NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 301. Shoot Down Everyone Inside the Car!

The rest of the thugs hastily leaped from their vehicles too, encircling their prey while training pistols on them, evil smirks twisting across plenty of their faces.

Spotting the weapons drawn, Oliver balled his fists in rage. He couldn't tolerate these damn bastards screwing with him and the people he cared about.

He ached to thrash every last one of them and fling them spinning like broken dolls. However, right then, he realized he couldn't handle these guys much. Not with guns aimed straight at their heads.

"Everyone, stay calm, please," he urged, his tone steady even as wrath surged wildly through his blood. Then, turning to the driver, he inquired, "You got the weapons with you?"

The driver shook his head. "No, sir, sadly we didn't anticipate a hit from ruthless gangs, and our security wasn't geared up for this kind of trouble."

"Damn it... We're in deep shit!" Linda muttered through gritted teeth. "Why the hell are these bastards coming after us? What's really happening?!"

Oliver pondered briefly, then recalled the guy he'd pounded at the club and pieced it together. "Perhaps that dude I smashed belonged to a gang, or maybe he sent these goons to get back at me? In any case, it looks like they targeted me on purpose."

His girlfriend Maya stared at Oliver, stunned. She never imagined it'd spiral like this! They'd only wanted some fun, yet now armed men held them at gunpoint. What to do now? How had it blown up so wildly so quick!?

Maya had witnessed scenes like this only in films or series, never dreaming real life could bring it crashing down on her and Oliver. Terror gripped her, like she was stuck in some horrifying dream.

Meanwhile, the boss eyed the group and barked, "Get out here now! Or eat a bullet right there!"

The words froze everyone solid. They couldn't fathom the thug truly threatening their lives for defiance. This mess was beyond insane!

"Relax, all of you." Oliver calmed them. "These lowlifes can't take us out from inside here. Bulletproof glass and reinforced doors will hold; they can't break through no matter what."

Guards in the other vehicles soothed Ron and their passengers too. "Stay cool, everyone, no panicking. Emergency signals are out to base about the assault. Backup's rushing here fast, so just hold tight."

Though the guards projected assurance, Ron shook uncontrollably with dread. What if aid arrived too late? Then what? Would these killers gun them down mercilessly for not complying?

Noticing no one emerging, the leader growled, "Fine, you wanna play rough? I didn't wanna go there, but you leave me no choice!" He hoisted his pistol skyward, squeezed off a warning shot. "Out now, or I'll drop every damn one of you without a second thought!"

The sharp crack of the gunshot jolted everyone in their seats. That blast alone filled them with paralyzing fear, death's shadow looming close.

"Crap... You wanna do it like that? Alright, your funeral!" The leader snarled, seeing no movement post-warning. "Blast everyone in those cars!"

His order barely out, the goons leveled weapons at the cars, fingers itching on triggers.

Seeing doom approach, Oliver yanked Linda and Maya close, pressing their faces to his chest to shield their eyes from the horror ahead.

Triggers nearly pulled, a thunderous chopper roar cut the air from afar, swelling deafeningly till it hung overhead like a predator bird poised to strike.

A piercing beam then flooded the scene, dazzling all who glanced up.

"What in blazes is that?!" The leader yelped, startled.

His nearby cronies swore too, eyes seared by the chopper's abrupt glare.

Suddenly, heavy blasts thundered from nowhere, bullets pouring from the sky.

In seconds, thugs around the cars crumpled lifeless, sniper fire striking true and lethal.

Chaos erupted as the gang watched comrades drop before them.

They bolted for cover behind vehicles, dodging overhead fire while spraying back with handguns.

But their shots bounced harmlessly off the chopper above. The gunmen inside kept picking them off relentlessly.

Gang members toppled one after another from fatal hits. Amid the frenzy, the leader took a bullet too, collapsing as blood gushed out fast.

Sprawled on the hard asphalt, gasps ragged from blood loss, he wheezed, "What's... going on? How'd it come to this...?" Consciousness slipped as he failed to grasp his total reversal.

It was meant as easy payback—torment the punk, drag him to the boss. Now he teetered on death's edge, bleeding out, sight dimming to black.

Moments later, his final breath escaped, leaving him another stiff on the road with his slaughtered crew.

In under a minute, every thug lay gunned down ruthlessly. The helicopter swung its light to Oliver's ride, then dropped to touch down on the highway.

Two guys and a woman emerged armed with rifles, advancing on Oliver's group in the car.

Recognizing them, Oliver exhaled in relief, grinning. "Thank God you're here, Elle."

The woman grinned back, slung her rifle, neared the car, and swung the door open. "Sorry for the delay, Mr. Oliver. Didn't figure on a rescue op during your fun night out."

The young man shrugged, clapped Maya and Linda's backs. "We're good now, girls. No more fretting."