"Damn bitch," sneered Samuel, his face twisted with malice as he rolled down the car window, glaring at Camilla with venomous eyes.
"You can't run," he growled, his expression savage.
"Stop now, and I might make it quick for you."
Camilla didn't respond. Instead, she raised her gun without hesitation.
**Bang!**
**Bang!**
The muffled gunshots shattered the stillness of the air.
The sudden attack sent the burly man into a panic, his face draining of color.
"SHIT!!"
he yelled, frantically spinning the steering wheel to make a sharp U-turn.
But it was too late—a bullet grazed his arm.
The remaining shots struck the car's body, leaving behind jagged scars in the metal.
"Damn, that bitch is ruthless!"
"are you okay?"
The people in the other cars were also startled by the sudden turn of events, instinctively slowing down.
"Too bad, didn't finish him off," Camilla muttered, withdrawing her hand and rolling up the window.
"Let's go."
