The heavy truck's tires scraped across the surface of the Interstate Highway as they caught on the spike strip, throwing off a string of sparks, but the driver had never even considered stopping.
These people were all lunatics, all thugs. When they took to the road, they not only treated other people's lives as worthless—they didn't care much about their own lives either.
They were scum, rejects, and trash abandoned by human society, while they had abandoned that society in turn.
Morality and the law could no longer restrain them. Their only desire was to live as they pleased! The out-of-control heavy truck came crashing over like a wall. After taking one second to think, the Blackstone Security Field Operations personnel blocking the road scattered to the roadside.
The Federation's Interstate Highway was raised above the ground, and by quite a bit.
The highway sank continuously with use. If the road and the ground were at the same level, a torrential rainstorm would flood the Interstate Highway.
Whether steel or asphalt, being soaked in water amid harsh natural conditions would ruin it before long.
But if the road surface was higher than the ground, rainwater would flow from the higher ground to the lower ground, keeping the road from being submerged.
This difference in elevation provided Blackstone Security's Field Operations personnel with very suitable "cover."
Gunshots rang out and bullets flew everywhere. The vehicles and makeshift fortifications blocking the road were easily smashed aside by the heavy truck.
The out-of-control heavy truck veered off the road. The vehicles behind it began accelerating. They had no intention of getting entangled with these people and instead prepared to leave quickly.
Engaging these Blackstone Security people in the wilderness was obviously a foolish decision. The leader's order was not to stop, but to