"Is that a f*cking bazooka?" Carl exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he peered through the rear window of the car at the three ominous vans tailing them.
The vans were filled with men, their faces cold and determined, peering out from the open side doors, weapons at the ready. They knew that their standard firearms wouldn't put much of a dent in the fortified vehicle ahead.
One of them sneered and said, "Time to bring out the big gun." The others exchanged grim nods, and the three vans spread out, with the middle one accelerating slightly ahead of the others.
The side door of the middle van slid open with a metallic clank, revealing two men struggling to hoist a massive hunk of metal—a bazooka.
One man took aim, while the other steadied the weapon, ensuring it didn't topple off the speeding van.
