Argumentative Essay On Mercedes

As she opens the door, it’s revealed that the car has no driver.
Lucky hopes in the passenger seat, Butterfly embraces the wheel – now taking control of the vehicle – the car burns rubber -- speeding off.
The SUV is not a typical automobile. It’s a CIA specifically equipped spy car. It’s equipped with a super charged electric engine capable of speeds over two-hundred miles an hour.
The million and half dollar spy car is bullet proof, water proof and has a defense system that includes a ground to air missile.
Also included in its arsenal, a fifty-caliber machine gun mounted where the engine would normally be a few other government top-secret defense weapons. In the event the wrong individual attempts to operate the vehicle, the results

“I’m sure of that,” Lucky replied as he makes sure his safety belt is secured.
The speedometer reads 109 miles per hour.
After several near misses, the self-driven Maserati turns in and out of traffic faultlessly – so does the Mercedes.
Inside the Mercedes are three Asian mobsters in black suits. The ones that were in the club earlier. The sit patiently as the Benz begin to gain on the Maserati.
Both cars being electronically driven.
The Maserati had one huge advantage.
Inside the Masaratti, a moment for comicalness for Lucky. “Gotta get me one of these.”
The Mercedes speeds up.
A second black self-driven Mercedes with Asian Gangsters inside appear out of nowhere. A beat later a helicopter appears above the Mercedes. The chopper belongs to the bad guys.
Lucky sees the chopper.
“They have a bird in the air, Libra.”
“Yes, they do.”
“How are we supposed to lose the chopper?”
“Don’t worry about the bird – we have that covered.”

The micro-robots take flight and rapidly fly to the Mercedes -- latch onto the front grill of the speeding car.
The micro-robots are equipped small containers of TNT.
The containers are latched onto the front grill. The eight or nine small micro-robotic birds fly away.
1 – 2 – 3 - KABOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
The front end of the speeding Mercedes explodes. The Mercedes does a textbook ninety degrees turn upside down and lands not so comfortable into the front entrance of a closed bank.
Seeing the car explode in front of them, the second Mercedes slams on the breaks immediately. Whatever just happened, they want no part of.
The car retreats.
The chopper above however continues following the Masarati.
The micro-robots che che birds
The micro-robots fly quickly back to the Maserati, and glide perfectly inside the bogus tail pipe back to home base,
“Don’t worry about the second car,” Libra specified, “They’ve been ordered to stand down.”
“Probably a wise decision,” Lucky bellowed.
“Why not?” Lucky wondered. “You’re in the clear -- take the steering wheel.”
Butterfly does.
“Turn right, then make a left into the