The small container truck was moving steadily in the night.
The driver was humming a tuneless little song, his hands lazily resting on the steering wheel, the wheels crushing the gravel, making a soft and continuous sound.
Suddenly, he squinted his eyes and leaned forward slightly.
Not far ahead on the road, something straight and taut was stretched across the road.
"Hey, what do you think that is up ahead?"
The driver nudged the person beside him with his elbow, with about seventy to eighty percent confusion in his tone, "I've driven this route countless times, never seen this thing before."
The man in the passenger seat had been leaning against the car window napping, but he suddenly sat up straight when he heard this.
He stuck his head out, squinted his eyes to carefully identify, and after a few seconds, his face changed drastically, his voice suddenly raising, "No good! That's a spike strip—specifically designed to puncture tires and stop cars! Quick! Quickly stop!"
