Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 688

Pete's eyes twitched, and for a fleeting moment, he wanted to drag Felicia back just to teach her a lesson.

So, she had drawn out their negotiation and finally reached an agreement, only to turn around and sell him out?

Thinking it over, it became clear. The Special Operations Unit's timely arrival could only mean Felicia had tipped them off. Her so-called negotiations had merely been a ploy to buy time.

"Fine. I've underestimated you," Pete muttered, laughing bitterly. His expression darkened as he slid into the SUV. Once inside, the driver no longer hesitated. He slammed on the gas, and the high-performance vehicle roared to life, surging forward.

The sudden burst of speed caused everyone in the car to lurch backward. At this pace, breaking through the Special Operations Unit's encirclement wouldn't be a problem.

The robed man exhaled sharply, momentarily relieved. He took the chance to lash out at Pete, "Hey, are you even capable? You told me this operation would guarantee Felicia's capture, yet you botched it again. I… What's happening?"

Before he could finish, a sharp pop rang out from the front tire, and the vehicle jolted violently. The sudden change caused the SUV to fishtail wildly on the dirt path.

Fortunately, the driver was experienced and managed to stabilize the car quickly. But before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, another pop echoed—this time from the rear tire.

The robed man and Pete exchanged glances. Both of them realized the obvious. It wasn't an accident. All four tires had been shot out deliberately!

"Fuck!" the driver cursed, gripping the wheel tightly. Even the best car and the most skilled driver couldn't overcome this. The vehicle's speed dropped drastically, eventually crawling to a halt.

As the SUV stopped, rustling noises surrounded them. Figures emerged from the undergrowth and behind boulders. They were all from the Special Operations Unit.

"Of course not. I'll join the fight. We'll handle this together. Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging," Pete replied smoothly. He then reached into the vehicle and pulled out two tri-edged daggers, tossing one to the robed man.

The robed man's expression softened slightly as he caught the dagger, though his tone remained icy. "You'd better keep your word."

Without another word, the robed man opened his door and stepped out. Simultaneously, Pete exited from the opposite side, and even the driver armed himself with a knife as he followed suit.

It was three against 13. The Special Operations Unit team, led by Michael, was composed of highly trained individuals. Among them, Michael was also armed with a gun.

Pete scanned the scene and muttered under his breath, "Michael won't shoot. He wants live captives. Stop hesitating. Get them!"