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The sky had darkened, and Shelmer had just contacted Fred, who told him to keep his cool and look for another opportunity if there was no catch this time.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the co-driver's window, and a white man loudly pointed at the front right tire, "Your tire is losing air over here."
Shelmer opened the door and went around to check.
"Don't move." Ivan stood blocking the exterior while holding a gun on the inside.
Before Shelmer could react, two people rushed from behind, pressing something hard against his lower back.
One of them said, "Walk forward, don't talk."
Shelmer walked on, trying to stay calm, "Buddy..."
"Shut up." Before he could finish speaking, he felt something sharp pierce his clothing and skin.
Shelmer was pushed into a van.
The left-behind Goldie checked Shelmer's car to make sure everything was okay, then quickly left.
At the same time, Pratt and Lina were also stuffed into a car.
In a warehouse near the Atlanta Airport.
