"Damn these guys!"
In the black sedan at the forefront, a white woman with a spider tattoo on her wrist kneels on the back seat, crazily shooting at the car behind her with a pistol.
Bang Bang Bang—
Since the car is swaying from side to side, only half of the bullets hit the brown SUV behind. The white woman becomes even angrier, turns her head towards the white man driving and yells:
"Mother Fu-ker! Roy, can't you drive more steadily?!"
"You think I don't want to, Brenna?"
Blue-eyed Roy, the driver, is also filled with anger and shouts:
"Those guys keep shooting our tires! How can I keep driving straight?!"
"Fu-k You!"
Brenna swears a few times but also knows that what Roy says is true. After firing a few more shots, she ducks her head, hides in the back seat to reload her magazine, and asks:
"Those damn bastards must have died in that big fire earlier or been killed by the Federation Government.
