Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

As soon as they heard the sound of shattering steel, Vini and Enzo immediately realized that this was possibly their only chance to catch the sheik. So they set off running in the direction of the "borrowed" local TV network van. Unfortunately, Enzo was pushed into the passenger's seat, when Vini felt obliged to take the wheel. Seconds later, Belgium got into the back of the vehicle and waited for them to make a decision.

- Ah, holy shit! - Enzo quickly complained.

- What?

- Vini drives like a fucking headless mule!

Who knows what Enzo meant by that.

Vini turned the key in the ignition and sped the Mercedes van through the garden of the sheik's house. It wouldn't be too hard to find a Hummer zigzagging through the traffic. And it wasn't. From a distance, Enzo spotted the SUV in the left lane. It was then that Mohammed Bin-Al lowered the window of the driver's seat, put his head out and started shooting at the Mercedes, smashing the windshield.

- Holy shit! Holy shit! Vini, speed up!

- There are too many people on the street! - Vini justified.

- Speed up, you moron!

With so much yelling, Vini couldn't think straight. Unfortunately, the Mercedes ended up crashing into the back of a Honda stopped at a traffic light. The reactions to the impact were mixed. With the exception of Enzo, of course.

- Why did you hit the Civic? - he asked. - The Prius was right next to it! You could just turn the wheel!

- Shut up, Enzo! I can't bear driving with you yelling!

- Will both of you assholes stop arguing?

- Whose idea was it really to let Vini drive the truck anyway?

Despite the wreckage, Vini managed to start the engine again, put it in reverse, and continue the pursuit of the Hummer. Mohammed Bin-Al must have guessed that this was the end, that he had managed to escape. But the expression on his face soon changed when he saw the Mercedes with the wrecked front end coming towards him.

- Holy crap! - The sheik shouted. - Don't these sons of bitches fucking die?

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Vini sped up to catch up with them. The Hummer then hit a small Ford in the right lane, which turned in the opposite direction. Vini twisted the steering wheel to the left and nearly collided head-on with a passing truck.

- Fucking hell!

- Vini, we need guns!

- Oh, now you realize this?

- Let's be honest. You can't beat a Hummer. Unless...

Enzo and Vini looked at each other. That could only mean one thing. Imminent danger.

- Holy shit!

- Yeah, motherfucker!

Vini stopped the van. Enzo opened the door and climbed out. Whatever they were planning, Belgium was not even in touch. So there was no other possible reaction, except:

- Oh, crap.

The Hummer accelerated through the middle of the traffic zigzagging, Vini was following them closely, but without the idiot Enzo screaming and complaining at every turn, driving was no longer a problem. Sadly, his moment of quiet was short lived, almost not at all, when shots were fired that almost hit his girlfriend in the head.

- Vini, I almost got shot! - Belgium began to freak out.

- Relax, you get used to it. - Vini ignored it.

But even though the text didn't reveal it, Vini had a card up his sleeve that he intended to use in the near future. Regardless of where the sheik was going, Enzo knew where the vehicle would be. So Vini was not surprised when a huge truck appeared meters away from the Hummer on the opposite side of the road.

Yes, the Hummer is a huge car. But against a big truck? No way. The head-on collision simply evaporated the SUV into tiny pieces in one bite. The sound of breaking glass must have been heard even in the capital of the Kingdom of Qatar. The explosion ended the mad chase through the streets of the Saudi capital. Fortunately.

- This is how you destroy a $100,000 Hummer. - Enzo got out of the truck intact, albeit a little dizzy.

- Holy crap. - Belgium was impressed. - How did Enzo get a bloody truck out of nowhere?

- Such is the power of protagonism. - Vini laughed.