Iron Claw stuck his head into the warped and twisted cockpit, eyes wide open, scanning back and forth several times, even not sparing the space under the seat.
As if that "missing" corpse would somehow use bone-shrinking powers to curl up inside and play hide and seek with him.
No.
It's nowhere.
He suddenly retracted his head, and the hydraulic rod in his neck let out a light "hiss" sound. The next second, a violent rage burst forth as if it were tangible.
"Not there???"
"My car is still here! Where's my corpse?!!"
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the four pairs of fierce mechanical limbs behind him crazily smashed into the car in front of him.
The sound of metal being forcibly snapped off, torn apart, and crushed was relentless.
The car roof was completely lifted off, the hood was utterly shredded, the chassis frame was twisted into a pretzel amid the piercing groans of metal...
