NovelEnglishThe True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
Chapter 92 - : Were So Dead!Chapter 92: We’re So Dead!
Claire slowly closed her eyes.
Mr. Hopkins looked at her blankly.
What was Miss Claire doing?
Was she sleeping at such a critical moment?
Derek screamed. “Oh my god, oh my god! We’re so dead!”
Claire’s face remained indifferent as if all the chaos and noise had been blocked.
The situation she observed just now formed a three-dimensional map in her mind, including all the diameter distances and the ratio to the speed of the car.
After a few seconds, she suddenly lifted her eyelids.
She released the accelerator and pulled the handbrake, and the pointer on the instrument panel plummeted. The car was forced to stop.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe consequence of this was that the rear of the car immediately cocked up high, and the entire body of the car almost stood upright on the road, which was obviously a sign of a car overturning.
At the same time, Claire stepped on the gas again and spun the steering wheel to the bottom with one hand.
The engine was rumbling and shaking, the rear of the car banged to the ground, and then, with a buzz, the car body spun on the spot.
Mr. Hopkins hurriedly grabbed his seat belt, feeling that he was going to have a heart attack.
Their visions were blurry.
In the back, Derek was almost lifted up from his seat. His head slammed against the car window with a bang, and he groaned in pain. His body swayed, and he lost his center of gravity.
The car spun for countless laps before it finally stopped.
Due to inertia, the car body still skidded horizontally to the left at an alarming rate.
This was on the viaduct, with a railing on the left. Under the railing, was a deep blue sea.
If the car knocked over the railing, it would fall into the sea carrying all of them.
Then they would surely die.
Derek closed his eyes in despair and yelled. “Help! I… I haven’t written my will yet! I’m still young!”
Mr. Hopkins sighed. “I’m sixty-five years old and have lived long enough, but who will take care of Mr. Johnson if I die…”
Claire tilted her head and looked out of the car window. The car was getting closer and closer to the railing. The cold wind poured in, making her black hair fly and cover her calm, gloomy face.
Derek and Mr. Hopkins were ready to die.
The moment the car body touched the railing, there was a clang and a rear tire was already suspended in midair, but the car stopped abruptly.
No sound was heard except for the whistling wind.
There was only a dead silence around.
Derek panted hard and his face was ghastly pale. He slowly opened his eyes, his expression was crazy. “We… we didn’t… Ew!”
Before he finished speaking, he bent down and threw up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Hopkins clutched his heart, still in shock. “Miss Claire, you saved us.”
Claire was about to speak when her eyes suddenly widened.
A bullet came from the front, piercing the glass, and was aimed at her forehead.
Claire didn’t even move and simply tilted her head slightly. The bullet grazed her ear and shot into the back of the chair.
Derek wiped his mouth and raised his head blankly.
Claire looked at Mr. Hopkins with a solemn look. “You two, stay in the car. Don’t come out.”
“Oh, OK.” Mr. Hopkins nodded quickly.
The car door was stuck to the railing and couldn’t be opened. Claire opened the sunroof instead. Clinging to the edge with her hands, she jumped directly out of the sunroof like a flexible fish.
She was standing on the roof of the car. The sun poured down on her as if gilding her body golden.
She slightly narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance.
Sure enough, she saw a shadow hidden behind the big tree in front.
She suddenly pulled out the knife from her cuff and threw it casually.
The man screamed and the knife was inserted into his heart accurately.
Claire jumped out of the car and sauntered over slowly.
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