So much for Primorsky Avenue. What other secrets does this city hold? It turns out that these wretches have decided to make an attempt on my humble person because I could get my hands on the cargo which was carried by this very convoy. The simple-minded snakes don't even realize that they're the ones who led me to this cargo with their own hands. Did they really think they could scare me with some cheap blackmail? Me?! All right, listen to me, your job is to secure the area around the intersection and mark the location of the cargo with a beacon. My men will do the rest.