Kevin moved; he pushed his body as much as he could.
He didn't know if this would be enough, but he would try, and then he screamed with everything he had.
"DAAAAVVID I AM HERE."
"DAAAVVID "
Thinking that maybe his voice is not enough, Kevin moved on all fours, like an animal, to gain as much momentum as he could and then slammed his shoulder at the gate of the cage.
bang bang bang
again and again Kevin repeated the same action, ignoring the pain that came with each crash. His shoulder was deformed a little—a fracture, maybe. He ignored it because he could feel it. The gas, which was constantly leaking in the air, was making his body lethargic, and if he did nothing right at this moment, then he would end up losing consciousness again for who knows how long. At least this pain was keeping him conscious, albeit for just a few more minutes.
Sweat began to appear on the back of the masked man because, unlike Kevin, he knew what it meant to have such a loud voice.
The masked man ignored the screaming and thrashing Kevin, fully knowing all his acts of defiance are in vain; this cage is made for animals, and no matter how strong he is, he is not one.
The masked man understood that someone related to him had appeared, following the trails that he may have left behind, so he ignored Kevin and moved toward the top of the vehicle.
"F##k, does he have a connection with a family member?" He cursed while thinking about possible troubles and actions he will have to take for the sake of keeping the information contained.
After all, he cannot burn this one container because it is their last consignment in this country, also the biggest, since this single container carries more than 30 people who are quite hard to collect due to constant surveillance in every country nowadays.
"Tsk, kidnapping is such a hard job."
Through the small opening on the roof of the container, the masked man reached at the top of the moving container. A furious wind crashed at him, making his clothes sway like a wave of the sea. After all, the truck is moving at a speed of more than 160 km/hour.
Standing at the roof of the container, everything came into his view. The night had again claimed the world in her embrace, allowing people like him to feel a sense of freedom.
Despite the slight darkness, which is enough to render the sight of any normal human useless, the masked man can view everything clearly.
At the roof of the container, he can see a man riding a highly advanced motorbike moving toward their truck at a high speed, trying to reach near them but failing due to the advantage of the truck driver being a little too experienced in a chase like this.
The masked man took a deep breath, relieved that only one evolved human was chasing their container. He ordered his subordinates through the piece of communicator in his ear.
"Keep moving and follow the plan; I will handle this one."
"Yes, sir."
Looking at the moving motorbike, the masked man did not wait for David to reach him; instead, he made a few calculations in his mind and directly jumped toward the coming David.
A collision while falling from a moving truck container toward a high-speed motorbike is enough to break almost every bone or directly book an appointment with agents of death for a normal human, but it does not affect the masked man much.
After all, he is at the peak of the second level, waiting for the right opportunity to get his hand on a way to reach level three.
A few minutes earlier:
on the highway that connects Austavise and Nystra .
A motorbike is moving at a very fast speed, breaking all road laws, something no one cares about, at least on this highway, due to the fact that more than half of the route always remains slippery after drowning in the waves of the great Austic Sea for more than two hours daily for the last twelve years.
Since, the water level of the sea has started increasing due to some scientific reason that forces people to ride their vehicles at much slower speeds or end up crashing into the concrete railings, due to which most of the travelers have stopped using this route except for fishermen or those who like to view the sea up close once in a while.
"It's my fault for bringing him here; if only I had not selfishly forced him to come with me, this would not have happened."
Looking at the screen of his motorbike, which was constantly showing the location of a moving truck, David hoped that Kevin was not inside it.
Maybe Anora was wrong about this kidnapping, and Kevin had ended up staying in another hotel, which is not something Kevin would ever do—something he himself knew.
But just as a peoples says, 'The world runs on hope,' he was doing the same.
After all these years of friendship filled with constant struggle and hardship to reach where he is right now, though Kevin doesn't really know, he has still played his part in it and has become a cherished part of his life, like a little brother who is not knowledgeable enough to understand the world but will do everything for his brother no matter what possible danger he will have to face, just like a family should.
Unlike the David family of Keeper, where normal humans are more like a tool to use and then discard—a view that almost every true member of the family shares—David refused it after meeting Kevin.
Thinking about all the intel Anora had shared about Midnight Cartel, David increased the speed.
vroom
Even though David is not sure whether Kevin is inside that container or not, one thing that David is sure about is the connection that this truck shares with that organization, something Anora has assured him.
"I have to just stall that truck until Anora reaches here with her family forces," David thought with a little smile.
He can already imagine all the curses and punches that Anora is going to throw at him for leaving alone without any force to accompany him, but what can he do when his senses are screaming at him that his friend is in very big danger, something David has believed in since childhood?
It's not that David wants to play hero by bringing Kevin back alone on his own.
But he knows that time is not on their side because after so many hours of grueling investigation, the only lead they got was the truck, which is moving toward another country, and if it crosses the border, then this matter will be as good as gone from the hands of any family of this country because no one is allowed to touch border areas that came directly under international military control, and those people will kill an evolved human on first view if they are not already informed about his arrival.
David does not want to take that chance by wasting precious time on organizing a squad for this mission without confirming Kevin's presence inside the container.
The motorbike did not stop while David remained deep in thought; instead, its speed increased further, mirroring the speed of emergency David was feeling.
After a few minutes, the moving truck came into David's view, so he took a deep breath and shouted through the microphone present inside his helmet.
Present Time:
Looking at the man standing on the roof of the container, David became quite sure that Kevin was inside that container, along with the fact that his opponent was definitely a second-level superhuman.
David does not fear the masked man despite him being an evolved human because he himself was one.
Sure, he is only a newly second-level evolved human, but so what? He is a direct heir to the throne of family head of Keepers; there is no way an average evolved human with no foundation will be able to handle him.
Just as David decided to confidently move near the truck, much to his horror, the masked man on the roof jumped straight toward him.
Despite trying his best to save himself, his reaction speed does not match his intention and ends with a direct collision of the masked man's kick and his chest.
The masked man may not belong to a family, but there is one thing he knows very well: that young, evolved humans of families are just as full of potential as they are weak to the elements of deceit and surprise attacks. Sure, there are exceptions, but nothing hurts in trying, right?
The masked man jumped straight toward Daid with no particular force of his own, letting the law of gravity do its work, and like an artist waiting for his art to unfold itself, he also waited in anticipation.
The moment the kick landed on the chest of David, all the air in his lungs got knocked out; his motorbike slipped from his grip as he kept watching with wide eyes as it kept moving with the momentum it carried, leaving him behind, and then...
Reality came crashing at him.