SWAT? DEA? IRS? Sheriff!

Cheney finally met up with his teammates. They were all surprised as they watched Luke swiftly drag their wounded colleague toward them.

How could he run so fast in such a strange stance while dragging another person along? Furthermore, Luke's grip on his gun was steady, and he stayed on alert the entire time for possible danger.

After dragging the man over, Luke said in a low voice, "His leg is badly injured. You better send him to the hospital asap, or he might die."

The four agents were led by a middle-aged man. He hesitated for a long moment, and finally gnashed his teeth. "Let's retreat and call in reinforcements."

They were about to help their wounded colleague back to his feet, when Luke waved his hand and said, "He'll slow you down. I'll take him out first. You can follow us."

Having seen how fast Luke moved with their colleague, the agents had no objections. It was a sound plan.