CHAPTER 189.

Kendrick's pulse thundered in his ears as he barked orders through the loud screeching sound of tires and roaring engines. The two trucks carrying Xavier’s squad had shot past his car like dark phantoms, and he could see the faint glow of their taillights as they sped toward Valley Lane. The horizon was bare of pedestrians.

"Brown, keep your eyes sharp, ensure that the other drivers do not get there before you," Kendrick commanded, gripping the edge of the seat. His voice was terse, every syllable laden with urgency.

Brown, his knuckles white around the steering wheel, nodded sharply. "Got it, sir."

As the convoy of trucks faded into the distance, Kendrick felt the weight of every decision pressing down on him. He knew that if they didn’t act swiftly, Doctor Mash’s life would be terminated. The thought of their target's grim circumstances spurred him on. His mind reeled as a message dropped on his device, he swiftly brought out his phone, and his eyes widened as he read through t