The truck's window glass shattered into a spider web pattern.
Half of the driver's head slumped to the side, the safety belt on the corpse went taut instantly, and brain matter mixed with blood splattered on the front windshield.
The street corner was in chaos.
Citizens of Eden City were very familiar with gunfire. The pedestrians almost simultaneously protected their heads and crouched down, bending over to move away from the intersection.
The surrounding cars also crashed into each other.
The expressions of the drivers behind were varied; people instinctively moved away from trouble. Someone in reverse bumped into another's front hood, those turning corners scratched against oncoming cars...
The originally spacious road was completely blocked.
John held a silenced pistol, slowly walking past the front of the small truck.
The co-driver pushed the driver away.
He was just about to pull out the gun from his hand.
