A van was driving on the highway, including the driver, a fat man, a total of eight people crammed inside, all men in their thirties and forties, led by a man with a pockmarked face and fierce eyes.
"Step on it, we need to get off the highway immediately. Word has it that the damn police are going to block the entrances." The pockmarked face urged decisively.
This immediately caused panic inside the cabin.
"What's going on?"
"How is it possible, how did the police find us?"
"We've been so careful, why?"
"What should we do, I don't want to go to jail..."
Everyone shouted, and someone even started crying.
The pockmarked face cursed: "Cut the crying crap, I don't know what happened either—I just know those damn cops started checking last night, even hotels were investigated. Our whereabouts were supposed to be hidden, but don't know what bad luck struck, letting the police trace us!"
