The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 646: Incredible, But Not This Incredible
Haji had two options: one was to fight back—get his rifle in position and take down as many people as he could.
The other option was... to keep going.
Perhaps too late—or too soon—but Haji had realized what kind of place this was.
Every building was occupied by no fewer than three people, shooting at him. Some were on the rooftops, others right on the ground. They were prepared; none of them exposed themselves or chose positions where they could be taken down easily.
These people were not half as lame as one might think.
Even with the electricity of the entire city—possibly the entire region by now—cut off, they still managed to take advantage of the darkness. But that advantage also belonged to Haji. Without lights while driving, they couldn’t shoot him properly.
I can’t keep going like this, though, he thought, wincing as the sting in his leg worsened and began to tremble.
I’ve got to do something.
But what?
Haji glanced to the side, spotting the truck on the adjacent street. This section was only separated by small houses or three- to seven-story buildings, and the gaps between establishments were enough for him to track Jarvis’s location.
BANG! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"Shit—" Haji felt his vehicle jolt, narrowly dodging the bullet that sparked from the direction he had been watching. He fired back but wasn’t sure if he even hit his target.
"Damn..." he cursed under his breath before admitting, "I need help."
If fighting was all he got to do, he wouldn’t have even thought of needing help. Not that he was overestimating himself, but he knew he could flee if the situation was overwhelming or if he was already in danger.
Under different circumstances, this would be easier. An escape or a direct fight was easier. However, Haji had a goal, and his goal was not just to stay alive. His goal was there, in that truck in the adjacent street, named Jarvis.
Sadly, it seemed the heavens weren’t the ones listening—but the devil was.
The moment he said it, two vehicles suddenly emerged from behind him. Then another two appeared ahead, barreling toward him from the opposite direction.
Another curse tore from his throat as he made a sharp turn, darting into a narrow alley that connected back to the street where Jarvis’s truck was. But even there, gunfire echoed, bullets riddling the walls and pavement along his path.
Instead of turning directly to follow Jarvis’s truck, Haji shot straight through another alley across the way. This time, he took a side street, maintaining distance even as he changed routes.
"Damn it! Damn it!" he roared, knowing exactly what would happen next.
And he was right.
Barely a minute into this route, a loud crash exploded to his side. His breath caught as he glanced over, his world freezing in place.
A truck burst straight through a house from the inside, nearly slamming into him.
It missed by inches.
If he hadn’t reacted on instinct, it would have sent him flying.
"They’re... getting even crazier!" he gasped, forcing his eyes forward.
As expected, more trucks began smashing through buildings to create paths. This time, they weren’t just breaking through behind him—they were bursting out directly at him.
One after another, more vehicles emerged until there were five of them.
Haji glanced down the alley, spotting Jarvis’s truck already nearing another turn. From where he was, there was no way they’d take this route.
His face twisted, chest tightening. He knew it. Trying to maintain sight of Jarvis’s truck while navigating a district crawling with enemies wouldn’t last.
Bitterness swelled in his chest.
But confronting so many enemies meant giving something up.
Jarvis.
He would have to let him escape.
And that was something Haji could not accept, not if he had any other choice.
"Damn it," he hissed. "If only she didn’t have to—"
He stopped himself.
He, of all people, knew that what Lola had done was the best—perhaps the only—option she had. If she hadn’t taken down the other truck, he wouldn’t have made it this far.
If anything, they would’ve finished him back in that rocky town.
Reluctantly, Haji glanced through another alley. Jarvis’s truck was barely visible now.
A sharp breath escaped him as he turned away, his expression hardening.
"I can only hope... Atlas or someone else gets him," he muttered, easing off the gas and slowing his bike. "Damn it."
He was ready to let it go, even knowing it would haunt him forever. Ready to hand it off to someone else and hope they give Jarvis the most painful death possible.
But then...
"HA—HAJI!!!"
A faint shout rang out behind him, sending chills up his spine.
Slowing, he looked back, and something gleamed in the darkness. His breath hitched as he snapped forward and twisted the throttle again.
"She caught up?" he blurted in disbelief. "That fast?"
Lola was incredible, but not this incredible.
Haji knew how she fought. Her motorcycle’s survival rate in battle was always terrible—twenty percent usable, eighty percent wrecked. His gut told him it was the latter.
More importantly, the town where Lola had fought was another ghost district. Jarvis deliberately chose routes with sparse populations or completely abandoned zones—not out of mercy, but because it complicated pursuit. Rebellions meant roadblocks, and he avoided that.
Which meant Lola couldn’t possibly find another vehicle.
Unless she was that lucky, which he doubted.
And Haji was right.
Lola was not so lucky this time.
*****
Back in one of the ghost towns he had passed, Lola found a vehicle—the only one available.
An old, tiny bicycle with training wheels.
Cling... cling... cling...
Lola rang the bell, balancing awkwardly as the bike barely fit her frame. She rode in slow circles, her thoughts drifting while the burning truck still raged on the neighboring street.
"S... o... s..." She stretched her legs wide due to the bike’s size. "I don’t think I’ve ever had a bike experience with my kids."
She frowned and sighed. Then a flash of light forced her to squint. Instinctively, she turned, only to see multiple combat trucks charging straight toward her.
