Giovanni ran with all that was in him, his chest heaving as he sped across the deserted training grounds. He couldn't even feel his legs at a point; it felt as though he was flying.
That was how fast he was moving. He had just knocked out the two men positioned to monitor him in a way he couldn't explain. He didn't run for too long before he was met with opposition.
The men in black suits stood by a car, looking around with their pistols at hand. But those weren't the problem. The real issue was the seven heavily armed men patrolling around the entrance of the facility.
Unless he wanted to go martyr-style, there was no way he could take on those seven people. In fact, passing through the main entrance wasn't an option.
Escaping stealthily wouldn't help much either. He was so weak and wretched at the moment that it would only take a few hours before they caught up with him.
