Looking in every direction and moving his eyes quickly in an attempt to find something useful in this situation. Behind them, three "hounds" approach slowly and with a predatory attitude.

While in the pickup box, the students bowed their heads lower than the height of the side panels to avoid being hit. Doing the same thing, Chad stopped shooting and mimicking his friends not because he was feared of being shot or out of ammo, but because he did not want to kill anybody even if they were dangerous terrorists who wanted him and his friends dead.

Right now, their fate and survival lie in the hands of Neil. Before making a decision that he might come to regret, he considers thousands of options and possibilities in his head. Time passed, and he continued to peer into the mirror to see how long it took the terrorists to reach them at this speed and to wonder why they hadn't fired another shot since breaking the windshield.

He had no idea that they were all highly trained soldiers who would not waste a single bullet on a pointless casualty. Instead, they aim for the driver, who, if killed, will make their truck immobile. So they believed they spotted Neil when he was looking in the mirror, and the person standing in the pickup box with the AK was authorized to fire.

Neil's instincts sent an electrical signal into his reptile brain in 0.0001 seconds, igniting fear and alerting him about a threat coming from behind. Instantly he moved his head away from the mirror right before a bullet flew by and pierced the mirror into pieces. A piece unluckily flew by his cheek and made a long cut with its sharp edges.

"That's IT!!"

He was so enraged that he resolved to fight them face-to-face in retaliation for the bloody cut on his cheek. He spins the steering wheel to the left numerous times while gradually releasing the pedal, turning the vehicle 180 degrees behind him.

"WOOAAHH!!" As Neil turns the truck around, the students sense a powerful force tugging them to the right. Chad, however, fell on Brent's stomach while holding the rifle. "Fuck off, Nerd!"

Now that Neil is directly in front of them, they immediately recognize their opportunity, reload their guns, and are ready to fire with everything they have. Neil, on the other hand, wouldn't gamble if he hadn't prepared to win; he already pulled out his handgun before turning his truck directly at the terrorists.

Neil fired the terrorists' driver five times in the forehead, but only three of them managed to penetrate through his skull, blowing up his brains and exiting with a hole splattered with blood all around, as he was ready to use his arm as cover. His body gradually dislodges from the seat, lulling him into an eternal slumber. Losing control of the truck, The terrorist standing on the pickup box misses Neil by inches due to the truck's violent shaking.

Worse, the driver is gone, and the truck is slowly losing its balance; it shakes gently at first, but standing on the truck feels like you're in the middle of a 6-Richter earthquake. The two terrorist trucks behind it were completely unaware of what was going on until the truck in front of them hit a rock and began whirling violently and uncontrollably.

It begins to roll sideways perpendicular to the road, flipping numerous times on itself and only stops when it has completely blocked the entire road, preventing other trucks from moving forward. After finishing his job, Neil rotates the steering wheel to the right and turns 180 degrees back to continue driving forward.

"Here we go AGAIN!!!" Again they haven't prepared anything for this roller coaster game, so they cling to one another to keep from falling out of the vehicle.

"Huh?!" Looking into each other's eyes, Selena accidentally fell onto Chad, they were confused at first, and Chad even tried to push her away to avoid any misunderstanding. But then eventually, they stopped resisting. They ignore everything around them, including the strong wind is blowing, the gossiping of others, and continue to stare at each other passionately.

"Sorry to disturb but it's not time to do it."

By telling Chad to refocus on the current situation, Roy intentionally disrupts their moment. Selena pushed herself out of his body, causing Chad's cheek to flush red. But he tries to hide it by changing the subject.

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"Hey, how's thing back there?" Neil inquired Chad about their status.

"Yeah we are fine, Sally was hurt but we are treating her well." Sally grimaces ironically as she looks at Chad.

"Good."

They could finally relax because they were only a little distance from their destination, which, according to Neil, was only at the end of the left turn they were going to make. Chad decided to take one more last look around the streets before hiding until it was safe to walk outside.

"He defeated them, again, I think." Chad praised Neil with Roy.

"Can't believe that someone like that is our annoying teacher isn't it?"

"What's going on anyway?"

