The Volvo ahead slammed on the brakes, and the vehicle plunged silently into a cave. The driver, unable to control the momentum, frantically turned the steering wheel.
The cars collided with each other, their thick hides scraping together, emitting several sparks.
Orleans was sitting in the passenger seat, who was previously busy wiping his gun and hadn't even fastened his seatbelt. He took the hardest hit, his entire head slamming against the hood. Fortunately, the airbag in front responded quickly, popping out and trapping him inside.
"You bunch of mongrels, where are your eyes?" Olson kicked open the car door, pulled Wen Maixue, and the two staggered almost crawling out of the car.
The convertible ahead fared even worse; the two hunters in the back seat were thrown out, one embedded in a snowdrift, the other rolling down a snow slope, with no response for a long while.
Orleans was pulled out, his face deathly pale, his limbs uncontrollably trembling.
