The heavy bread van blasted dynamic music, and the driver, wearing a circus mask, swayed his body to the rhythm.
Sirens wailed behind them, but obviously, they could not catch up; the distance was growing ever wider.
Soon, they had completely shaken off the police sirens.
The driver, excited, swung the steering wheel and turned into a dark alley.
Then he stomped on the brakes, coming to a stop in the alley.
He stuck his head out the window, looking around.
"Damn it, where's the contact person?"
"Right here."
A hoarse voice came from behind him, followed by the cold metal pressing against the back of his head.
Bang—
Bright red blood spattered on the old steering wheel and clear windshield.
The man with the chubby baby mask reached out, opened the car door, kicked the driver out, and started the vehicle.
He glanced behind him where several bodies lay helter-skelter in the van.
The smiling clown mask from the circus fell into a pool of blood.
