As expected, the unexpected still happened.
After Dave stole the Victoria Crown, he drove into a fence. The two plainclothes officers who chased after him found only a smoking car, while the disgusting thief had vanished without a trace.
Just as they were frustrated and annoyed, a familiar, comically distinctive tune suddenly sounded nearby.
There should not have been such a slip-up, but Dave's successful diversion of the two officers and clean escape had made him a little too proud. He accidentally honked the horn.
"Honestly!" Aaron rubbed his forehead and shook his head in exasperation. "I take back my previous assessment again.
Hank was right. You really are a bunch of punks. Even if you succeed, it will only be by luck."
"Yes, we're punks, so what do we do now?" Dave asked anxiously. In his view, the two plainclothes officers were already heading toward the vehicle.
"Hide in the cargo compartment first! Maybe they'll leave if they don't see anyone!" Kurt said helplessly. "We can't be discovered before the power grid is shut down."
"That's all we can do." Dave nodded and carefully hugged Kurt's computer as he crouched and moved toward the back of the van.
"Heh, you should really be glad I'm in this piece of junk," Aaron said speechlessly.
"Do you have a way?"
"It could have been settled peacefully, but Dave just crashed that Victoria Crown. What kind of mood do you think those two plainclothes officers will be in?"
Kurt immediately fell silent and timidly operated his computer.
"I recognize this van." One of the plainclothes officers tapped on the window. "Anyone in there?"
"Yes." Aaron sighed softly and slowly rolled down the window.
"Who are you?" The officer eyed Aaron suspiciously. "This isn't your vehicle, is it? Where's Scott?"
Aaron raised an