Both pickups slammed on their brakes, their tires skidding across the pavement and filling the tunnel with smoke.
"No oncoming traffic! Tell the guys behind us to pass on the right and box them in from both ends!" Quinn, the Joker Gang's leader, leaned halfway out the window and shouted an update to the gang members behind him whose view was blocked.
Suddenly, a white canister trailing phosphorus smoke sailed past the back of his head and landed in the pickup's bed.
"What is..."
Before he could react, a blinding flash robbed him of his sight, followed by a deafening sonic blast. In an instant, he could see nothing, and a buzzing rang through his head, seeming to drift closer and farther away.
Flashbang!
He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to warn the accomplices behind him who hadn't been caught in the blast.
But Qin Wei had actually thrown three in one go. Never mind Quinn and his accomplices-even the man responsible had stunned himself.
On top of the truck, Qin Wei shook his head hard before his eyes gradually regained their focus. His head was still swimming, though, and he struggled to find his balance.
"Whoa! The Bat Utility Belt really is a bag of tricks!" He whistled, thoroughly pleased with this marvelous little gadget.
Then again, this was equipment supplied exclusively to special forces, and its flashbangs were a little too powerful. Even with his ears covered beforehand, he felt as though his eardrums had been damaged, let alone the Joker Gang members at the center of the blasts.
Qin Wei had thrown them all because he hadn't trusted their effectiveness. Judging by the results, he'd wasted two.
Once he'd recovered a little, Qin Wei climbed to his feet, took aim, and pressed the button