These "bandits" were well-trained. Two stood guard outside while one went to the cash register with practiced ease.
The remaining two scanned the crowd lying on the floor.
They spotted Raul Salinas right away, mainly because he loved to flaunt his wealth so much that even his leather shoes shone.
His suit, an immaculate white Armani, was custom-made.
You're lying there like a big bear. Who wouldn't see you?
The two "bandits" grabbed Raul Salinas by the hair, and Best, who was watching from the corner of his eye, nodded subtly. One covered his mouth while the other grabbed his feet, and they carried him straight out.
"Mmmph... Mmmph!" Raul Salinas struggled.
At the door, a bandit injected him with a sedative in the arm, and the drug acted swiftly, causing him to go limp almost immediately.
A few men hoisted him onto a van and drove away.
