The truck, remarkably, was brought to a halt by his sheer force—only capable of creeping forward at a snail's pace.
Comb Teeth took a deep breath, and the bullets embedded in various parts of his body were slowly pushed out.
He exerted force once more, his right hand violently smashing forward, shattering the vehicle's window!
With a hand larger than an average human's skull, he grasped the driver's head.
Just like a human gripping a pet cat's head, the driver was completely powerless, his skull clutched and dragged out of the truck. The vehicle came to a stop as a result.
Comb Teeth then threw him onto the ground—this force was akin to a strangle for him, and, just in case, he stomped on the man's stomach.
Finally, there was silence.
"—Awesome! Feels so damn good!"
Bathed in blood and resembling a Demon God, Comb Teeth stood with one hand on his hip and his chest proudly puffed out, laughing heartily.
