A solitary girl, the pitch-black M43, bullet scars scattered across the ground, the scene seemed eerily out of place.
The people in the Cadillac vaguely sensed something was wrong and were about to have the driver turn the car around when suddenly two dozen bodyguards appeared around the little girl.
They aimed their weapons at this side, the dark muzzles glinting coldly in the night.
"FUCK! We've been tricked! Thomson betrayed us!" Demon Hawke shouted angrily from inside the car. "It's an ambush! Get out of here!"
The Cadillac's driver immediately turned the car around, attempting to retreat the way they came.
But at that moment, the roar of massive engines approached from afar rapidly.
Four bulky black SUVs sped towards them and skidded to a stop, blocking the entire wide road side by side.
With Cadillac's only escape route cut off, Demon Hawke couldn't help but curse again.
In the empty night, a girl's voice with a metallic timbre rang out.
