Under the night sky, Jack quickly approached the black sedan behind him.
Two FBI members were grumbling in the car.
"How much longer do we have to wait? My waist is about to break. Is this Death Inquisitor coming?"
"Almost. It'll be over in four hours. Be patient, grit your teeth, and we'll be there."
As the two agents in the car were speaking, the back door of the car suddenly rang. The two of them turned around and saw a person enter the backseat.
Under the brim of his black hat was a potholed face. There was blood flowing out from it. It was as if human skin had just been removed. It was like a thorn that pierced into their pain nerves.
"F..."
The two of them were about to scream, but they suddenly felt a pain in their necks and fainted.
After dealing with the two of them, Jack pulled the man in the driver's seat and threw him in the back seat, then sat in the driver's seat.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
