Bulletproof vehicle.
Local tyrant.
Just looking at them makes you want to... rob!
But it's just a thought; they're professionals, every action meticulously planned; otherwise, they wouldn't have been free for so many years, not to mention they have several times more people.
Four per vehicle.
Fifteen vehicles.
That's sixty people.
Plus other drivers, a few hundred people!
Rob?
Are you looking for death!
Pfft.
Why even consider such meaningless thoughts.
"What's being escorted?"
"Equipment."
"I know, but why so many bulletproof vehicles for escort? It's just some equipment, right? Is there something important inside, like cash or jewelry?"
Backseat.
A young man looked out the window with great interest, full of curiosity!
"..."
Inside the car.
The others rolled their eyes.
Country bumpkin.
Speaking of.
