After the crash, the Mercedes was severely deformed, and thick smoke billowed from the Maybach in front of them.
Lone Wolf angrily kicked open the door, ignoring the blood pouring from his forehead, and turned to pull Ethan out. His voice was excited. "Mr. Thomas, we're safe!"
Ethan's expression relaxed, a hint of triumph flickering across his face. They'd just dodged disaster, and for a moment, even he hadn't been sure they'd make it out alive. But he'd trusted his instincts, and that had made all the difference. Even when things seemed hopeless, he refused to give up.
"Hiss..." Ethan looked up to see the Maybach's front destroyed. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flames, smoke stung the throat, and there was a faint odor of gasoline.
A sense of foreboding crept over
