The chase between Massimo's car and the black motorbike lasted for almost twenty minutes until they finally lost track.
"Damn! How come we lost track," cried Massimo with emotion.
The driver could only look down when he heard the screams of his master, at this time the car carrying Massimo stopped at a playground in a luxury housing complex in the middle of Barcelona.
Whereas previously Massimo was sure that he could find the motorcyclist because his personal driver managed to shorten the distance between them, but soon they lost track of them when they entered the housing complex as it is today.
"Sorry sir, I really don't know," said Pablo hoarsely with his head bowed in regret.
Massimo shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. I know you've been driving very well."
Pablo did not dare to respond to Massimo's words again, he preferred to remain silent and wait for further instructions.
"You got that license plate, Martin?"
