The street lamps by the side of the road shone into the vehicle, but they were filtered by the dark windows, making it appear abnormally dim.
This seemed to shroud the driver in shadows, bringing an indescribable horror and coldness with him.
This was a completely different feeling from close combat or a gunfight.
The hair on Eugene's back stood on end. He felt more terrified than ever.
He suddenly braced his body and exerted immense strength, about to activate the machinery inside of him to counterattack at maximum speed. But he suddenly found himself incapable of raising his arms. It felt as if they no longer belonged to him.
The series of counterattacks—which he had expected—encountered obstacles that exceeded his imagination just as they began.
Right on the heels of this, a black muzzle then appeared in front of his eyes.
Eugene immediately felt the metal's coldness on his forehead.
"Be quiet," the driver said emotionlessly.
