Jiang Hao regained consciousness. His car was now parked on the grass, completely unable to move. Smelling a burnt odor inside the cab, Jiang Hao immediately understood that the electronic components in his pickup had probably all been destroyed by that lightning bolt.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~!"
A booming roar of wind came from behind him.
Jiang Hao turned around and saw that a Super Tornado had caught up to him. Now that it was so close, he could feel its terrifying violence even more clearly. He did not jump out of the vehicle and run; he knew there was no way his legs could outrun a tornado. He could only grip the handle tightly.
The gale howled. The pickup first trembled violently, then was sucked into the sky with a whoosh, spinning and spinning again within the raging tornado vortex.
The violent spinning woke Mark from his faint. Seeing what was happening, he stared wide-eyed and screamed, "Ah~~~~! Where are we?"
"At the center of the tornado vortex."
"Oh my God~~~ Urgh!" Fat Mark fainted again.
Jiang Hao thought to himself that this fat guy really had a charmed life. Even lightning could not kill him. He must have been one of those people fated not to die.
They spun wildly as debris occasionally slammed into the pickup's body with loud clangs. Having been sucked into the tornado, Jiang Hao could do nothing about it. He did not dare go outside. At least inside the car, there was a layer of metal protecting him, giving him a better chance of survival. Outside, even if he was not smashed to death by the fall, other debris would kill him.
One hand gripped the door handle while the other held the seat belt. Jiang Hao silently opened the system panel.
"Countdown: 0:00:21."