"What are you going to do?"
Vicks had swerved in front of Devon without answering him. Both their cars maintained the sspeed, and Devon had no choice
but to accelerate and push his car forward, using the race car's bumper to lock Vick's car into position and continue pushing it
forward.
Just then, Devon saw Vicks climb out of his car with his pistol strapped to his waist. Vicks climbed on top of his race car, taking two
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsteps backward before charging forward.
Devon realized what Vicks was trying to do and pushed Vicks' car forward as well. Vicks leaped forward and grabbed the trunk of
Wilbur's van, yanking it open and going inside.
Vicks did not feel anything when he crashed into the trunk of the van. However, after going inside, he finally noticed a sharp sting
in his nose. He felt it, and blood was trickling out of his nostrils.
"This is all your fault, you bastard. You're going to f*cking die today!"
Vicks took out an axe as he made his way to the front of the trunk, swinging the axe into the walls of the van.
Sparks flew as Vicks hacked an opening into the wall and was finally able to see Wilbur in the driver's seat. Vicks took out his pistol,
firing three shots at Wilbur through the opening.
The van began to slow down, and Vicks flashed a triumphant smile. He was certain that Wilbur had been shot, so he lowered his
pistol to take a look when the van braked sharply and sent Vicks crashing into the sides of the trunk headfirst.
"F*ck, that hurt!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVicks rubbed his forehead. He turned around to see that the driver's seat was now empty. The trunk was opened the next second,
and Vicks saw a figure charging in
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