So, You Crashed and Burned?

Luke sighed helplessly. "And I thought we could spend our remaining time together peacefully…"

Vanessa gazed at him with her charming electrifying eyes. "Can you take care of them first?"

Luke said, "What if they've mistaken us for someone else?"

"This is the one! It's Edgar's pickup! Kill those son of b*tches!" At the roar, many people locked and loaded their guns.

Luke: "Fine. It seems they didn't mistake us for someone else. Then there's no need to feel guilty."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang!

He killed five of the six men who got out of the cars, and Vanessa shot down the last one.

The whole process took no more than two seconds.

Ignoring the six dead men, Luke turned his head and looked at a car that was slowly making its way over.

When the car drew near, a slightly familiar black baldie greeted him casually from the driver's seat. "Hey! It seems you don't need my help anymore."