"Shit! There were no keys! Those guys pulled out the car key when they parked!"
William was deeply frustrated. He had thought that since it was only a temporary stop, they would not pull out the car key and would leave it in the ignition. Just like when he went out on a mission—if he parked nearby, he would never carry the keys with him. He would leave them somewhere in the vehicle's interior or simply keep them in the ignition, so that he would not waste time during an evacuation.
But he had not expected Soka's gunmen to pull out the keys.
He searched several more places, but still failed to find them. That meant the car key was not in the vehicle but on the driver.
"SHIT!" William cursed again.
Not having the keys was not much of a problem for him. He could still start the car without them. It was just a little troublesome—he would have to break open the ignition, short the wires inside, and start the vehicle that way.
But what was the situation now? His Team Members were still outside the car covering him. Every second wasted could mean someone dying. Bullets struck the car every second, clanging and rattling against it!
He even felt that if he had not been lying low in the Driver's Cabin, the moment he raised his head, his kneecap would definitely be blown off! It was truly like dancing on a knife's edge—damn tragic.
Damn enemies. Once his team arrived, he would send every last one of them to see God! William gritted his teeth inwardly. As a mercenary, he encountered situations like this all the time, so he did not complain much. Instead, he tried his best to make himself smaller and avoid the flying bullets.