The ambulance came up and hit his car.
The ambulance wasn't going very fast, and Uncle, accustomed to riding shotgun on police dispatches, might have been knocked unconscious by the airbag. It was the subsequent impact from the vehicles behind that snatched away his life.
Since there was a 13-car pile-up, several more vehicles were bound to come soon.
Fang Huai made up his mind and stepped back further.
Just then, about two or three hundred meters away, a red truck emerged from around the bend.
Here it came.
Indeed, not only was the truck large, but it was also moving at a speed clearly exceeding the bend's limit.
This could be the same vehicle from his past life that had rear-ended the ambulance and then crushed Uncle's car.
Fang Huai immediately stepped towards the center, raised his left hand, and made a standard traffic police gesture to stop, while waving with his right hand, signaling the driver to pull over.
There was another sound of impact.
