On the long, narrow bridge, the tiny pickup truck was like a lone boat, swaying from side to side amid the constantly exploding waves of dung, teetering on the brink of disaster.
Perhaps Dung Beetle had specifically chosen runnier dung, because whether those balls struck the river or the bridge deck, they splashed up huge sprays of liquid.
Even with the wipers on, there was too much shit on the windshield. They could not wipe it clean, simply could not wipe it clean. Instead, they smeared it evenly across the glass, turning the windshield tea-colored.
Even in such a disgusting scene, the people in the vehicle, their adrenaline surging, had no attention to spare for the outside environment.
Take Jerry, who was driving. Right now, he could see only the road ahead and the engine's RPM gauge. With his hands and feet working in perfect coordination, he kept drifting the vehicle to dodge those "dung balls," somehow entering a godlike state of unity between man and car without realizing it.
If such a state really existed.
But this was the DC Universe, not the setting of Urban Dragon King. There were indeed many ways to become a god, but driving definitely was not one of them.
Otherwise, Barry and Batwoman would have become gods long ago. The two of them were absolutely among the best drivers in the multiverse.
"Take it easy, Adjutant. Don't actually hit them." Seeing the scene in the projection, Su Ming hurriedly reminded the Adjutant, who was getting carried away with the game. "They may just be dung balls, but hitting a vehicle at high speed could still cause problems."
"Don't worry, Sheriff. With my ability to calculate trajectories, nothing will go wrong." The Adjutant smiled as she continued controlling Dung Beetle's dung-flinging, expressing complete confidence.