He laughed with enjoyment and loudly driving his

convertible from above at top speed while the

cold wind hit his face, making his hazel hair fly with it.

"Michael, you bastard, get out of my way."

He spoke in a loud voice to the owner of the car who was driving in front of him at a crazy speed on that dirt ground and the wheels of his car were making sand fly from the sides of his

black car . The gunman did not get a response, of course, Michael was screaming with enjoyment and how much he liked the feeling of driving at such crazy speed, it took...