The sleek black sedan carved its way through the winding mountain roads, the scenery outside a blur of towering pines and rugged terrain. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension, each occupant lost in their own thoughts, driven by their own motivations.
Zhang Kai sat in the back, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tightly. The pistol in his hand was a constant, silent companion, its presence a reminder of the stakes at play. Beside him, Sun Jingtian tried in vain to control the tremors that wracked his body, his face pale and beaded with sweat.
"Are we getting close?" Zhang Kai growled, his tone laced with impatience.
Sun Jingtian swallowed hard, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop. "Y-yes, sir. According to the coordinates, we should be nearing the location."
Lin Feng, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel, nodded jerkily. "There's a dirt road up ahead. I think that might be our turn-off."