Hurghada was not a city suited to car chases. Any veteran would think so. In fact, across the vast continent of Africa, basically only a few major cities in South Africa could handle that kind of spectacle. The rest, thanks to poorly managed road conditions, simply did not allow for high-speed driving.
But road conditions did not affect only one side. The pursuers were slow, and the escapees were just as slow. That led to an extremely ridiculous situation: the winner of the car chase was not decided by driving skill, but by who could endure the jolting better.
The locals had a huge advantage. They usually referred to people from developed countries, people who had enjoyed extremely well-maintained highways, as "delicate wimps." Even those from Siberia were no exception. After all, there were not many birds or mice on the roads there, while here they were everywhere. When a car hit and ran over them, it doubled the bumpiness of the ride.
But the opponent they had run into was Deathstroke. This guy could take a missile to the face without blinking. Even if the car tripped over the Himalayan Mountains, he could instantly sink into a horse stance and stabilize himself, completely unaffected by the jolts.
And in this African-style car chase that was not exactly exciting—one could even call it a little ridiculous—there was only one victim: Schiller, whose inner-ear balance system had been damaged.
When Deathstroke lured the police over and jumped into the car himself, Schiller had roughly guessed what he was planning to do. But the effects brought on by severe damage to his balance system were much greater than he had imagined. He had never thought he would get carsick, much less this badly.
With a click, the car door was yanked straight