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“f**k s**t…” I cursed after I derived the meaning and implications of what he just said. “Stop the car… stop the car…” I shouted at him hitting the dashboard as I did. If they could get to him, they must have had their suspicion or an insider and also definitely they will be following him presently. He began to match on the brakes and was slowing the car down to a stop, then we heard the gun shots from bikers, his foot was immediately off the brake as he pressed on the acceleration, the side mirror on his side was gone and I could also see the pieces from the broken headlight fly over the bonnet. It was obvious he was the main target as he was of no use to them. One of the biker was already catching up on us, in fact I could see him already equal to the left rear seat of our cadilac. O
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