Suddenly, Irish rushed to the front of her car, extracted the tire iron from the trunk, and hit the car madly while the crowd screamed. The surrounding people were frightened as her actions became fiercer, smashing the car windows to pieces.
At last, she shouted towards the mess, tears flooding her eyes. This shouting was like letting out the hatred and anger of years, and it nearly used up all her strength. After dropping the tire iron, she just sat in the broken glasses, unable to stand up.
As she recovered consciousness, she found herself sitting in the police station. Surrounded by constant footsteps, she looked around weakly, and finally, an insistent voice interrupted her, "What happened to your car? Why did you smash your car?"
And then she looked up. It was from a policeman, a heavy-weight policeman with a loud and powerful voice.
"I smashed my car. It's none of your business." She used a breathy voice.
"Were you drinking?"
