The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 556: Son Of A-

"Shoot it!"

The boss and his lackey gulped, their eyes dilating as they watched the man at the back of the truck point his gun at the person lying underneath the pile. Their minds raced, knowing that Lola was back there—playing dead.

This was exactly what they meant when they said it wouldn’t work.

Because it wouldn’t.

And then—

BANG!

The loud gunshot echoed through the air, followed by the shrill screech of tires. The man standing outside the truck, the men around it, the ones farther ahead, and even the man at the back of the truck, froze.

All of them turned toward the sound, only to see a car veering off the road with a violent screech.

The man doing the questioning clenched his teeth.

"Follow him!" he shouted.

At the same time, most of the men sprang into motion. He didn’t even stay to question the boss, instead jumping into one of the cars that had pulled over beside him.

The man at the back of the truck also jumped away, completely ignoring the body beneath the pile, unaware that she was very much alive.

"Move!" one of the men slapped the side of the truck and barked. "Go!"

Without hesitation, the boss slammed his foot on the pedal and drove off as fast as he could. As he did, he watched the chaos behind them through the side mirror.

His lackey, riding shotgun, twisted fully around, mouth hanging open as the car behind them passed through the checkpoint without being questioned at all.

"Shit..." the lackey nearly melted into his seat, slumping sideways. He pressed his head into his hand, his complexion draining.

Meanwhile, at the back of the truck, the "dead" body beneath the filthy pile stirred.

Then Lola’s head popped out.

"Damn," she grimaced, staring at the mess. "This smells rotten."

She nearly gagged, but then her attention shifted to the chaos behind them. A smirk curled across her lips as she watched the car tailing them. Through the windshield, she saw the two Bellemonte men—driver and shotgun—glancing back at her with sharp focus.

"Heh," she muttered, lips curling. "Didn’t I say the second time’s easier than the first?"

*****

Earlier, Lola had come up with a plan.

That plan required good acting and silent execution. She would have done everything herself if not for the fact that she still had other things to deal with and didn’t want unnecessary interference.

So she gave the Bellemonte captives two instructions.

First, one of them was to get off the truck and quietly approach the car directly behind them. They were to convince the people inside to let them in. If talking didn’t work, they were to knock them out. Faster that way.

Second, once they gained control of that vehicle, they were to take control of another car a few meters behind it. Same rules applied—either convince the occupants to leave or knock them out.

If successful, they were to wedge something into the pedal and steering mechanism, then secure it so that once the car started moving, the object would press the pedal and cause the vehicle to veer off the road.

That way, it would create the illusion of someone trying to flee.

That was exactly what the Bellemonte men did.

Lola didn’t care how they accomplished it—whether they knocked people out or convinced them to abandon their vehicles. What mattered was that they avoided the worst outcome.

And it worked.

Like sharks smelling blood, the checkpoint guards were instantly distracted. Cars were waved through with barely a glance.

As for why none of the people in the surrounding vehicles spoke up when they witnessed the plan unfolding, Lola had a simple explanation.

In Ravah, minding your own business was the safest choice.

Besides, many of them had already seen cars pulled over with corpses inside. Anyone could be next.

*****

Lola sat at the back of the truck, brushing dust off her shoulders as she watched the Bellemonte captives return the keys to the original car owners. From what she overheard, the people had agreed without protest.

Their only wish was to leave the checkpoint alive.

"Wow!"

The boss’s voice suddenly rang out as he approached Lola, leaning against the truck’s sidelight. He shook his head, huffing sharply, as though barely recovering from the brush with death.

When his gaze landed on her, his eyes sparkled.

"Goddess, you’re incredible! Never doubted you — not even once!" he exclaimed. "How did you know that would work?!"

"That was insane!" his lackey added excitedly. "The timing was perfect! I thought they were gonna shoot you! Do you know they already had their guns on you?"

Lola nearly laughed.

She resisted the urge to tell them that she’d had her gun aimed at them too.

Because beneath that filthy, heavy blanket, she hadn’t just been pretending to be dead—she’d been ready. Gun loaded. Ears sharp. Finger poised. If the Bellemonte guys failed, it would’ve been a completely different story.

But she kept that to herself, simply shrugging as the praise poured in.

"From now on, you’re the boss!" the leader chirped, stepping closer. "Where are we heading next?! Say the word—I’ll take you anywhere! Hell, heaven, purgatory — name it and consider it done!"

"Hah..." Lola blinked slowly, staring at him. "You’ve never had a truly dangerous gig, have you? One that makes Ravah drop its jaw."

The boss nearly choked while the lackey offered an awkward smile.

She wasn’t wrong.

Their group was small and underqualified. The best they could do was act cocky and intimidating, hoping outsiders would assume they were as dangerous as everyone else.

In short, they were more or less scammers.

Lola wasn’t surprised. She’d figured that out the moment she saw them at the bar, which was exactly why she targeted them.

She reached down, grabbed the discarded ropes, and tossed them to the Bellemonte captives approaching her.

"Tie yourselves up again," she ordered.

Everyone’s faces twitched.

"Again?" one of them echoed. "But you already untied us."

"I know," Lola replied flatly.

That was all.

The two men stared at her, then shrugged. Without protest, they began wrapping the ropes around themselves again as they climbed into the truck.

The boss and his lackey could only wrinkle their noses, watching the two comply so easily.

Then Lola snapped at them.

"What are you still standing around for?" she arched a brow. "Trying to get us killed? Let’s move."

"But we already passed the checkpoint," the boss argued.

Lola nodded. "And now they’re coming for us. Once they realize that the car was empty, every vehicle that passes through becomes a suspect."

"Ah, damn it!" the boss shouted, scrambling behind the wheel and flooring the gas.

*****

At the same time, near the checkpoint, the fire engulfing the crashed car was finally extinguished.

"Son of a bitch..."

The man who had been conducting the inspection stood a few meters away, hands braced on his knees. He stared at the burned vehicle, the corner of his scarred mouth twitching.

"We got fucking played," he scoffed, straightening his back. He turned to his men. "From the truck I questioned to the last vehicle that passed through, track where those motherfuckers went."

His eyes darkened.

"Those sons of bitches were in one of them."