The red lights of the Big Ghost Mecha illuminated the cockpit.
Its alloyed heavy fist came crashing down, directly blasting apart the engine hood.
The glass in front of John shattered and scattered.
The whole car lightly bounced on the ground and then settled down.
The main shaft of the steering wheel was torn off, and a metal pin scraped across his chest, slicing from John's ribs downwards, tearing through clothes and skin.
He threw the steering wheel out of the twisted windshield frame, watching it bounce off the metal surface, trying to escape, only to find the entire main driver's seat had severely deformed.
The mechanical engine restarted.
The Big Ghost Mecha gripped the steel plate fittings; every finger was a sharp, hard hydraulic alloy, violently disassembling the vehicle, even stomping on the engine hood to tear off the car roof...
By this time, John had crawled to the back seat.
