Chapter 712

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Matteo didn't feel sorry for her. Those who harm others also harm themselves.

Matteo dragged Lauren to the shoulder, informed authorities, and then resumed pursuit of the SUV.

The off-road threat was not over yet.

Mitchel was staggering by the door, his body almost dangling in the air, a risky situation.

"Mitchel!" Raegan shouted, full of worry.

Trapped by the seat belt, Raegan could only watch Mitchel through the rearview mirror.

"Don't worry". Mitchel's voice, firm and deep, tried to calm her even in the midst of the chaos.

The digital timer on the dashboard showed the last fifteen minutes.

Tears flowed and Raegan sobbed. "I can't control it... Mitchel... I can't... Get out of the car..."

Wiping her eyes, Raegan insisted, "Mitchel, as soon as we get to the dirt fields, you have to jump out."

Mitchel ignored Raegan's plea.

Holding his breath, Mitchel extended his long legs, trying to hook himself onto the car door frame.

However, the sudden lurch of the car almost knocked Mitchel off balance due to inertia.

After failing in his initial attempt, Mitchel took a deep breath and changed tactics, climbing from the door to the roof.

Raegan's face paled with terror.

Realizing that his pleas were futile, he gritted his teeth and gripped the steering wheel tightly, struggling to keep the car stable.

Finally, with a bang, Mitchel jumped onto the roof of the car and quickly climbed up the sunroof into the vehicle.

Raegan's face, still pale with shock, betrayed her concern.

Mitchel wanted to hug her, but when he saw the countdown, he held back. He quickly connected a device and then spoke into a Bluetooth headset, addressing Matteo: “How are you?”

After a few moments, Matteo's anxious voice crackled: "Mr. Dixon, there are explosives!"

Mitchel's heart sank.

Matteo continued: "They are under the driver's seat, enough to level a skyscraper."

Under the driver's seat? Mitchel's typical serenity turned ashy. Luckily, Raegan hadn't moved from her seat.

“How do we handle this?” Mitchel's voice was cold and controlled.

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