The drivers of the first police car and the several cars behind it had definitely never played a game called Five-Star Good Citizen.
Otherwise, they would certainly have been wary of this kind of maneuver. After all, in a city where everyone was a Five-Star Good Citizen, who knew how many accidents like this happened every day?
The driver had no time to brake. After crashing into the trailer that had overturned the truck, he could only follow its direction and drive off the highway.
Most of the cars behind it did the same. Even the armored transport vehicle failed to dodge in time, slamming hard into the trailer before shooting off the highway!
The cars were jammed together on the highway. Before anyone could react, a large group of fully armed men ran out of the truck's trailer and launched an attack on the police.
Fully automatic weapons. Large caliber. Out in the open.
The rattatattat of gunfire carried far. These men wantonly surrounded and even gunned down the officers escorting the convoy.
Only after no one was left who could fight back did they approach the rear door of the armored transport vehicle and cut through the lock.
The killer had already collapsed on the floor of the vehicle, the blood on his head slightly sticky and dried.
The crash had sent him slamming into the inside of the vehicle before throwing him onto the ground, leaving his head split open and covered in blood.
A look of despair had already appeared in his blurry eyes.
He damn well should never have grown attached to life in the Federation and secretly come back. He had tried to cling to a sliver of hope by saying, "I didn't say anything."
Unfortunately, the orders these armed men had received were