The man who spoke was of medium height and had tanned skin. In the darkness, his eyes shone with a fierce, cold light. He was a supporter of the old government.
They wanted to control the city so that they could have more bargaining power. Now that the entire city was infiltrated by armed forces, they were just waiting for the order to start the war.
The darkness of the night was always the best color for cover. The war would be launched once they seized the checkpoint.
K7 slowly stepped on the brakes and stared coldly at the flickering flames in front of him.
"What other route is there to go around?" he asked V8, who had also discovered the problem.
Two cars passed on their side. Unaware of the problem, they continued toward the city.
V8 shook his head. "There's none," he said grimly. "Just keep driving forward."
There were only three ways to go from the port, but they did not have enough time to circle back.
