Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1797: Brief yet intense road battle

BANG!

The gunfire in the truck snapped everyone out of their senses, their eyes on their comrade in disbelief. Without taking another breath, everyone turned to who shot him.

"What the fuck—"

BANG!

Then, another gunshot echoed.

That second shot was more of a wake-up call, prompting a shootout between the three trucks ahead of them.

"Take them down!"

"Shoot them all down!"

Shouts and gunfire echoed in the trucks as bodies continued to fall off their vehicles one after another.

Meanwhile, the other vehicle behind these three turned sharply to the right. But even with that maneuver, it hit a flying body that fell off the trucks ahead of it.

"What the—"

SCREECH!

on this road, perked up at the loud screech from behind him. Looking back for

breathed out, keeping his eyes

the close-quarters battle inside the trucks as the people tried to kill each other. A few men in one truck tried to crawl their way into the truck’s cab, probably to

him. Instead, he kept his focus on the bodies

abruptly turned and drove behind it.

of the men was shot down and kicked

him, however, barely had time to react, its back tire hitting the body, throwing it off balance into the other lane. It inevitably crashed against the other truck, the sides

alas, the crash slowed them down until they simply stopped on the

that was after Hugo’s managed to avoid the crash, still hot

again, but didn’t dwell on it as he eyed the broken side mirror. He quickly noticed that the last vehicle was

quick," he muttered, knowing the flying bodies were no longer going to work in his

his way. The same went for the vehicle after him. They didn’t open fire

people in the truck. Almost everyone in there was dead; both groups suffered heavy

if the reason those guys aren’t shooting is because they know the people

to hear a sharp sound of a bullet hitting the back of the passenger

"Those motherfu—"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

directly at the other vehicle. They fired at it so much that the windshield

Hugo turned his head ahead, all he saw were a few men still standing in every truck. The one in the middle (the same guy who saved Mint) gazed at Hugo before he nodded. The latter then turned his head to his comrade, who

the trucks somehow