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"𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙥 𝙍𝙖𝙣! 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮!"
The night pulsed with danger as Rindou's frantic voice cut through the tension, "I'm trying. The road is packed. Damn it."
In a chaotic symphony of adrenaline, Rindou reloaded his pistol. The bullets from the enemy rained down on them, trying to get them off their tail.
"Shit. They have more men?!" Sanzu yelled, dodging the bullets as more cars with shooters began to fire at them.
"Hold on, I'm gonna try to get past these trucks!" Koko paled, seeing the slim chance of the car slipping in between the two trucks ahead of them. "Are you kidding?! There's no way it would fit!!" He screeched, grabbing onto the sides of the car for dear life.
"That's what she said." The Haitani's said in unison.
"If I die I want you to delete my search history for me, bro." Ran muttered, shedding a fake tear.
"HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA DELETE IT IF I DIE TOO?!"
Ran thought for a moment. "Oh well. Then let me confess that I wore your tongs."
"I DON'T HAVE TONGS!" Rindou retaliated.
"I do."
The two Haitanis turned their attention to Sanzu, who was glaring at Ran. "Well, shit. Let's talk about this after we've dealt with these imbeciles."
With that, he focused on the road and sped up. As the trucks got closer, the distance between it grew smaller.
Rindou gripped on his seatbelt while Sanzu hugged Koko's arm, dialing Takeomi.
