A ndavano to 90 km / h for the ring road, in front of the van carrying the drug. "I doubt they think of us as undercover cops. It's time to change his mind, "said Tyson. The driver of the truck head was blissfully smoking a cigarette with his left hand, holding the arm on the window while listening to a song by Queen. Then the passenger in the convertible ahead of him caught his attention: he got up, rummaged in the back seat, pulled out a shiny object and pointed it at him. He understood the fly, and steered with the same speed, but Tyson had just missed a bazooka in his career, and was not that. The rocket went and walked the fifty feet that separated the two cars in three seconds flat, exploding on the first truck convoy. The other two brake suddenly, astonished by the spectacle before them: the charred skeleton of the truck occupied the entire lane, and pounds and pounds of drugs burned scattering to the four winds. "Shit! Who the hell was that? "She said when the driver of the second truck, then called radio than the third. "Darius, called Ezio, we have a problem with another clan: the police did not resort to such means. Fast. "
I the mafia boss was, as usual, magnificence in his chair to enjoy a Victorian soap opera, when a minion broke into his room: "Boss, a gang is boycotting the transport of drugs: a truck been blown up! "Ezio stared" Damn son of a bitch, call Francis and his department: you start up and escort the convoy, we will be in the eye but the end justifies the means. Oh yeah I forgot, delete. "
I the mafia boss was, as usual, magnificence in his chair to enjoy a Victorian soap opera, when a minion broke into his room: "Boss, a gang is boycotting the transport of drugs: a truck been blown up! "Ezio stared" Damn son of a bitch, call Francis and his department: you start up and escort the convoy, we will be in the eye but the end justifies the means. Oh yeah I forgot, delete. "
By Matthew Athanasius, Alberto Corato, Luca Dal Zovo, Munaretto John
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