Chapter 92
[Hurry up Alex! The bad guy is getting away!]
"Not on my watch." Alex murmured with a sneer.
He took a deep breath, mentally calculated how far the distance was, and flicked his wrist, launching a Deathfrost Bloom.
The obsidian shard tore through the glass window and streaked across the docks like a guided missile. It hit the rear left tire of the Mercedes Benz with precise accuracy.
The dense ice acted like a spear, shredding the reinforced tire with a bit of ease and instantly freezing the rim. The Mercedes swerved violently with its back end fishtailing before it slammed straight into a stack of rusted shipping containers.
Alex didn't wait. He immediately vaulted through the broken window and crossed the distance in a few seconds. The two motorcycle escorts dived off their bikes while drawing their guns.
