The sky was dark and the road even darker as the bus lurched and swayed.
Jason, who was driving, was no veteran either. Every so often, he would make a sharp turn or slam on the brakes.
Even an egg left in the bus would have had its yolk shaken apart.
The bus had been driving down this road for over an hour without reaching the end. Instead, the road ahead seemed to grow longer and longer.
It was like they had stumbled into an illusion.
Jason had picked up plenty of martial arts DVDs in Chinatown and watched countless movies. Even he suspected they had run into a ghost wall.
If getting off the bus had not been so difficult, he would have called Dick and the others down to take a piss and use virgin urine to ward off evil and break the obstruction.
"There's light ahead!"
Nashton, one hand braced against the driver's seat and the other against the window, saw flickering lights ahead and nearly burst into tears.
He was about to puke. The constant jolting had made him carsick.
"Police cars! We're saved!"
Jason was especially familiar with the red and blue lights on police cars. He recognized them at a glance and pressed harder on the accelerator.
The bus roared toward the lights.
On the road.
Three police cars were parked by the roadside, their roof lights flashing.
Star City Police Department Commissioner Quentin Lance had personally come to investigate, but Star City's police force was limited.
Only three patrol cars could be sent to search, unlike Gotham, which had dispatched over a hundred police cars at once.
Commissioner Lance truly felt ashamed.
There was nothing to be done. Unlike the Gotham Police Department, which received funding from social elites and donations from Wayne