"And every cop, every Syndicate soldier, every rubbernecker who looks at those wrecks… they'll ask the same question. What kind of madman drives a hundred masin through a city? "
I stepped out of the roofless Ram-9. My knuckles were white bone. My one good eye was bleeding from the pressure. skacat- city car driving 100 masin
They chose me because I am the only driver who can hear the rhythm of the asphalt. "And every cop, every Syndicate soldier, every rubbernecker
Most drivers would brake.