Penutup Kaca Mobil Dari Panas 소설 & 이야기

“The car has tinted glasses!” “Yes, it is tinted. However, even if it is tinted, the way that the sun shines at us right now makes us visible to the people outside. The glasses are not heavily tinted, and with the light coming through and reflecting what is inside the car, they know our every move. The only thing we can do right now is to wait for this to end or follow their instructions.”

“What are those silver things?” “Heat-reflecting panels,” said Kriss. He pressed another button, and the window returned to a shimmery state. “We have them on the vehicles too. It’s one of the ways to deal with the heat.” Pressing another button, he said, “Take us around back, please.”

"It's facing the wall." "The wall is glass!" Cale realized instantly. "Tungsten runs at 500 degrees! If it's too close to the cold pane..." Elion looked at the light. The PA had moved it closer. It was inches from the glass panel. The glass was expanding from the heat, pushing against the cold metal frame. "It's the panel!" Elion screamed. "Behind you!" It was too late. The glass pane didn't just crack. It exploded. BOOM. The thermal shock shattered the tempered glass into a million tiny, hot projectiles.

“How can you have the curtains open? Won’t it burn you?” “Tempered glass,” he said, glancing over to the window. “Sunlight and UV Rays can’t penetrate it. We can look out, but nothing can look in, or get in, for that matter.” I started to get up, but he stopped me. “Please, allow me,” he said, already pulling a cup from the cabinet. “You are my guest.” He poured me a cup of coffee and set it down in front of me, then gave my neck a long, lingering kiss. “How do you feel?”

she explained as she projected it on the screen. The audience applauded and Darcel raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed but she didn't show it. She had thought they were coming to show the models they show every year. She had no idea Samantha was this smart, but she still felt her car was the best. There was no way Samantha would have anything that could top her car anymore. "Also, the car windows are made of smart glass that can change from transparent to opaque with just a touch, providing instant privacy and UV protection." she explained, and the crowd went wild.

In a moment, that woman had reached the window. Kay took out a small object like a toy car and kissed it. "I trust you, Tiny car." Then that woman put the toy car on the window pane. The toy car moves along the edge of the glass while emitting a hot laser capable of forming a line through the glass. Kay took out another object from her pocket. A square with rubber that can stick to the glass with a ring holder on top. After the little car had finished doing its job, Kay took the little car back and pushed the glass. With the ring holder, the glass doesn't fall and makes a sound that can attract everyone's attention.

The pitiful expression vanished, replaced by ruthless hostility. The hand that had been hidden behind his back came into view. A lit Molotov cocktail. Arka's pupils contracted. Danger. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the heavy coat from the back seat, spread it open, and slammed it against the window while pressing his body firmly against it from the inside. He knew that if the flames got into the car, it would become a death trap. BOOM! The bottle shattered, and flames burst violently across the window, only to be smothered by the coat covering it. The intense heat still penetrated into the cabin. The glass creaked, nearly cracking.

A third helped the chief to his feet and a fourth began dragging the unconscious girls farther from the inferno, one at a time. The temperature inside the car was rising. The inspection decal on the windshield bubbled, curled away from the glass, and dropped onto the dash. With sweat beading on my face, I kicked at a side window, again and again, but the window refused to break. Another chunk of debris smashed onto the hood of the car and sparks spewed past the windows. The air was getting hot, and thick with the taste of ashes and glue. I pounded the glass with my elbow and screamed, “Get me out of here!”