Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,The master pushed open the fare meter and stepped on the gas pedal. The car plunged headlong into the storm.,With a deafening 'bang', right before my eyes, a Bentley car and a concrete truck running a red light collided. The headlights were blinding, forcing me to cover my eyes. The screeching brakes, the tires squealing, and the earth-shattering impact of the vehicles created a cacophony of sound.。