Countless cigarettes sprayed out from the rear of the tank and spilled out on the road. They looked like popcorn that was springing out of the pot.
As the robbers' truck skidded to the other side of the highway, its body blocked the road. At this moment, several speeding cars came over.
The drivers hadn't seen that anything was on the road, so they had to slam on their brakes abruptly. As a result, some of the arriving cars careened into ditches and scattered around. Others crashed into the dividing strip or skidded to the opposite side of the road and hit the trees that were lining the roadside after taking a series of turns.
As Zhao Yu saw this, he quickly closed the valve on the pipe and slowed down the truck. Even though Zhao Yu was on the yellow truck, he was still covered with a ton of thick and stinky mud. Its smell disgusted him so much that his mouth pursed into a grimace and his eyes squinted up.