Prince got hit.
Karl controlled the steering wheel with one hand as the car sped down the road. He and Prince had excellent coordination. When it was time to slow down, Prince would ease off the gas and hit the brake, and when it was time to accelerate, Prince would step on the gas to the floor. Together, they drove the car as if it were under the command of one person.
"Where did you get hit?"
"In the back, but I think it's okay. The bulletproof vest saved me. At least I won't die for a while. I'll take control of the car."
Prince gritted his teeth to say a few words, then put his hand back onto the steering wheel.
A helicopter had already flown ahead, and what awaited them was a barrage of bullets. Suddenly, Karl said, "Find cover!"
They couldn't let the helicopter freely shoot at the car. Zigzag maneuvers weren't the ultimate means of survival, just a desperate way to test their luck in the short term.
