The moment the car crashed into the jeep, the robbers sitting in the jeep jumped out at the last second. The wedding car, using maximum horsepower, pushed the empty jeep aside and broke through the encirclement.
Dada dada dada, a burst of machine gun fire from behind.
Zhong Qiaohui's head was pressed down by a hand.
The wedding car spun around to dodge the gunfire, swaying left and right erratically, making the people inside feel like kites with snapped strings, ready to be thrown out at any moment.
Zhang Yingxi had one hand on the steering wheel and turned his head to say, "Once I drive through up ahead, find a place to get off the car."
"What did you say?" Zhong Qiaohui shouted as if she didn't understand.
"I said! The road ahead is dark, if you get off they won't know. I'll drive the car to divert them—" Saying this, he pressed the accelerator, increasing the horsepower, and the wedding car turned off its headlights, speeding through the desert night.
