The sleek black vehicles that blocked Rino's path weren't just any vehicle. Both of them shouted wealth under the sun, causing its polished body to glitter sparkles.
Before him, was a Roll-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, with dark chrome rims and no license plate. Its windows, as well, were tinted causing no transparency of who so ever was inside the car.
Behind him, it was still the same car, parked like a predator showing off its threat through gritted teeth.
"What the hellish fuck!" he cursed under his breath, hitting the steering wheels severally, in this furious state.
He thought he was now safe. He thought living the bank premises, without any suspicious movement observed, assured his safety. But, no, robbers always have their surprises.
And in his point of view, these weren't ordinary robbers. Their cars proved that. Oddly too, those cars looked somewhat familiar.
