933 On A Rampage

Nora looked ahead.

As a hitman, she naturally had a sixth sense.

Those people were mercenaries.

As she observed what was happening in front, she turned her head to see Queenie, who wasn't much of a fighter at all, narrowing her eyes warily. She clenched her fingers nervously and held them at her waist.

This was a person's natural reaction when they encountered danger.

Nora withdrew her gaze, a dull glint flashing across her almond-shaped eyes.

"Get out of the car! This is a checkpoint!"

The people outside knocked on the window and shouted fiercely.

Nora made an "OK" hand gesture. She pretended to roll down the window, but the next moment, she suddenly started the car and stepped on the gas pedal!

Vroom!

As the revving of the car starting rang out, the car lunged forward.

It knocked away the trio standing in front and blocking their way.

"Damn it, go after them! Don't let them get away!"