Still accelerating.

After following the process three times and seeing no results, Lake shrugged helplessly.

Next second.

Glock's seventeenth style appeared directly on Lake's hands.

The car window rolls down.

Lake stretched out the right hand with the gun out of the window and aimed at the van in front.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Four shots in one second.

Shooting without any flaws!
Chapter completed!