Is this death?
At the brink, he mused, lamented, without much fear, only a sense of satisfaction—he had avenged his brother!
But even in death, he never let go of the throttle; his grip on the steering wheel never wavered!
The car suddenly burst into the warehouse, crashing through the hastily arranged sandbags before coming to a stop, its drive wheels still spinning incessantly.
Two gunmen approached with weapons drawn and pulled open the car door, then saw the less than one-centimeter-long fuse and the large firework in the backseat.
The gunmen's faces instantly turned ashen.
Damn it, Fack!
The massive explosion, accompanied by the clatter of rocks and debris falling from the sky onto the car's roof, heralded the formidable power of the blast!
Yet none of the escapees were happy, because just moments ago, they had bid farewell to a brother they had lived and worked with for many years—a permanent farewell.
Some of them... may never even retrieve their bodies.
