The bombs were falling thicker and faster, and there were more and more vehicles squeezing in from the front and back. The driver's hands were bleeding from gripping the steering wheel, his face a mask of horror, and he kept looking back at Shen Li in the rear seat.
They couldn't hold out much longer. Even a reinforced Marauder couldn't possibly block so many bombs. It was already the limit to have lasted this long without any relief.
What astonished the driver was why Shen Li was still so calm.
After turning off the radio, Shen Li had been very quiet. Whether bombs were exploding or the helicopter ahead, he was almost scared to death, but Shen Li was quiet, as if she were seated in a car on her way to a dinner party, not panic-stricken in the least.
An invisible kind of emotion seemed to infect him too; otherwise, he wouldn't have possibly held on for so long.
