Vika was lying on the back seat.
"Bang!"
"Clang!"
"..."
It never quieted down around his ears.
Suddenly.
"Crash!"
"Ah!"
The rear car door glass was smashed, glass shards flew down and hit Vika on the head. He could only hold his head and scream, "I'm in the back, don't shoot, I'm a hostage, damn it, I'm a hostage."
The shout carried a sense of desolation.
Damn.
Don't you have any professional ethics? I'm a hostage, be careful, okay? If you kill me, you won't get a penny and you'll definitely face the Suto Clan's hunt.
Also.
Are peanuts free?
However.
"Bang!"
"Crash."
"Ah!"
The glass on the right side didn't escape either.
Smashed.
"Bastard."
Vika shouted.
Unfortunately.
No one paid attention to him.
"Bang!"
"Bang"
"Bang!"
The sounds were unending, as if they were getting more intense, and what frustrated Vika the most was that the car stereo was playing a dynamic song, the melody very familiar, lively yet passionate.
"..."
Damn it.
