Chapter 701 A Planned Ambush
The truck rolled to a stop near Jim and Amelia, its tires crunching against the gravel road. Jim squinted, raising his brows, "Is this one of ours?" he mumbled, recognizing the vehicle as one belonging to the WHA.
The truck's doors creaked open, and two heavily armored female guards, their faces concealed by sleek black helmets, stepped out, their movements precise and professional.
Jim lowered his staff but kept a wary eye on them, "Who sent you?" he asked, his tone sharp.
One of the guards, her voice calm but emotionless, replied, "Our boss, Lawrence, sent us. We received a call for backup at this location. He asked us to bring a vehicle for transport."
Jim's eyes narrowed slightly, his senses picking up their strong and pure radiant mana. These were no ordinary guards—they were A Rankers, which was as expected of Lawrence's people.
"Lawrence sent you?" Amelia asked, a flicker of concern crossing her face, "But where is he? We haven't been able to reach him."
The second guard shook her head, "We don't know, ma'am. Our orders are to transport the VIP immediately if we don't hear from him. We are here to follow protocol."
Amelia exchanged a quick glance with Jim, "What do you think, professor?"
Jim sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow, "They're right. We can't waste time out here, especially with Hellbringer on the loose. Lawrence knew what he was getting into. We have to secure Remy and get him to the Bridge Station." He turned to the two guards. "Get the commander into the truck. Let's move out."
The guards nodded, moving with purpose as they approached Lenny's unconscious body. His chest heaved shallowly, and his skin was still marred by the dark green molten layer that had not fully dissipated. Remy watched anxiously from the truck, his eyes wide with shock. Seeing the previously smug and confident commander in such a state made the reality of Hellbringer's power sink in even more.
Hellbringer did that just by looking at him... Remy thought, swallowing hard. If he hadn't run out of mana...
The guards carefully lifted Lenny's limp body, carrying him into the truck, while Jim and Amelia readied themselves to follow.
But just before Jim could step inside, one of the guards stepped in front of him. "Sir," she said in a stoic voice, "we've inspected the commander's injuries. He requires immediate medical attention. Both of us are healers, and we can stabilize his condition until we reach the station."
Jim blinked, looking her over, "Then go ahead and heal him," he said, gesturing towards the back of the truck.
The guard hesitated, her helmet obscuring her expression, "It will require both of us to concentrate on healing a S Ranker of his stature. Someone will need to drive the truck."
Jim sighed and said, "I don't know how to drive an old-fashioned vehicle."
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