stonecrandall Chapter 190
Chapter 190
After the two got off the car, they could see that the truck not far away had also been turned off. Because Nighthawk made a sharp turn in a hurry, the truck crashed into the mountain wall on the side. The front of the truck was severely damaged, the entire front face was almost completely sunken, the metal parts were twisted and deformed, and the broken windshield was scattered all over the ground, shining with a cold and strange light under the moonlight.
As for the people in the truck, their lives and deaths were unknown.
When Thorn took out his pistol and wanted to walk towards the truck, Nighthawk stretched out his hand to stop Thorn. Nighthawk frowned slightly, and a solemn look flashed between his eyebrows.
Nighthawk's eyes were fixed on the damaged truck, and his voice was low and serious: "Wait, don't be impulsive."
Intuition told Nighthawk and Thorn that the collision just now was not a simple accident. Nighthawk had slowed down when he was about to enter the curve, and there were no lights on the curve, and no horn warning sound.
The curve that was supposed to be silent and dark was broken by the truck that suddenly rushed out when they were unprepared.
The truck seemed to have been waiting for their arrival at the curve. When they entered the curve, the truck suddenly turned on the lights, started the engine, and rushed over desperately.
Nighthawk kept thinking about the thrilling moment in his mind, and his heartbeat was still beating rapidly.
He knew that if everything was in line with his reasoning, then the truck in front of him was here to take their lives, and its ultimate goal was to prevent them from going to the library to investigate.
Nighthawk couldn't help thinking that if the mastermind behind all this was really to prevent their investigation, then the person behind this murder must still be the mysterious Lord Black Mountain.
"You are on guard at the periphery, I'll go over and take a look."
Nighthawk took a deep breath and looked at Thorn with a firm gaze. Although the truck was seriously damaged, for the sake of safety, Nighthawk still didn't want Thorn to take risks.
He knew that this investigation was full of unknown dangers, and he had to protect Thorn as much as possible.
Thorn hesitated for a moment, but did not object, and nodded solemnly. She understood that Nighthawk's decision was for everyone's safety, but she was still a little worried.
Then she told Nighthawk: "Be careful."
There was a hint of nervousness in her voice, but more trust and determination.
Nighthawk nodded, holding the pistol in his hand, and approached the truck step by step. Every step was taken carefully, and the gravel and glass fragments under his feet made a creaking sound. His eyes were always alert, his body was tense, and he was ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.
Thorn also held a pistol in his hand, paying close attention to the movements around him. Her eyes kept scanning the surroundings, and her ears listened to any slight sound.
The night wind blew gently, ruffling her hair, but she did not dare to be distracted at all.
A minute later, the agile Nighthawk came to the huge truck quietly like a ghost. He approached lightly, and through the narrow gap of the truck window, Nighthawk carefully observed the situation inside the car with full vigilance.
The driver of the truck hit his head heavily on the steering wheel, and the blood gushed out like a spring. The driver had lost consciousness and was lying there motionless.
Nighthawk's heartbeat accelerated slightly uncontrollably. In this dangerous situation, he didn't know whether this was a trap carefully designed by the enemy. Maybe the driver who seemed unconscious was just pretending, holding his breath, waiting for him to approach and suddenly launch a fatal attack.
He took a deep breath, and kept telling himself to stay calm in his heart, trying to calm himself down. However, the hand holding the gun still tightened unconsciously, and fine beads of sweat appeared in the palm of his hand.
Nighthawk then opened the truck door carefully like a cautious cat. In an instant, a strong and disgusting smell of blood and pungent gasoline came to his face like a tide.
He couldn't help but frown, his stomach churned, but he still endured the pungent smell and continued to observe the situation in the car with full concentration.
The driver's body leaned softly on the seat, like a puppet without support. Nighthawk reached out and tentatively felt his breath, but found that there was no breath at all.
Just because his head was pierced by sharp broken glass, his face was completely destroyed and bloody. The miserable scene was unbearable to look at, and even looking at it for a second would be terrifying.
Nighthawk gritted his teeth, his eyes revealed determination and determination, and decided to search the car to see if there was any trace of it.See if he can find some valuable clues from it.
He first cast his eyes on the storage box beside the seat, and then he couldn't wait to reach out and search inside. However, except for a pile of miscellaneous sundries, he finally found nothing.
Then, he was not discouraged, and slowly reached his hand into the driver's pocket. At this moment, his hand accidentally touched a hard object. He took it out and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a photo of a little girl.
The little girl in the photo had an extremely bright smile, and her eyes were as clear as a spring. Nighthawk secretly thought that the innocent and lovely little girl in the photo might be the relative of this driver.
There was no time to think about anything else, and Nighthawk continued to search non-stop.
Suddenly, a faint "tick-tick" sound came into his ears.
His nerves instantly tightened like a taut bowstring, and he quickly looked in the direction of the sound. He saw that under the driver's seat, the display screen of a time bomb was flashing a creepy red light.
What was even more shocking was that there were only five seconds left on the time bomb, and every second of it ticked like the grim mockery of the god of death.
In his anxiety, Nighthawk's first reaction was to open the car door and escape, but the weird thing was that the doors on both sides were locked as if they were cast by a vicious magic, and no matter how hard he pulled, they did not move.
"5!"
"4!"
When the timer entered the countdown, the powerless Nighthawk realized that he had fallen into the trap that the enemy had set for him long ago.
His forehead was bulging with veins, and beads of sweat rolled down, and his heart was full of despair and helplessness.
At that moment, he looked at the Thorn who was gesturing to him not far away, his eyes were full of endless helplessness and deep unwillingness.
Thorn's figure gradually became hazy in his blurred vision, but his eyes were still full of desire for life and regret for failing to complete his mission.
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