A single shot rang out from the ridge—a warning hit to the SUV's engine block. Smoke began to billow. Elias didn't wait to see who climbed out. He swung the Sultan around, tires spitting gravel, and disappeared into the fog of the San Chianski Mountains.
Elias glanced at the rearview. There it was. No sirens, no lights—just two predatory headlights sticking to his bumper like glue. This wasn’t the cops; this was a rival crew. MedalTVFiveM20221119220847.mp4
By 10:09 PM, the road was silent again, leaving nothing behind but the smell of burnt rubber and a capture notification on his screen: Medal Clip Saved. A single shot rang out from the ridge—a