At this moment, a dilapidated, dust-covered white Nissan sedan shakily drove in from the direction of Mosul City.
Its speed wasn't particularly fast, but not slow either, appearing no different from any ordinary vehicle attempting to leave this chaotic city.
The soldier responsible for vigilance raised his hand, signaling the vehicle to stop for inspection.
The white sedan slowly decelerated, seemingly cooperative.
A man wrapped in a headscarf sat in the driver's seat, and beside him in the passenger seat was another person with head down, face obscured.
Everything seemed normal.
However, just as the sedan was about to come to a complete stop, less than twenty meters from the sandbag barricades of the checkpoint—
The man in the driver's seat suddenly lifted his head, revealing a pair of hollow, fanatical, lifeless eyes!
"Allahu Akbar!"
A deep roar erupted from his throat!
Simultaneously, he stomped the gas pedal with his right foot!
