A pickup truck left the small town behind for the bustling Tijuana. 

Lobo Negro, now seated beside the driver, smirked at the sight of the Blue Straw Hat Town through the rear-view mirror. 

“Boss, are we really going to let that bastard go?” His subordinate asked. 

“Let him go? Ha.” Lobo Negro scoffed. “That’s one hundred thousand USD on the line. Plus tonight’s fifty thousand USD, we’re in for a total of one hundred and fifty thousand USD. We’re coming back tomorrow night. This time, we’re bringing more men with us.”

“Hahaha!” They cackled boisterously. 

Pang! 

The windshield of the truck suddenly shattered. Before anyone could notice, a bullet flew in and lodged itself into the driver’s skull. His head was immediately split open, blood and bodily fluids splashed disgustingly across the broken glass and dashboard. 

“Fuck! It must be Scimitar!” One of them screeched. 

“It must be a trap!” Another hissed. 

Bang bang bang… 

The truck continued to glide forward as more bullets rained onto their truck. Multiple bullets were shot into the windows, causing its resultant shards to dig into their bodies along with the stray metal bits from the car door. 

Boom! 

The truck...