Punks, Not Dead

A luxurious black SUV drove out from a villa followed by a caravan of military vehicles. The soldiers guarding the perimeter latched on the trucks and hopped inside to take a seat. This cycle repeated as the black SUV led them out of the subdivision.

On the subdivision's exit, numerous military trucks were parked in the middle of the road and used as a blockade to slow down carriers. When the commander saw the black SUV, he signaled his men to pack up and leave out of here.

With their addition, the black SUV became the center of the caravan protected in front and the rear.

An old bald man checked the time from his old wristwatch and grew displeased by something. He leaned back to rest his head on the seat as he emptied his mind.

Marianne who was seated beside the old man glared without blinking even once. In the end, Marianne couldn't take it anymore and started the conversation.