Chapter 1671: Chapter 1676

Matteo didn’t feel sorry for her.

Those who hurt others also hurt themselves.

Matteo dragged Lauren to the roadside, informed the authorities, and then resumed following the SUV.

The threat of the SUV wasn’t done yet.

Mitchel wobbled by the door, his body almost hanging in the air, a risky situation.

“Mitchel!” Raegan cried out, fraught with concern.

Trapped by her seatbelt, Raegan could only observe Mitchel through the rearview mirror.

“Don’t worry.

” Mitchel’s voice, steady and deep, tried to soothe her even in the chaos.

The digital timer on the dashboard was ticking down, with only 15 minutes remaining.

Tears flowed, and Raegan sobbed.

“I can’t control it… Mitchel… I can’t… Get out of the car…”

Dabbing at her eyes, Raegan insisted, “Mitchel, as soon as we reach the dirt fields, you need to jump out.

”

Mitchel disregarded Raegan’s plea.

Holding his breath, Mitchel extended his long legs, attempting to hook onto the car’s door frame.

However, the car’s sudden jolt nearly threw Mitchel off balance due to inertia.

After failing in his initial attempt, Mitchel took a few deep breaths and shifted tactics, climbing from the door up onto the roof.

Raegan’s face paled with terror.

Realizing her pleas were futile, she gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the steering wheel, striving to keep the car steady.

Finally, with a “bang,” Mitchel vaulted onto the roof of the car and swiftly climbed through the sunroof into the car.

Raegan’s face, still pale with shock, betrayed her unease.

Mitchel wanted to embrace her, but seeing the countdown timer, he held back.

He quickly connected a device and then spoke into a Bluetooth earpiece, addressing Matteo, “How’s it going?”

Within moments, Matteo’s anxious voice crackled through, “Mr.

Dixon, there are explosives!”

Mitchel’s heart sank.

Matteo continued, “They’re under the driver’s seat, enough to level a skyscr@per.

”

Under the driver’s seat? Mitchel’s typically composed demeanor turned ashen.

Luckily, Raegan hadn’t moved from her seat.

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