It was twelve o'clock at night.
Mageya Street.
This is a major street located in the city center, bustling and crowded during the day, but cold and silent at night.
Wiggs Supermarket is on this street.
The supermarket had stopped business before ten o'clock, and the exterior shutter doors were closed.
A van drove up to the back door of the supermarket, which was in an even more remote location, where at night not even a stray dog could be seen.
Two men descended from the van's cab, wearing stocking hoods. One of them, a tall Caucasian man, went to the back and opened the van's door, and two more men jumped out.
One of the men asked the tall Caucasian man, "Rocky, do we really have to lock the van's door? Though I don't have claustrophobia, I really don't like it."
"No problem, next time I'll tie you to the roof, then you can enjoy the moonlight while we drive."
"Haha..." the others laughed.
