That clown was, of course, Jeff Bennett.
After staking out the place for several days, he was getting a little anxious, so he greeted Salsedo with a "slicked-back hairdo" as soon as he saw him.
This fully teaches us a lesson.
Going to work...
Will lead to resentment.
The balloon he had let go of floated in the sky as he discarded his clown costume into the trash, revealing the neat white suit he wore underneath, and he slipped into a Mercedes parked by the roadside.
This was a government car.
They from the Mexico International News Department were reputable people; how could they possibly be involved in sneaky, underhanded dealings?
They had integrity, okay!
He flipped down the sun visor, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, Jeff Bennett pulled at the corners of his mouth.
That smile...
Was so clear.
Boom~
The modified exhaust pipe roared as he started revving the engine, buzzing loudly.
He began to speed off.
And pulled out a brick phone to make a call.
