Winner Takes All
Chapter 443 The Weak Get Controlled, the Strong Gain Control and the Winner Control It All!

Before he could finish his sentence, a grenade exploded not far away.

Luckily, Patrick was prepared. He drifted his car, and the engine was vrooming, making the Jeep sounding like a beast. The car cleared up the sand storm created by the grenade. Patrick could feel the car shaking and he could hear the sound of the helicopter right on the top of his head.

Jack was in a daze. His body tensed up and his throat felt tight.

He felt like he was a mercenary on a battlefield.

Explosions were going off and his blood was boiling.

He could be hit by the explosion anytime and get burned into ashes by the inferno.

Brent who was sitting in the back row quickly climbed into the trunk and took out a long item that was wrapped with a black tarp.

He then uncovered it.

It was an RPG-7!

He used to be a mercenary, who was known for his battle skills. Brent was knowledgeable about firearms.

He put it together familiarly and punched the already cracked window.

He put up the RPG, aimed and then fired.

Not even one second later.

The RPG bullet flew into the air, leaving a white cloud trail.

Yet there were no sounds of explosion.

Brent said calmly, "It was skewed!"

Jack looked at Brent with the rear-view mirror. Brent looked eerily calm the whole time.

He looked like he was ready to die anytime and was doing his best right now.

Jack looked at his father again.

His father was old, but still extremely reliable. He was focused and was looking in front the whole time. There was a noticeable crease between his eyebrows, he was frowning slightly. Brent and his father were calm and steady.

It was as if two hammers struck Jack on his eyeballs.

At that moment, he felt embarrassed.

In comparison to Brent and his father, his reaction was... cowardly!

At the same time.

Patrick, who was driving suddenly said, "Jack, do you think that you can shoulder the Hughes family as you are right now?"

His words were like a sharp blade, stabbing his heart relentlessly.

Jack gritted his teeth and lowered his head, he felt like his body was burning all over.

When it was about business affairs, he could handle it with ease and close any deals he wanted to.

On the battlefield, he could normally force himself to stay calm and find out the enemy's weakness, unleashing his terrifying battle skills.

But now... he was scared!

Another grenade exploded.

The car was shaking violently from the brutal explosion, so bad that the car was overwhelmed and started creaking.

But Patrick stayed calm and regained control of the car.

And Brent was also calmly aiming his next shot.

The RPG bullet was shot into the sky again.

And not long after one could hear a deafening explosion.

A gulf of fire was burning in the sky.

The helicopter, surrounded by fire, crashed into the ground. It crashed with a loud noise and caused an even larger explosion.

"There's two more. You're not going to be able to get them, Brent."

Patrick snorted, he didn't praise Brent but was scorning at him, "You were enjoying your peaceful life for the past few years and got rusty, didn't you?"

"Haha!"

Brent smiled and sneered.

Jack was experiencing everything first-hand. He was nervous and scared.

He looked around, trying to see how he could help.

But he realized that there was nothing he could do.

Maybe... staying calm right now was the only thing he could do to help!

"Am...am I really so weak?"

Was his exact thought right now.

His chest felt stuffy and heavy just thinking about it.

He felt ashamed and he felt likt he was drowning in the shame.

"I can help somehow, there must be something that I can do." Jack clenched his fist as he told himself.

But his thoughts dissipated into thin air the moment he heard the rapid fire of a machine gun coming down from the sky.

Jack yelled and hugged his body as he hid under the car seat.

After a stream of rapid firing.

There was a strong gunpowder smell in the car.

"Brent!"

At the same time, Patrick who was driving, face turned dark.

Jack's heart skipped a beat, he quickly looked to the back of the jeep.

The back of the jeep was filled with holes from the machine gun's bullets.

Brent was leaning on the car seat, his face twisted in pain.

The RPG was still leaning on the car window. There was a bullet wound on Brent's left shoulder, blood was gushing out like crazy.

"I'm, I'm fine."

Brent gritted his teeth. His eyes were murderous and blood-shot.

He looked like a monster.

He struggled but managed to get up and tried to hold the RPG again. But this action strained his wound. The pain made him gasp for air, his body trembled, and he fell into the seat again. His right hand automatically pressed on the wound on his left shoulder.

Jack felt a shiver down his spine. The image of Brent's wound was prickling his eyes like a thousand needles.

As he was in a daze.

Patrick suddenly said sternly.

"Jack, what can you do now?"

What could he do?

Jack's pupil constricted and he looked at Patrick with puzzlement and confusion in his eyes.

Patrick said frigidly, "If you don't do it, we will all die here today. Here, in the middle of nowhere."

Right!

He had to do it!

Jack woke up due to his father's words.

He gritted his teeth and climbed towards the back.

The machine gun was being fired from the helicopter again.

And grenades were raining down from the other helicopter.

The grenades exploded and the machine gun continued firing.

The intense shock wave made Jack lost his balance and he fell into the back row.

The rapid firing made him curled up into a ball intuitively.

The gunshots finally stopped.

Jack let go of his hands that were shielding his head. He was shocked seeing that many holes in the car and it felt like the car was going to fall apart anytime. "Young master!"

It was chaotic and Brent subconsciously threw the RPG at Jack.

Jack was stunned holding the lukewarm firearm.

"I can do it, I must do it. Otherwise, we will die. Brent, my father and I will die!"

He said to himself repeatedly.

Jack took a deep breath and moved to the other window. He copied Brent and punched the already cracked window.

He put up the RPG but wasn't firing it.

He aimed at the helicopter's blade and his face was turning pale. Cold sweats were forming on his forehead and running down his cheeks.

"Jack, what are you waiting for?"

Patrick yelled, "You practised for so long and couldn't control your aim in such a small battlefield?"

Small battlefield?

Jack was yelling in his head, this wasn't a small battlefield!

"What could you control if you couldn't even control yourself now?"

Patrick said in a deep voice, "The weak get controlled, the strong gain control and the winner control it all."

"I can do this, I must do this! I'm not a weak person. I...want to be the winner!"

Jack squinted his eyes and focused his aim.

The moment the helicopter appeared in the scope.

Jack who was hesitant finally launched the ammunition.00☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