The Volvo SUV's front end was slightly wrecked—tilted upward from the sudden torque surge when the driver stomped harder on the gas.
From the bikers' perspective, the police SUV looked dead set on chasing them.
Most panicked and darted away, but a few with cooler heads began to slow down, ready to pull over.
They weren't foolish enough to challenge the full force of the state machine—no matter how deep their pockets or how powerful their connections were.
Paying a fine and spending a night at the station was manageable. But if they fled, injured someone, or caused a fatal accident, they'd face disaster.
Even escaping without causing harm could add extra charges, another night in detention, and heftier fines.
Especially now—after the province-wide CCTV project spearheaded by the authorities had blanketed nearly every corner of Province N.
True, a few installation gaps remained, but once the police decided to come for you, hiding your face wouldn't save you.
