Rimanoa

He should be driving a tank

August 19, 20:03 PM.

Five minutes later the Cosa Nostra team is back on the road, but this time Amoramente and I are in the front and Brosman along with the corpse in the back.

If earlier I had said that Lonje could easily become a professional racing driver, now, watching his careful and tender handling of the car, my opinion of him was raised to the extent that he could not even afford long-haul flights on a Boeing 747.

After two minutes of such tenderness with pieces of metal, plastic and rubber for the "Sicilian Schumacher" came the test — turning left after the intersection, a police cordon appeared ahead.

"Quickly they…" — came from the back seat.

"Next time you do a forceful interrogation, don't forget you're not in the 'Wild West' — after the speech, I directed my gaze toward Lightning, immersed in a world of speed 100 percent.

The cordon consisted of three Ford cops placed perpendicular to the street bed, as well as the usual ordinary uniformed cops.

The cordon was 150 meters away when Amoramente "blew his foot" on the gas pedal, causing the car to accelerate at a speed that would have been able to get around a Porsche Boxter.

The cops in the cordon took notice of our car.

Sicilian Aerton Senna overtook cars so easily and effortlessly that it seemed as if he was playing some simple video game.

Finally, we reached a distance of about four meters to the nearest cordon car (at this point the car was speeding forward at 90 km/h — in the city, and especially in New York, such a speed with such a flow of cars can be recognized as a record), and the cops opened fire with single shots.

At that moment, Lightning jammed his foot into the brake, with the speed dropping to 30 km/h, and twisted the steering wheel slightly to the right.

With a wild roar, the Cherokee threw itself into the side of the Ford's trunk with the left corner of its steel bumper. After the collision, the Ford spun 210 degrees to the left, thus opening up the road for us, and Lonje put even more pressure on the throttle.

Flicks numbed from what they saw and stopped shooting, and all because Amoramente is not just a great driver, but because he also knows his armored car perfectly….