Heavy machine guns raked the area with fire and missiles pounded the ground.
This approach wasn’t just ruthless — it was insane.
Although the blast zone ahead was only about a hundred metres wide, the panic it caused spread as if the entire motorway had been set alight. The traffic, already in utter chaos, descended into complete disorder. Some drivers turned their steering wheels sharply, forcing their cars off the smooth highway and into the desert in a desperate attempt to turn around and flee. Others floored the accelerator, gambling that they could plough through. Those trapped in place frantically honked their horns, as if that piercing noise could blast a path to safety.
Victor slid down the small hill, his feet crunching on gravel and sand. He sprinted back to the car in a few s
