Unmodified car doors are not bulletproof, so taking cover inside a car during intense gunfire is akin to lying down in a coffin in advance.
No one knew which car Will was sitting in, but whoever dared to raise their head attracted concentrated fire.
From the moment Lance slammed on the accelerator to return to the car, up to now, at most three or four minutes had passed, maybe five, but possibly less.
The scent released after the ignition of gunpowder was addictive; some people loved this smell, along with the odor of gasoline and banana water.
Others loved the scent of paint; in short, there would always be people who are fond of various different smells.
The clicking sound of the firing pin hitting an empty chamber made Ethan toss aside the submachine gun and pull out his pistol, unleashing a barrage of bullets at the nearest car.
