The heavy rain hit Shen Zong's helmet, crackling like fried beans. He shrank his neck, the electric car skidded on the waterlogged road, and the express box tied to the back seat shook as if it was about to fall apart. This is the last order of the night. Once delivered, we can call it a day and go back to the rental house to make a bowl of Laotan pickled cabbage noodles and watch two more episodes of "Crazy". It's so beautiful.
But God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.
The navigation showed "Turn right 500 meters ahead." As he turned the corner into the alley, his eyes suddenly lit up - a large truck rushed out like a mad cow, and the headlights blinded him. He subconsciously squeezed the brakes and the tires drew a white line in the water, but it was already too late.
