Squeak!
In the screeching sound of the brakes, two cars stopped one behind the other.
Jason grabbed the female pastry chef and rushed out of the car.
Hannibal had unconditional trust in Jason and followed immediately.
The female pastry chef was similar.
Thus, she didn't struggle at all, but adjusted her body to cooperate with Jason.
Meanwhile, Edward, Bansey, and Griffin in the car behind were even more responsive; they took out their weapons and rolled out of the car after the vehicle in front made a sudden stop.
To ordinary people, a car seems to be a solid defensive measure.
But in the eyes of Edward, Bansey, and Griffin, it was a coffin.
Perhaps mixed with some glass and steel, but the essence of a coffin remained unchanged.
And in the next moment—
Ratatat!
From the shadows, gunfire erupted.
Bullets fell like rain, piercing through the car that Jason was in.
