CHAPTER 7: THIRD MAINLAND BRIDGE BLOODSHED
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CHAPTER 7: THIRD MAINLAND BRIDGE BLOODSHED
Krueger smashed the monitor with his fist, turning to leave just as the
front doors of the cafe were kicked off their hinges by heavy combat
boots. He didn't draw his gun; instead, he grabbed a heavy metal desk
chair, swinging it into the face of the first mercenary to enter. The
impact shattered the man's tactical visor, sending him crashing into his
squad mates.
Krueger fought his way up the stairs into the street, hijacking a parked
black Mercedes sedan. He jammed the car into gear, tearing down the
access road toward the massive concrete structure of the Third Mainland
Bridge—the only escape route that could take him across the lagoon toward
the outer industrial zones of Lagos where he could lose his pursuers.
As the sedan hit the long, expansive bridge, the rain intensified,
turning the sky into a dark void. The headlights of his car caught a line
of three blacked-out SUVs parked horizontally across the eight-mile
bridge, completely blocking all lanes. Krueger didn't slow down. He
pressed the accelerator to the floor, targeting the gap between two
vehicles. A second later, heavy automatic rifle fire opened up from the barricade.
Dozens of high-velocity rounds tore through his windshield, showering him
in safety glass. Krueger ducked below the dashboard, steering purely by
memory and instinct as the car slammed into the blockade at ninety miles
per hour with a catastrophic scream of tearing steel.
The Mercedes flipped into the air from the impact, rotating violently
over the concrete guardrail before plunging downward toward the black,
churning waters of the Lagos Lagoon below.
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