"What?"
Everyone leaned against the window and looked out. More than a dozen cars were approaching, including several police cars in addition to vans and business cars.
"Holy shit, why are the police here? Who called them?"
"I don't know. What should we do now?"
"Damn! This is messed up."
Jonathan Flint spat on the ground, "Quickly destroy all the incriminating evidence... We can't let the police get their hands on it."
But when he turned around, the others had all disappeared, either jumping out of windows or running downstairs, leaving without a trace.
"???"
Jonathan Flint had no choice but to try and destroy the camera; it had footage on it that couldn't fall into police hands.
However, just as he rushed in, a strong gust hit him, and boom, a chair smashed onto his head, breaking into pieces.
Jonathan Flint staggered as his head spun, blood streaming from his forehead, and collapsed to the ground.
