King's Back

Chapter 19 Ambush

When Jackson returned home, he found that Dolcie was already back.

Dolcie jumped to her feet when Jackson walked in the door. She thought he would never come back.

But then she realized that she had lost her composure and quickly calmed herself down and walked to Jackson.

"Jackson, if you feel wronged, you can tell me." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Jackson wondered, "Why should I feel wronged?"

Dolcie frowned, and he was still pretending to be fine. Grandpa obviously went to told him everything, but he still pretended to be calm.

"The affair with Serena... Everyone has wronged you. Don't you feel wronged at all?"

Jackson grinned nonchalantly. "I don't care about petty things."

Dolcie was still feeling a little guilty about him. Seeing Jackson's nonchalant attitude, her guilt disappeared immediately.

“You don't care, but I do!”

"I owe you a slap. You can take it back any time you want." Dolcie held high her graceful neck with an air of righteousness.

Jackson paused slightly. "You are going to give it back to me?"

"I don't want to owe you anything. You can beat me now. After you slap me, get back too kitchen and cook for me.”

Jackson was speechless. "I'm not going to hit you. If you're hungry, I'm going to make you chicken soup."

"Chicken soup?"

"Jackson, won't you do something else?"

Dolcie now got sick when she heard chicken soup.

"I can do something else, but you have to have chicken soup."

Dolcie pouted with disgust.

Jackson laughed as he watched Dolcie's angry face.

Dolcie didn’t known that she had been targeted, and Jackson wouldn't tell her.

He would rather let Dolcie be a woman of peace, and let him fend off the dangers.

Early the next morning, Dolcie finished washing, and went downstairs to find that breakfast was already on the table.

A Fried egg, some spring rolls, and a bowl of preserved egg porridge.

"He still gets up so early. Where does he go?"

Dolcie knew Jackson was an early riser, and while she was still asleep, Jackson had prepared the breakfast and went out.

Once she saw Jackson sitting cross-legged on the ground at the back of the yard, muttering something, which made her suspect that Jackson was a psycho.

When she arrived at the garage after breakfast, Jackson had been waiting for her with his legs up.

Seeing Dolcie approaching, Jackson pulled open the door and made a gesture motioning her to get on the car.

"Miss Dolcie, I'll be your full-time driver from now on."

Dolcie raised her eyebrow. "I don’t need you to be my driver. I will ride my bike."

Jackson shrugged. "It's your grandfather's idea. Ask Anthony if you don't believe me."

Dolcie called Anthony right away. Grandpa was too kind to him, and let this guy be her driver.

After a while, she hung up the phone with little enthusiasm.

It was really Grandpa's idea.

"Jackson, I know Grandpa has always been good to you, but if you want others to look up to you, you have to show some real skills. What can you do to be a driver?”

After that, Dolcie sat in the rear of the car. She was a cleanliness person. There was no other man ever sitting in her car.

"Hurry up, it is going to be late. If you can't arrive before 9 'clock, I deduct your salary."

Hearing this, Jackson smiled and started.

"Play some music."

It was the first time Dolcie and Jackson had been alone in such a small space. She felt a little uncomfortable.

Jackson twirled the button and a loud song sounded.

The intense rhythm and sound filled the air.

Dolcie was speechless. "It's so noisy. Change another one."

At the same time, Jackson was driving on the main road. Suddenly he found he was blocked by a hit- and-run car ahead.

Wasn’t it coincidental to appear at this time at the place?

After years of trial and error, Jackson could tell there must be something wrong.

So, he slowed down the car, rolled down the window, and paid attention to the situation outside.

"Hey, did you hear me? I am talking to you."

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the reflector and Jackson stepped on the accelerator hard and turned the steering wheel sharply.

The BMW spun around almost 180 degrees, and the sudden twist made Dolcie's head dizzy.

She clutched at the handrail, feeling sulky.

"Jackson, what are you doing? Tell me if you can't drive. Would someone drive like this?"

As she spoke, there was a small pop, and a bullet ripped through the air into the car.

That light was, of course, the reflection of the sniper mirror.

There was a sniper!

Jackson ignored Dolcie, stepped on the pedal, turned the steering wheel again, and the car roared away.

Dolcie was thrown back, and a strong push came over her back.

She looked at Jackson in amazement and her first thought was, this guy was really a psycho!

He was getting even. Yeah, he was getting even.

He said he did not take yesterday's things seriously, but in fact, he used actions to retaliate against her.

The man was so mean!

The speed of the car had been soaring up to nearly 100 MPH.

The speed limit on the roads in this area was 80 MPH and it was clear that Jackson was speeding .

"Jackson, what the hell are you doing? Stop it."

Dolcie shouted, trying to stop Jackson from going crazy.

Jackson looked indifferent, glanced behind him coldly, and said, "Don't talk, stay behind!"

Liszt's The Dawn reverberated in the car, and Dolcie felt it creepy.

Dolcie felt aggrieved. Jackson hadn't yelled at her since they got married.

What was the matter with him today, ah!

Then she let out a scream and Jackson turned the steering wheel again. She fell down on the left side of the seat.

On the spinning car, with a bang, a bullet penetrated the car body.

It was not very loud, especially under the loud music. She couldn't hear it unless she listened to it carefully.

But Jackson frowned. The bullet came from the roof.

In the rearview mirror, Jackson saw a newly built neighborhood.

Bang...

There was another shot, and this time Jackson seemed to have mastered the rhythm of his opponent's fire. As soon as the bullet came out of the chamber, Jackson changed the speed of the car in advance.

"500 meters on the left side behind, the wind scale is 3, and the range is 1500 yards. It was the new domestically-made M24 sniper rifle."

A stream of data occurred in Jackson's mind.

Jackson turned the car sharply and drove to the tunnel under the river.

Dolcie, who had been in shock, came to realize what had happened just now.

This guy dared to treat her like this Why?

Why did he shout at her!?

"Jackson, if you want to play drag racing, you can do it by yourself. Do you know how dangerous this is? You disappointed me too much..."