He hurried out the door and saw a drunkard by his Hummer off-roader, preparing to pull something out and urinate on the car door, while slapping the glass with his left hand, jabbering incoherently.
Beside him, two or three flamboyantly dressed women were laughing wildly.
Barney Ross charged up and kicked him, sending the drunk flying five meters!
He got in the car and sped away.
Leaving behind the stunned girls and the drunkard groaning on the ground.
Barney Ross floored the accelerator, roaring!
He directly ran a red light…
A half-hour journey he managed in just over ten minutes.
By the time he reached Palais des Nations, the Swedish police had already set up a security perimeter, police cars everywhere with lights flashing, and reporters who got the news starting to broadcast from outside.
At any time, traffic... is the tool of fortune!
This was amplified in the later internet era.
