Thump!
The second oldest, holding a homemade dart box, hadn't even realized what had just happened.
His head tilted to one side, and he died in the back seat.
The dart had gone directly into his brow, and blood instantly stained his shirt red.
"If you don't want to die, just drive normally."
Julius Reed turned around and carelessly threw the dart onto the lap of the man still alive behind him, "Also, turn off that jammer of yours, don't make me do it myself."
"How... how did you know..."
The man behind him trembled as he placed his hand on the jammer, hesitating whether to disconnect the power.
"Stop your futile resistance. If I can dismantle the dart without his knowledge, do you think I wouldn't notice your little antics?"
Julius Reed grabbed the driver's right trouser pocket and pinched down hard!
Crack!
"Ah..."
The driver screamed in agony, and the car swayed unsteadily.
But his rich driving experience quickly steadied the vehicle.