Seeing two figures slowly approaching in the darkness, Nikaido instinctively reached for his waist.
It was completely empty.
He reached for nothing, and his brows immediately furrowed tightly.
Recently, the Violence and Law Committee has been monitoring the village association so closely that they don't even dare to carry a single dangerous "toy" with them.
but...
There were only two of them, and they were unarmed. They shouldn't be in any danger, right?
The thought flashed through Nikaido's mind.
The two people opposite had already walked up to them, and the blinding headlights of the Iyamura convoy made their faces completely visible.
Their faces were covered in black car oil stains, making it almost impossible to see their features, but judging from their timid figures and somewhat evasive eyes, they seemed to be two honest and hardworking mechanics.
As soon as the two men stepped into the light, they bowed and scraped to the crowd, then vigorously wiped their oil-stained hands on their equally dirty work clothes, as if afraid of offending the esteemed guests.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, a stray cat suddenly darted out onto the road. In our attempt to avoid it, we turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car's drive shaft broke off and is now lying across the road."
One of the shorter men bowed and explained, his tone full of apology.
The other person immediately chimed in, speaking even louder, seemingly to appear more sincere.
"Don't worry, it's just a minor problem. The drive shaft connector is broken, but we brought a spare part. It will be fixed in ten minutes, at most ten minutes!"
Nikaido smelled a pungent mixture of engine oil and gasoline emanating from them. He subconsciously waved his hand in front of his nose, slightly covering his mouth and nose, and frowned as he sized up the two people opposite him.
The air of the lower class about them disgusted Nikaido to the core, but they didn't seem to be lying.
If it's really only ten minutes, it's fine to wait here.
Thinking of this, Nikaido waved his hand impatiently, indicating that they could leave.
He felt it would lower his status to say even a single word to someone who wallows in the mud like that.
The two men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, bowed repeatedly, then turned and jogged back to the black truck.
Nikaido didn't rush back to his car. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Seeing the two people's pathetic and obsequious manner, he couldn't help but think of his own past.
He was also a kid who grew up in a dark, godforsaken place like No Name Street, and he and that guy Smoker were best friends when they were young.
However, with his ruthlessness and intelligence, he eventually climbed out of that quagmire.
When he decided to leave, he wanted The Chainsmoker to come with him.
But that idiot kept saying stupid things like he couldn't abandon his "family," and rejected him.
Look at myself now, wearing a custom-made Italian designer suit, driving a top-of-the-line luxury car, and living in a mansion overlooking the city.
His current life is something he never dared to dream of before.
And what about the chain smokers?
I heard he had tuberculosis a long time ago.
He was even more unlucky recently, getting slashed by that kid Liu Longren, and is now lying in the hospital half-dead.
Thinking of this, Nikaido felt a sense of inexplicable relief.
If I had made a mistake back then and stayed in that godforsaken place, my fate would probably have been the same as his, or even worse.
Just as Nikaido was about to finish his cigarette, the headlights of the large truck blocking the road suddenly turned on with a "snap," as if they had been repaired.
The engine emitted a deep roar, and the truck began to move slowly.
However, the second-tier life form frowned again.
The front of this truck...
Why are they facing their own convoy?
This coastal highway is a two-way road.
Logically, after the other party repairs their car, they should first reverse and straighten the vehicle, then leave in the opposite direction from their own convoy.
Nikaido assumed the other team wanted to drive directly through the opposite lane of his convoy, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation.
He was just about to raise his hand and shout at the truck drivers to wait for his convoy to leave before moving on.
Who knew that the oncoming truck would suddenly turn on its high beams without warning!
Those two beams of light were not ordinary car headlights at all; they were clearly specially modified military-grade searchlights with terrifying light intensity.
In an instant, the entire dark road was illuminated as bright as day, the intense light so strong that the villagers couldn't even open their eyes, and all they could see was a dazzling white.
The next moment, the roar of the truck engine suddenly increased, turning into a beastly howl!
With the accelerator floored, the behemoth showed no sign of turning and charged straight toward the village convoy!
"boom--!"
Upon hearing this voice, Nikaido's scalp tingled instantly, and he immediately realized—oh no!
It's a trap!
However, what shocked him even more and even made him feel desperate was that, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two more equally black heavy trucks rushing past him side by side from behind the convoy in the rearview mirror!
The engine was still roaring, and we were going full speed ahead!
A fierce tiger lies ahead, and pursuers are behind!
No, this isn't a tiger or pursuers; it's a massive steel wall pressing in from three sides!
Nikaido's mind went completely blank for a moment. He couldn't think of anything at all; his survival instinct overwhelmed everything.
Only one word remained in his mind—run!
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and rushed toward the roadside guardrail, leaping over the road and crashing heavily onto the grassy slope below the roadbed.
Just as he rushed into the road, he heard the most terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life from behind.
That wasn't a collision.
That's crushing.
The heavy truck ahead, like a steel rhinoceros released from its gates, crashed violently into the lead vehicle of the village association.
That million-dollar Mercedes sedan was as fragile as a soda can in front of a heavy truck.
The front of the car disappeared in an instant, the engine was squeezed into the cab by the enormous force, and the entire car body was compressed to half its original length in a second, and then pushed backward.
At the same time, the two heavy trucks that came rushing in from behind, with the same ferocity, devoured the back of the convoy.
The last vehicle caused almost no effective obstruction before being squeezed, lifted, and twisted into a pretzel by the massive cabs of the two trucks, and then propelled like a bullet toward its companion in front.
A bloody feast of steel against steel is about to begin!
Ten luxury cars, representing status and prestige, were instantly transformed into a giant metal sandwich by the deadly attack of three heavy trucks.
The deafening sounds of twisting metal, tearing, shattering glass, and the muffled thud of exploding tires blended together to create a symphony from hell.
The tragedy of the first car spread to the last car in a tenth of a second through a domino effect.
The space inside the carriage was drastically compressed in the most violent way.
The sturdy frame was twisted and broken, and the heavy doors were squeezed inward, pinning the people inside firmly to their seats.
The piercing screams had barely begun when they abruptly ceased, drowned out by an even louder metallic scraping sound.
Blood spurted from the shattered car window, gleaming like a bursting red firework under the blinding beam of the headlights.
Severed arms and twisted limbs flew out of the shattered vehicle and scattered all over the ground with the force of the explosion.
In less than three seconds, the entire convoy was transformed into a long, smoky, sparking, writhing, and deforming steel tomb.
The pungent smell of gasoline and engine oil mixed with a strong stench of blood filled the air.
The three heavy trucks did not slow down at all. They used their enormous kinetic energy to push the pile of scrap metal, which was tens of meters long, and plowed a deep trench in the road, sparks flying everywhere.
On the bayside highway under the cover of night, only a mess of metal wreckage and dark red liquid mixed with gasoline slowly seeping out from the gaps in the wreckage remained.
Everything returned to deathly silence...