Light sources on both sides exploded in sequence, with wires occasionally sparking, and darkness roared in like a giant beast storm.
John and Simon's motorcycle engines were rapidly cooling, with vibrations and whirring sharply reduced, yet tension and fear surged simultaneously within the two riders' hearts.
They frantically attempted the handbrake, trying to gain a bit of control in the high-speed descent and narrow turn.
Yet the relentless bullets behind them formed a dashed line in the air, causing streaks of fire and smoke to periodically burst around the corridor.
John and Simon tore out, speeding over a ramp constructed of solid steel plates and building debris, crashing through the windows of a sectioned-off area.
The motorcycle wheels spun in the air, the tail trailing smoke and dust, while bright yellow bullets turned into streaks and airwaves passing through the gaps between them and their vehicle.
The two of them landed on the gravel road amid flying debris.
