Romuel was too late to react – Sinan swung more than half his body out from the side, bent his knee mid-air, and in a lightning-fast move, dove through the side window into the car cabin!
The off-road vehicle traversed rugged ravines, continuously crushing bushes and rocks, side mirrors successively knocked off by trees and zombies, flying far away.
In the driver’s cabin, Romuel drew his gun. Just as he chambered a round, Sinan grabbed his hand and forcibly raised it. During the struggle, the gun discharged, all shots hitting the car roof!
Bullet casings flew wildly in the small space, all ammunition spent. Romuel threw the gun to grab the steering wheel, but Sinan desperately blocked him, the car’s front racing towards a wide tree ravine!
Romuel roared: “Have you lost your mind?!”
Sinan smiled slightly, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth: “I told you I’d leave you dead here today.”
The coldness and determination in those words stunned Romuel, who tried to brake but was too late. The car’s front shot past the ravine’s edge, wheels spinning wildly in the air, then the heavy vehicle lost balance and plunged headfirst into the deep ravine!
Boom—
Soil and rocks fell, the off-road vehicle hitting rocks and bouncing, rolling multiple times before crashing head-on into a large tree, the steel body enveloping the tree trunk, finally coming to a stop.
The entire car was twisted, barely recognizable. After an indeterminate time, the already deformed rear door opened, and Sinan, covered in blood, crawled out difficultly.
Clang!
Sinan gasped and looked back, seeing a blood-covered hand emerge from the side window, grabbing the half-collapsed car door and forcefully prying it open.
Immediately after, Romuel squeezed out onto the ground.
“Noah,” he stood up supporting himself on a tree trunk, though covered in blood and looking miserable, he spoke with a smile: “You want to kill me?”
Sinan closed his eyes, then opened them again. Intense pain and dizziness made even opening his eyes difficult, with a bloody sweet flow rising in his throat with each breath, as if his internal organs had been ground into meat paste.
But he still stood up, some invisible willpower turning into strength, rigidly supporting his spine.
“You must die…” he panted, blood seeping between his teeth as he spoke.
