A shrill, piercing alarm sounded, and pedestrians on the street hurriedly moved to the sides of the road. Housewives shouted to drag their playing children back home, while some residents locked doors and windows at the fastest speed, pulled curtains and cautiously peered through the gaps to watch the street.
As the alarm grew louder, a fleet of red armored trucks approached. Upon seeing the Oklana special police standing on the roof of the six-wheeled heavy armored trucks, citizens quickly looked away, lowered their heads, or pulled curtains. Everyone directed their fear and anger at places no one could see. No one wished to glance even once more at the blood-red convoy and the black armored prison trucks following it.
