Chapter 191 Masquerading

John's stomach lurched. Heights weren't exactly his forte, and those rickety bridges looked like a strong gust of wind could send them plummeting into the bustling Lagos streets below. "There's gotta be another way," he mumbled, his voice tight. Olivia scanned the rooftop, her gaze sharp. "Nope. This is our only shot. Besides," she added with a playful jab, "think of the story you'll get to tell our grandkids – 'The night I escaped a mafia shootout with a mysterious Russian spy by scaling rooftops!'" John forced a smile, but it felt fake. "Yeah, well, hopefully, I'll live long enough to have grandkids." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Alright, lead the way, fearless leader." Olivia, with surprising grace, navigated the first bridge, a series of metal bars strung precariously between the buildings.John followed close behind, his grip white-knuckled as he traversed the narrow gap, the city a dizzying blur far beneath him. They crossed two more bridges, each a lit