Ambushed

Chapter 759: The Attack

"What was that sound?"

Hanging upside down inside the overturned car by his seat belt, Dr. Moller had to crane his neck awkwardly against the roof. His face flushed as he complained.

He fumbled around beside himself, then heard a click. Gravity dragged him down, leaving him in an even more bizarre position, as if he were practicing some kind of yoga pose.

"Gunfire!"

Unlike the researchers who kept their noses buried in books and paid no attention to the world around them, Chairman Demville was more worldly.

He recognized the intermittent, deafening sounds as gunfire. Judging by how near they were, the two sides were clearly exchanging shots.

As soon as he reached that conclusion, a long burst of gunfire rang out.

It really was gunfire. Automatic weapons had joined in, and the shootout had grown even fiercer.

"Sir, Doctor, we're under attack! We have to move!"

The driver had come to. The wireless earpiece hooked over his ear was of decent quality: it had stayed in place and kept working through the rollover, allowing him to receive a message from someone else.

"Understood. Can you keep going?"

Demville shouted as he unfastened his seat belt and struggled to right himself.

Fortunately, he'd had the foresight to make preparations. The conglomerate's security personnel returning to France with him had armed themselves as soon as they left the airport.

The guards already had legal permits to carry firearms, and each had been issued a weapon: a small-caliber revolver.

Without those preparations, they would have been in real danger.

After all, trying to face a hail of bullets with bare hands was never going to end well.

"Sir, Doctor, I'll cover your retreat. Follow my instructions."

The driver forced the door open with a kick, drew his