"Fu-k!Fu-k!Fu-k!"
Two cars collided not far behind, Earl, with his face, arms, and thighs covered in abrasions, cursed fiercely.
A second before the collision, Earl wasn't fully ready, but to avoid being crushed between the two cars, he had to swiftly jump out.
As a result, he missed his grip and, dragged by momentum, rolled several times on the ground, watching the small plane speed away under his angry and anxious stare.
After swearing a few times, Earl hurriedly propped himself up from the ground, ready to rise.
Both cars at this point, propelled by high speed, shattered into pieces, with orange-red flames rising. The guy driving the SUV couldn't possibly have survived.
Right now, there was no way to catch the small plane on foot, and a group of SWAT officers was chasing him from afar. To avoid capture, the best choice was to run towards the fence on the west side and climb over it before they caught up.
Earl instantly mapped out his next moves and got ready to run.
