chapter 4 Take action boldly ===

As gunfire erupted, chaos ensued.
Vehicles on the road frantically turned around to escape, and the taxi driver, ducking low, furiously turned the steering wheel, intending to flee the scene.
At this moment, Dunstan pressed down on the driver's shoulder, "Stop the car."
The driver trembled, startled by Dunstan's action, and responded in confusion, "What, what did you say?"
"Stop the car. I need to get out."
"Are you, are you crazy? Those are armed robbers, with guns. This is not the time to be a spectator."
Dunstan simply smiled faintly, "I didn't plan on spectating."
With that, he pulled the handbrake, and the car's disc brakes screeched loudly due to the forced stop.
"Before you go, please call the police, thanks."
The taxi driver was still in shock as Dunstan already opened the door, rolled out, and jumped down.
"Crazy."
"This guy is just crazy."
The driver released the handbrake and turned the wheel to leave.
After escaping the area and picking up speed, he followed Dunstan's instruction and dialed the emergency number, shouting in panic.
"On National Highway 107 near the airport, someone's shooting."
"What kind of gun? How could I know what kind of gun?"
"Bang, bang, bang, one shot turned a Mercedes door into a sieve, it's definitely not a water pistol."
Inside a Mercedes in the middle of the convoy, two bodyguards had already jumped to the back seat, protecting a dignified woman in her mid-twenties in the center.
There was also a man in his thirties in the back seat, now squeezed against the car door by four people crowded together.
"Hey, why are you all crowding over here? Who's going to drive?"
Neither bodyguard responded to this question.
One of them picked up a small black box, opened the lid, and pressed a button, his expression grave, "I've activated the location alert."
Although they were equipped with defensive firearms, the weapons were designed for protection, firing rubber bullets, rendering them practically useless against the robbers armed with shotguns.
The best outcome now would be for the security company's emergency response team to arrive quickly.
As for the police, they had little hope those would be of much help.
"Mr. Hayes, please stay calm, don't panic."
"As for Mr. Ingram, please take the front driver's seat to control the car, while we are responsible for protecting Mr. Hayes's safety."
Mr. Ingram was almost driven to curse out loud at this suggestion.
It was understandable that the bodyguards would protect Mr. Hayes, but why should he be pushed into the most dangerous position at the driver's seat?
The car in front had already been shot at, its door riddled with bullet holes, and the driver's safety was in serious doubt.
He didn't want to end up in the same situation.
"Mr. Hayes, I, I can't do that. If those robbers shoot at the windshield, my life will be in danger."
Mr. Hayes inhaled sharply, at a loss for how to handle the situation.
One of the bodyguards then said, "Mr. Ingram, being in the front gives you room to maneuver. Even if the robbers shoot, you'll have a chance to dodge as much as possible."
"To put it bluntly, we're sitting in the back to block bullets for Mr. Hayes."
"If you prefer, you can stay here, but if the robbers open fire, don't say I didn't warn you beforehand."
This left Mr. Ingram utterly stunned.
It seemed there was some logic to what they said.
But
Seeing the group of robbers already searching the Mercedes in front, and knocking out a bodyguard with the butt of their guns, his teeth clenched in anxiety, his head throbbing.
"Damn it,"
"Giselle has bodyguards to back her up, what do I have?"
"Damn, had I known, why did I bother trying to impress the incoming HR Director today?"
"I'm a Vice President, do I need to flatter others?"
With that thought,
Mr. Ingram found an unexpected courage, unlocked the door, and ran out frantically.
"There's someone running!"
Bang
The shotgun pellets exploded on the ground behind Mr. Ingram, causing him to speed up in fright, leaping over the hood of a sedan, and crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Don't bother with him, our target is Giselle."
Hearing this shout, Mr. Ingram, panting heavily, suddenly showed a wild joy of having escaped danger, "I bet right, haha, I'm safe now."
Meanwhile, with the car door flung open, the bodyguard who had been sitting next to Mr. Ingram erupted in anger, "This idiot, does he want to get Mr. Hayes killed?"
He was about to reach for the door to close it when a shot from the distance hit his arm, mangling it horribly.
But even then, he didn't cry out, the sudden pain numbing his nerves.
"Giselle is here!"
As the robbers approached,
The injured bodyguard decided to take a stand, telling his companion, "Protect Mr. Hayes, damn it, I'll cover."
"No!" Giselle tried to hold him back, but he had already charged at an approaching all-terrain motorcycle, tackling a robber to the ground.
However, another robber quickly shot him in the back, also hitting their accomplice, who passed out from the pain.
At this moment, Giselle was completely panicked, watching as several robbers approached, seemingly unavoidable.
The bodyguard beside her took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Hayes, they're after money, you won't be in life-threatening danger. Keep this on you; the emergency team and police will be able to track your location."
At the same time, They hadn't noticed that amidst the chaos controlled by the robbers, a figure was rapidly approaching with a heavy steering wheel lock in hand.
Mr. Ingram, hiding behind a car, gasped in shock, "Who is that person? What is he doing?"
Then, Dunstan made his move, seizing the moment to hurl the steering wheel lock. The heavy lock whistled through the air, circling before smashing a robber's head, bursting into a spray of blood.
Without even a groan, the robber fell from the motorcycle, unconscious.
"Damn it, kill him!"
A furious shout, and six shotguns were aimed at Dunstan.
With a calm demeanor and a faint smile, Dunstan held several pebbles in his right hand, launching them at the robbers with astonishing speed.
The force of the small stones was unbelievable.
Before the robbers could fire, the stones hit them, causing intense pain.
During this brief moment, Dunstan reached a motorcycle, kicked off two men with a powerful leap, and took control of the bike.
Buzz, buzz, buzz
The engine roared, and the front wheels lifted off the ground with immense force, charging straight ahead.
Dunstan leaped down, sending the bike crashing into another motorcycle.
After this series of actions, he casually walked towards the two men he had kicked off, delivering a kick to each, knocking them unconscious.
Then, he picked up a shotgun
Click, click...
He pulled the trigger, bang, bang, bang!
Firing five shots in rapid succession, each bullet hitting its mark, taking down seven or eight robbers.