He didn't bother with the fallen phone.
Luka, who had raised his head again, immediately noticed it.
At the normally busy intersection, a dump truck that had been driving in front of his car suddenly braked and stopped for some unknown reason.
If Samira hadn't maintained a sufficient distance from the large truck and reacted quickly enough, his car's front end would likely have plunged directly under the truck.
Even so, Luka and his car were forced to stop in the middle of the road.
However, Samira's quick reaction didn't mean other vehicles behind them could react similarly.
Before Luka could catch his breath, a loud bang echoed.
Without any surprise, the car behind them crashed directly into the rear of Luka's car.
The immense impact immediately pushed the vehicle forward another section.
This was followed by a series of 'bang, bang, bang, bang' sounds.
It was unclear how many cars were involved in the chain collision.
But at this moment, the front of Luka's car was completely wedged under the large truck in front of them.
The front windshield shattered like a spiderweb, and the deployed airbags slammed Samira's head heavily against the seat back.
However, Samira couldn't care less about herself at this moment.
She pulled out a sharp small knife to puncture the airbag while shouting loudly to Luka.
"Young Master! Get out of the car!"
Luka, dazed by the continuous impacts, quickly fumbled for his seatbelt based on his past and present car accident experiences and unbuckled it.
Just then, there was another impact.
This time, a car from a side lane directly crashed into Luka's car door.
The force of this impact wasn't significant, but the colliding car perfectly jammed Luka's door.
He quickly straightened his body and scanned the approaching car.
However, what he saw was the driver of that sedan abandoning the car in a panic without even glancing his way.
Luka immediately realized that this car accident was not accidental.
Indeed, as he turned to try and crawl to the other side to get out, he could already see a massive dump truck approaching from the other side of the intersection, without slowing down, heading straight for them.
'Damn it!!'
There was no time to think; even if he crawled to the other side and opened the door to get out now, he might not be able to avoid the roaring dump truck.
Looking at the shattered window of the right car door, Luka's mind quickly calmed down.
He then reached for the gun holster at his waist.
A large, dark green handgun with a very peculiar design was immediately drawn out.
At the same time, he was scrambling towards the car door, using both hands and feet.
The gun's blue light strip continuously flickered, and a series of electronic announcements began.
"Portable psychological diagnosis, system not connected, Dominator, activated, user confirmation..."
"Stop your damn nonsense! Activate the Destroyer mode!!" Luka roared, directly interrupting the tedious broadcast.
"User confirmed, executing mode, Destruction · Disintegration!"
Immediately after, the dark green handgun in Luka's hand rapidly split open.
As if exposing internal chips, blue light surged continuously, forming rings of strip-like light that completely enveloped half of Luka's arm.
A 'ziz-la' electrical sound continuously rang out.
"Samira! You get out first!!"
Hearing Luka's roar and noticing the continuously charging weapon in his hand, she, knowing the weapon's power, didn't hesitate at all and rushed out of the driver's seat.
At this moment, Luka had also pushed open the car door, with one foot on the ground.
The rapidly approaching dump truck was right before his eyes, but Luka's eyes held only chilling coldness.
'Go to hell! I'm not prepared to transmigrate again!!'
He raised his arm and lifted the gun, the broadcast in his ear still continuing.
"Target completely cleared, please note!"
At this point, the light cluster accumulated at the muzzle had expanded to its limit, and the blue light strips had all converged, forming a terrifying high-energy particle stream.
The next moment, a 'hum' sound occurred.
A blue-green high-energy particle beam fiercely blasted out, instantly hitting the dump truck in front.
Blue and White light continuously surged, forming a giant 'ziz-la' crackling energy ball.
The terrifying high-temperature particles instantly cut a huge circular opening in the front of the truck.
As the vehicle moved forward rapidly, this cut also quickly extended backward.
In just an instant, the high-energy particle ball suspended in front of Luka had penetrated the entire vehicle body.
The incandescent cut surfaces of the metal all broke apart, scattering rapidly in all directions with the dump truck's momentum.
The massive dump truck was completely pulverized by this one shot.
Only a few remnants remained in the dead corners of the circular cut.
"Boom-rumble—"
Scattered fragments brushed past Luka.
He could even faintly feel the heat wave caused by the high-temperature metal passing by his ear.
Vehicles on both sides were severely damaged by the impact of these rapidly flying metal fragments.
However, Luka, who was at the very center of the 'impact', was completely unharmed.
All 'attacks' were torn apart head-on by this one shot.
He stepped out of the car door with his other foot, letting the breeze stirred by the heat wave caress his cheek.
Luka stood still for a moment.
The Dominator's magnificent unfolded mode in his hand quickly retracted, transforming back into a dark green handgun with only a slightly peculiar design.
Until now, most passersby still hadn't figured out what had happened.
But whether it was the passersby on the street or the drivers who had gotten out of their cars, cursing and preparing to find the culprit of the chain collision, all of them were now staring blankly at everything Luka had caused.
The entire street seemed to fall silent for a second.
...
Until...
"Oh! Ly! Sh! It!"
"Ah ah ah!!"
A chorus of curses rose.
No, no one screamed in fright.
After all, New York residents, having just experienced the Chitauri invasion, had their psychological resilience tempered.
More people stopped, taking out their phones to record videos.
As for the 'ah ah ah' sound, it came from the driver who had just driven the dump truck into Luka.
'He's still a jock?'
Perhaps it was because he was already planning to jump out of the car at the last moment, or perhaps it was just pure luck.
Even with the entire dump truck in pieces, this guy was still alive.
At this moment, only one of his legs was completely disintegrated and gone, and he lay on the ground, bruised and purple, struggling, screaming, and rolling.
Luka reinserted the Dominator into the gun holster at his waist, merely glancing at the crowd taking photos before ignoring them.
Samira, who had gotten out of the car earlier, now came around from the other side.
After kicking the still screaming driver unconscious, she walked over to Luka and reported in a low voice.
"The drivers of the dump truck in front and the sedan on the side have already vanished, and the driver of the car behind was indeed an accidental rear-end collision, so this is the only survivor left."
Luka just nodded faintly at her words.
Confirming that the vehicles behind them had no risk of smoking or exploding, he leaned lightly against the car door and instructed Samira.
"Contact the lawyer; we'll wait for the Police here!"