As I had been circumscribed by a great number of undefinable enemies ultimately craving to end my existence.
Two heavy caterpillars emerged, their intent distinctively primed to crush me.
The cops convoy on my tail was shut out by the hitmen machinery in Jeeps, motorbikes, land cruises and the two caterpillars with one of the biggest wheels I ever saw in my life.
I can only imagine how joyous their hearts felt at this instance. The culprit billionaire bastard would totally in a short time meet his end.
We all are guilty of this truth. At some point we wished something bad or evil to happen to the other human.
So I won't completely blame the cops. After all, we all are just humans. We aren't perfect but are in the process of perfection.
For there was absolutely no way I would get out of this conducively terrible circumstance.
They must have been celebrating my fall in advance.
It's like you are playing soccer, perhaps you dribble off the defenders, then the goalkeeper. Now it's just you and the goal post.
Can you anticipate how electrified your supporter would feel in this case?
Certain situations are obvious. You need not be told the end results. Mine was such.
The cops planned not to intervene. I am sure it must be the reason why the airstrikes jets in the sky had not yet taken any action yet.
Stupefyingly I wasn't that worried in this deadly dangerous moment. I must have slowly begun to develop some immunity to this kind of sitch.
I didn't have a death phobia. I feared being captured which would lead to torture.
Torture above all things I hated. My sixth sense suggested in my head that they hadn't given up on my scroll.
Torture is so toxic. It can make you lose even the last insanity that underlay at the bottom of your perception faculty.
My thoughts, lost in the wilderness, were brought back to the present reality by the drift of my beautiful Easter.
The rising sand dust became my wake up call.
In the shortest possible time we were in deep dust just like a whirlwind had us trapped.
I knew exactly what I should do in this unexpected dilemma.
As my beautiful Easter continued drifting, the dust caused all my blood thirsty ambitious enemies aiming to win the trophy on my head to halt in their tracks.
"You are dead meat Contratino!"
I heard one shout. He must be on the motorbike from the sound of it.
I activated all my CCTV cameras. I needed all the extra eyes and senses I could use at this troublesome time.
I must applaud my beautiful Easter for this exquisite genius brilliant idea.
I swiftly held onto my black semicircle steering wheel.
When my beautiful Easter ceased her amazing drift. I am a hundred percent I couldn't drift as she had done.
She faced me prior to my initial destination.
Intuitively I pushed the red button.
"Take this you fuckers!"
I released the loudest voice projection in my life. It dug all the energy stored in my belly and all the pressure in my lungs.
I loved the ka boom explosion as it cleared my path and gave me light at that instance.
The light I needed to draw me out of my darkest hour of the day.
My beautiful Easter acted as if her mind and mine were in sync.
My blue Lamborghini Urus accelerated at an amazing speed that triggered my thriller adrenaline.
Gosh! I slipped into divine ecstasy. I have never once in my life experienced this out of the world bliss before.
Even if I die right now. I would have defiled the power of death.
Few people you will ever find dying happily. I succeeded in mocking death.
I could not imagine its face if it made a quick glance at the smile on my face.
If the devil happened to be waiting for me on the gates of hell. He would be honourably disappointed at my coming.
He would undoubtedly shut me out of his kingdom.
Soon my view had cleared once more. My new tail swam in the dust which I showered them with.
I gazed in my rear view mirror. My dumb pursuers were just waking up and in a frustrating shocked mood inside their puffed up chest.
Countless lineups of cops, Jeeps, motorbikes and land cruises came behind me shortly.
I chuckled, "You dumb dumbo are beneath me and fifty steps behind."
"You will always be my tail and nothing else."
I felt the world in the palm of my hands. I was in control.
"Lol, this is how it feels to be the beastmaster?"
"When everything is wielded by the power of your mind and the hand's action. I love this feeling."
I spoke out loud unashamedly. Why should I be when all the people in the world do talk to themselves?
Some may not just say it louder like me. If you don't do that then you aren't human at all.
My eyes swivelled to both side view mirrors. I could only behold my enemies in the sides far away from the dust and the shots that strike the back of my beautiful Easter.
My beautiful Easter automatically piloted herself into the main road, the tarmac.
I could never cease to be amazed by her sense of humour. She and I make a great team.
In front of me appeared a bridge. I had to go through the underground tunnel passage.
I jumped to the left driver's seat.
"Easter, switch to auto manual mode."
In just a few seconds I took charge. I missed her reaction when I was the one in control of her.
I decelerated as I neared the bridge underground tunnel passageway.
This unpredictable move made my enemies draw close and their attacks increased tremendously.
To some point, the violent shaking of my Beautiful Easter by my enemies' attack scared me.
The attacks invoked some deep darkest fear in me but I had to do this.
It's a necessity, if I had other options I could have singled out one and applied it.
I began to count down.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two and one."
The second my beautiful Easter entered the underground tunnel of the bridge.
I clicked on a green button on the semicircle of the black steering wheel.
On both the entrance and the exit of the bridge underground tunnel.
Suddenly, strong thick heavy steel galvanised metals resurrected from the earth and covered the two openings.
The cops' vehicles, the hitmen motorbikes, Jeeps, and land cruisers chasing close to me bashed in the strong thick steel galvanised metals.