Leaving the Mitchell Estate, it was already half-past nine.
This area is the suburbs, quite deserted.
Getting onto the main road, I drove toward the city.
On the road, there weren't many vehicles; it felt somewhat desolate.
After driving for a while, suddenly, I saw in the lane ahead, a black SUV driving the wrong way, heading straight for a Bentley in front.
That Bentley was none other than President Rodriguez's car.
In an instant, my expression changed.
The Bentley reacted in time, a right turn, trying to dodge. But the SUV also turned, crashing straight into it.
Everything happened so quickly, in just a matter of seconds, the two cars collided, erupting with a loud bang.
The Bentley was hit sideways, the tires screeching against the pavement, emitting a piercing sound.
Then, the SUV stopped, the car door opened, and two tall, masked men got out. It was obvious they were foreigners, and they were both Old Jack.
Both were wearing suits, with exceptionally burly physiques.
