Zhang Ze tried to step where Wen Nannan had stepped, but he fell into a car before he could catch up.
The bridge surface had tilted to 60 degrees. The speed at which the vehicles were sliding down had increased, and the bridge piers were gradually being destroyed. He could clearly feel that the bridge was sinking.
The most important thing was that the vehicle he had fallen into was sliding rapidly. Zhang Ze was so nervous that his hair stood on end. He reached his hands out of the top of the car, and grabbed the edge of the car above with all his might, and climbed out.
The gloves of his protective suit had been torn by a piece of metal on the roof of the car, and the strong acid rain was seeping in. But he didn't have time to cry out in pain, and he ran hard toward the front.