Zhang Qiang was lucky. The vehicle flipped onto the driver's side, and he happened to be sitting on the rock that had come through the window. With an outstretched hand holding the bomb, he crawled out.
He didn't have time to ponder the strangeness of it all; trembling, he crawled out as fast as he could. He admitted he was scared to death, and right now, all he cared about was getting away from this place, though it felt like some liquid had poured onto his head.
"Is it raining?"
"What's that smell? Why is there a scent of gasoline?"
"PFFT, who the hell splashed my face with gasoline?!"
"It's true, it's really raining gasoline!"
Those inside the vehicle were stuck and couldn't move; only a few managed to crawl out of the windows. The people inside grew frantic. "Stop talking nonsense! You guys outside, move! Are you dreaming? At a time like this, where would there be..."
