Chapter 617

“As a passenger—especially one who’s not exactly into high-speed chases—don’t I get a say in this?” Karl gripped the ceiling handle tightly, eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. Reflected within were the stubborn silhouettes of several pursuers, clinging tightly even after a sharp turn.

“If you ask me, we should just take them out.” With a crisp click, Karl chambered a round with one hand. “Let me blow out a few of their tires, or hack into their control systems—guaranteed they’ll learn what manners mean real quick.

“Do we really have to play this little street-racing game with them? Even in racing sims,” he muttered, watching sparks fly past the guardrail outside the window, “I only play the ones with rocket launchers.”