"I don't know. Yesterday we started playing Call of Duty, and now we are in... 'duty'. So ironic."

"Do you ever think that this whole thing was planned? How could those guys come here without any problems, where's the NYPD by the way?"

"I think, from their perspective, they would never do anything like this without planning, it's like suicide."

"Yeah right."

"..."

The silence continued, none of them felt needed to speak after what had happened; they simply wanted to chill for a while. Seconds by second, the silence has gradually transformed into something incredibly chilling and frightening, making Chad uneasy and aware that something must be definitely wrong.

"Wait! Why aren't they chasing us anymore?"

He turned around, suspicious of the Terrorists' inaction, to find out why they were not doing anything, despite the fact that their escape could cause them trouble. From far away, he noticed a black tall figure standing on the road, holding something shaped like a long huge tube on its shoulder. With a serious expression on their face, they inspected their vehicle.

It takes Chad no longer than a second to realize that the big long tube is the famous Russian RPG, a rocket launcher used to eliminate tanks is now being pointed directly at them.

"Mister Neil GO FASTER!!!" Shouting through the small window panel, Chad warned Neil to get out of the RPG's projectile as soon as possible.

"What?!"

It was too late; the black figure had already pulled the trigger, and the rocket had exited the muzzle with a bright flash behind it, traveling at half the speed of sound and flying halfway to their truck within two seconds.

"GET DOWN!!!" Chad's desperate attempt to save everyone before everything turns into a horrific bloodbath has gone unheard.

The rocket makes contact with the truck's bottom and blasts, destroying the entire engine, blowing the wheels off the vehicle, and propelling the truck vertically into the sky, with the front near the ground and the back parallel to the surrounding buildings. The vertical flip produced by the explosion threw Chad and Roy out of the truck, they realized they were only a few meters away from smashing their face into the ground.

"ROYYY!!!" Before they violently strike the surface, Chad embraces Roy as he pleads for rescue.

Roy, on the other hand, remains silent the entire time they are in the air, but he quietly lays his arm behind Chad's head. Meanwhile, Chad was trying to create a pose that would assist him in landing safely, and he struck a decent one right before contact.

His head was about to hit the ground when it was rescued by something soft, but his back was nearly broken in half as he came into contact with it. He rotates his body many times to release the energy that could have been used on crushing his body during impact, and he lands with only a few scratches.

"Oh my Gawd! So this is what it felt like." After seeing Neil protect an old lady at the museum with his bare body, Chad thinks he could be like him and accomplish heroic things, but he now realizes that everything has a price, and his fee for a spine diagnosis is no exception. Trying to get up while slightly cracking his back, Chad approaches their flipped truck, checking to see if anyone is still "alive."

Everything is a complete mess, with debris all around, the street ablaze, and people lying on the ground. He notices Roy holding his right arm in anguish and runs over to him.

"Roy! Roy! Are you OK?"

"I'm...Fine..."

Whisper weakly, Roy gritted his teeth and Chad pulled him up and put his right arm around his shoulder. He tried to walk Roy with him even though he was still recovering from his earlier injuries and the fall.

"Where are the others?"

With a limp movement, he walks Roy toward the truck that has been turned upside down. Brent and his gang had already stood up after their fall, and it seemed that their "training" had helped them to survive the damage caused by the fall. They were scratched in a few places, and Ben slammed his head against a street lamp, but they are still better than Roy at the moment.

While walking, he noticed the AK before was lying on the street and moved Roy closer to the rifle, picking it up with his right hand, even though he was "out of hand" at the time. Yet, holding the rifle makes him feel safe.

Meanwhile, Neil was struggling to get out of the driver's Cabin through the window, and Mike finally awoke from his slumber, coughing from the dusty air around him: "What the hell just happened?"

Without getting a decent answer he decided to follow Neil to get outside the truck. Seeing Chad and Roy are still fine, Neil sighs in relief and continues to find out if anyone else was hurt.

"Sally?!"

The worst has finally happened to them, his retina widens as he witnesses the horrific scene in front of him. Sally is trapped beneath the truck, and her legs have been crushed.