The little boy's father saw the whole thing. While covering his son's eyes and mouth with his hands, he himself also didn't dare to move, because he knew that once he moved, he would become like those men in the black suit.
However, bad luck didn't seem to want to let go of him. After the four cars were turned into dust and the dozen men were killed, that demon-like man suddenly looked back at him. With just one look by that bloody red eyes, he was almost scared to death.
He's coming! He's coming! What should I do?
The little boy's father swallowed with difficulty, and his mind was blank. He did not know what to do at all.
To run, or not to run?
Two thoughts were fighting fiercely in his mind. If he chose to run, he certainly could not outrun those scary black lines, but if he chose not to run, he would end up like those men in black suits.