The bullet shot out from the muzzle, hitting the target very precisely, causing shudders...
Cough, cough.
Luo An's shooting was accurate; three bullets hit the red car's front left tire, and the remaining two struck the rear left tire.
As it was turning, the red car instantly lost balance and crashed diagonally into a tree on the roadside.
Slowly parking the SUV by the roadside, Luo An walked towards the smoking car with a Glock 18 in hand, ready in a guard position.
The driver was indeed Millard Thompson.
And since he abided by the traffic rules and wore his seatbelt while driving, his injuries weren't severe, consisting only of a broken thigh and a concussion.
Following usual protocol, Luo An pulled out his phone to call an ambulance.
Just after hanging up, Mona called him.
Upon seeing who it was, Luo An quickly pressed the answer button:
"How is it, Mona, are you alright?"
"What could possibly happen to me?"
