Foolish Provocation

"Fuck!"

"You got them, Brant?"

"Negative. The taxi driver is fucking good!"

"No worry! Let me show him who's the better one!"

Pot pressed the white button on the dashboard. In an instant, the dashboard cover opened. Now several buttons of various colors were visible, looking complicated.

"It's not that I chose to drive this truck box for no reason," said Pot, smiled at Brant and raised one of his eyebrows.

Then he pushed the res button there. Less than a second later, the truck box moved forward so damn fast. In just three seconds, it shortened the distance with the taxi to just one and a half meters.

"Shoot him, Brant!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hell yeah!" Pot exclaimed. Now he was sure that the bullets landed hard on the back of the taxi.

"Not satisfying enough!" said Brant. "Step on the gas pedal!"

"Got it!" replied Pot.

The truck box he was driving moved a bit to the right, accelerated so fast, and they managed to overtake the taxi before they reached the end of the tunnel.

The truck bo
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