly glanced at the speedometer, taking note of the exact miles per hour as he accelerated. The situation felt like a scene from a horrifying movie, an assassination attempt, and he was bound to outwit them while counting in his mind.

The SUV came closer, and Draymond knew he had only seconds to act. His left hand moved skillfully, reaching for the glove compartment, where he had stored a small, concealed handgun. He pulled the weapon into his lap.

Before he could shoot them, the hitmen inside the SUV began firing their guns in his direction. Multiple bullets struck Draymond's car, but he sped away along the highway.

"One shot," he muttered as he aimed at the SUV. 'Two shots. Three shots.'

Bullets struck the SUV's front tire with accurate calculation, making it swerve wildly, its tires screeching in protest. The vehicle veered off the road, ultimately crashing into a nearby lamppost.

Draymond's heart raced, and he knew the importance of staying vigilant. His habit of counting distinct movements and obsession with perfection had saved him. He quickly drove away from the scene, and the immobilized SUV faded in his rearview mirror.

Just as he started to ease his tension, a sudden, intense pain in his side shattered his focus. He hadn't realized he'd been shot during the intense exchange of gunfire a few minutes earlier, and now the excruciating pain was undeniable, making his vision blur.

"Argh! How did I not notice I got shot?" he whispered weakly, clutching his side with one hand while the other remained on the steering wheel.

Draymond's vision grew increasingly blurry, and his hold on the steering wheel weakened. Fighting to maintain control of the car, he realized he was drifting into unconsciousness, the pain in his side escalating with each passing moment. His weary body, exhausted from his ingrained counting habit, was gradually losing its strength.

Suddenly, he heard a car approaching and spotted another group of hitmen aiming their guns at his car tires. Several bullets struck his tires, making it stopped.

'What do I do now? Is this my final end?' he wondered.

"I don't have the strength to call for help anymore. Argh!" he gasped, the pain overwhelming him. He was so desperate to escape as he saw they were getting closer.

"God, it's my first time asking for your help. Please, help me. I still want to avenge my mother's death," he whispered weakly, his face drenched in sweat, pressed against the steering wheel.

"Step into the accelerator and push his car into the river. Let's end this mission now. Hahaha, I thought killing this bastard Draymond would be hard," one of the enemies yelled and pushed Draymond's car to fall into the Hudson River.

Minutes passed, and Draymond realized that his car was sinking into the water. Struggling to breathe, he felt the water slowly filling the car.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I failed to avenge your death. This is the first time my ultimate goal has failed. I now realize that no one else except myself can help me at this critical moment. I've dedicated my entire life to planning and seeking the justice you deserve, but it seems like God no longer favors me," he thought, his consciousness slipping away as the darkness closed in.

****

Exhausted from her work, Zarina decided to take a break along the Hudson River before heading home.

She thought about her client's recent requests while gazing at the river, savoring the cool breeze on her skin. The evening gradually grew darker as she took a leisurely stroll before leaving.

However, she heard a loud noise, as if something heavy had fallen into the water. Turning around, she saw a black car sinking slowly. Few people passing by barely noticed the commotion, and she realized she was the only one who could help.

"Zarina, if you ever know someone needs help, don't hesitate. Offering kindness to those in need can change their lives. You give them a second chance and spark positive change because goodness and helping others are like contagious viruses. The person you help becomes inspired to help others as well," she fondly recalled her grandmother's wisdom.

Quickly putting away her belongings, she jumped into the water, and her body cut through the surface.

'There's a person inside the car!' she screamed inside her mind as she saw the car.

Fortunately, she acted swiftly, and just as the car began to fill with water, she struck the window with all her strength.

Draymond's eyes widened as he heard a loud crash against his car window and saw a small figure struggling to break it.

"There's still hope. God has sent help," he whispered. Gathering all his remaining strength, he helped her in shattering his car window. Then, the woman helped him to swim to the surface. As soon as they reached the riverbank, Draymond lost consciousness, and Zarina struggled to catch her own breath.

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