Chapter 46 I Predicted Your Prediction_2

Even if at the start they could catch the two pursuing cars off guard,

they would soon find themselves in a more passive situation!

He was almost subconsciously thinking when he saw Roslor, who had been sitting honestly in the passenger seat, suddenly lean out with a submachine gun that had appeared out of nowhere in his hands.

Dadada!

The muzzle spat out flames.

Hot cartridges scattered in the backseat.

Several shells even landed on his face.

Searing.

Pain.

This was not a dream.

Pers was almost dazed, watching Roslor, the man who claimed to be a 'doctor,' going crazy pulling the trigger at this moment.

Before this, he had no doubts about Roslor's identity as a 'doctor.'

But now?

"Fxxk!"

"Son of a bitch, taste this!"

"Bastards, come to daddy!"

Hearing such words, Pers put a question mark in his heart.

What kind of doctor talks like this?

Aren't doctors supposed to be gentle and courteous?

A doctor crazily spraying with a submachine gun, who are you kidding?