The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 490

Chapter 490: Chapter 490 Being Pursued!
“Let’s move!” Rafael commanded, lowering himself and signaling for Minerva to climb onto his back.

She hesitated for a moment, but the seriousness etched on her brother’s face left her no choice.

With a nod, she clambered onto him, letting him carry her as she fought back tears.

Behind them, the two bodyguards sprinted, matching Rafael’s urgency.

He pushed himself to run as fast as possible, but the uneven forest floor posed a constant threat.

Tree roots snaked across their path, and a single misstep could send them tumbling.

The suits and leather shoes they wore offered little help either, the leather shoes slipping in the mud with every hurried stride while the suits restricted their actions.

Despite his growing exhaustion, Rafael pressed on, breathless and panting as he ran.

The bodyguards behind him struggled just as much, their legs feeling like lead, but none of them dared to slow down.

They were still far from the rendezvous point, and the backup team stationed to support them was not yet within reach.

Bang!

Bang!

The distant sound of gunfire pierced the air, a chilling reminder that their pursuers were closing in, relishing the thrill of the hunt.

Soon after, the rumble of engines shattered the forest’s eerie silence.

VROOM!!!

Vro-vrooom!!!

“Dammit! They have off-road motorcycles!” one of the bodyguards muttered under his breath, his anxiety palpable.

The pounding of their heartbeats quickened, echoing the urgency of their situation.

Meanwhile, Sasha was growing increasingly anxious as the trees obscured his bird’s-eye view footage from the satellite, leaving him unable to monitor the situation in the forest.

Concern gnawed at him; he wanted to inform Hera that one of her men was in danger, but he hesitated, fearing that dragging her into this dangerous situation could only complicate matters.

The reality was daunting, and he wasn’t even sure if Rafael and his team would make it out alive.

Sasha was a wreck as he anxiously scanned the forest, desperate for any sign of Rafael and the others.

The signal was weak, and their constant movement only exacerbated the issue.

All he could do was urge Rafael’s assistant to accelerate the reinforcements; the small number of Rafael’s men wouldn’t stand a chance against the forces from the stronghold once they caught up.

Seeing those men mount off-road motorcycles only heightened his anxiety—those pursuers were intimately familiar with the mountainous terrain, having operated in the area for far too long.

Rafael and his group managed to run as far down the mountain as they could, navigating treacherous terrain that nearly sent them tumbling down the slope several times.

It was particularly challenging for Rafael, who was carrying his sister on his back.

He couldn’t put her down—not only because she was injured but also because doing so would only slow their escape.

“B-brother, please, put me down. I can run on my own,” Minerva pleaded, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

She could see the strain on Rafael’s face as he carried her down the mountain.

She felt the sweat pooling on his back that she could feel through her dress and noted how damp his neck had become, his uneven breathing now audible as he gasped for air.

Despite the exertion, he refused to slow down or stop.

“No, I can’t,” Rafael replied, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“They’re searching the forest and trying to smoke us out with their scare tactics—firing their guns and using their off-road motorcycles. If we let the pressure get to us, we might trip and fall, and that could lead to injuries like sprained ankles. If that happens, our injuries or sprained ankles would surely decrease our speed and they’ll find us for sure.”

He struggled to finish his thought, his lungs burning with every word.

It was crucial for Minerva to understand the seriousness of the situation, so she would stop pressing him to put her down.

At the same time, he needed to voice his concerns as his anxiety mounted.

But just then, the distant roar of off-road motorcycles and the barking of hounds reached their ears.

“SHIT! They’re already on our tail!” one of the bodyguards exclaimed, nearly shouting as he pushed aside branches and leaped over a tree root.

“We need to pick up the pace!” Rafael declared, bursting into a sprint.

Despite his pale, sweaty face and the pain screaming through his body, he refused to stop, relying on sheer willpower to push through.

Vro-vrooom!!!

VRRROOOOOM!!!

“I found them! They’re just up ahead!” one of the men leading the pursuit shouted, his voice brimming with excitement as he caught sight of Rafael and his group in the distance.

Raft!

The hounds lunged forward, picking up speed as they chased after Rafael and his group.

The pursuers appeared to revel in the hunt, as if they had done this many times before—sending their captives off to escape, allowing them to savor the fleeting thrill of freedom and the hope of returning home, only to drag them back into despair after being hunted.

It was a cruel game, one designed to shatter their spirits and plunge them into hopelessness.

Soon, the pursuers closed in on Rafael and his group, riding their off-road motorcycles and eyeing them with predatory intent.

However, Rafael and his people weren’t easy targets.

Just when it seemed they would be overwhelmed, his bodyguards emerged from their hidden positions, ready to provide much-needed support.

Bang!

Bang!

A series of gunfire rang out through the forest as Rafael’s bodyguards opened fire on their pursuers.

They were quick to take down the hounds that lunged at Minerva, narrowly preventing a bite to her neck.

Their timely arrival made all the difference, and as the chaos unfolded, Rafael and his group couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief—turns out those off-road motorcycles weren’t just a menace; they were also a tactical advantage to them now.

“We can ride these things!” one of the bodyguards exclaimed, excitement breaking through the tension.

Without hesitation, Rafael set Minerva down and approached one of the motorcycles, gesturing for her to climb on.

Minerva struggled to mount the bike, her inexperience slowing them down, so Rafael stepped in to help her up.

Minerva barely had time to process the horror of witnessing someone die right in front of her; everything unfolded in an instant.

Rafael, on the other hand, didn’t flinch as chaos erupted around him.

He simply pushed aside the body of the person who had been using the off-road motorcycle and claimed it for himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care; rather, he was focused on survival.

They had chosen this path and sought his life, and at that moment, he knew he had to do whatever it took to escape, even if it meant killing others who targeted his and his sister’s lives.

Just as they began to rev the engines and speed away, the second wave of pursuers arrived.

Fortunately, they had enough off-road motorcycles for everyone, and some quickly paired up, allowing those in the back to fire back at their attackers.

The adrenaline surged as they prepared to fight and flee simultaneously.

Bang-

Bang!

A fresh barrage of gunfire erupted between both sides, and while some of Rafael’s men were hit, the injuries were not life-threatening.

They gritted their teeth against the pain, clinging tightly to the drivers of the off-road motorcycles as they fought to maintain their grip and keep moving forward.