The automobile manufacturer at the exhibition claid that the invisible drones from New Arica used the sa materials.
John flicked his fingers.
The circular patterns on the floor rotated and rose, exposing the details of the hub and suspension—only the core technical design of the Eisenberg supercar series was retained, while all other decorative parts were completely replaced.
The vehicle did not have a biotric authorization lock.
Pop!
John snapped his fingers.
The supercar emitted a low hum, just getting close made you feel your insides trembling, and even your soul seed to boil over.
The scissor doors opened.
The breathing lights flashed rhythmically.
Sitting astride the driver’s seat, John slled the sa fragrance as in the car casino.
The interior was dim, only the dark golden patterns on the leather surface could be seen.
John extracted a data cable and connected it to the onboard system. Black Light forcefully overwrote everything, converting the vehicle’s condition into a stream of data that floated in his vision.
[Device reconnected, system data updated, added to new vehicle.]
The entire vehicle status appeared on the glass of the car window in front of John.
In the detailed configuration, he saw many high-end features that he had only seen in company promotions. It’s no exaggeration to say—this brand new Eisenberg is a dream that most people in Eden City could never touch in their lifeti.
[Contact - Ethan Ratliff [Unread ssage]]
A mailbox notification popped up in John’s view.
Black Light destroyed the Bone Shards’ positioning system and equipnt authorization left in the car.
He certainly received the ssage right away.
[I put a lot of thought into this car; if you ever kick the bucket, I’ll definitely co to retrieve it.]
"F*ck, this idiot sure planned to keep it for himself!"
John sneered and mocked, wishing he could give Bone Shards the finger from afar.
The email had a second part.
[What a pity, I thought you had died in so corner, but I didn’t expect that the first thing you did upon returning to the West District was to take out the head of the Black Gold Gang. Consider this a reminder—don’t make it too ugly.]
Bone Shards’ reaction was more composed than John had imagined.
He didn’t retaliate loudly, as if the head’s death were a minor issue, which precisely indicated that sothing very important was distracting Bone Shards, leaving him no ti to deal with the troublemaking rcenaries.
Buzz——
A powerful gust echoed in the underground garage of the Bolago Club.
All the custors and gangsters lingering there couldn’t help but look in the direction of the engine’s sound.
A black-bodied supercar with a faint blue tail streaked around the thick pillars in a drifting motion, revved up the engine, and flew over the slope, landing steadily in the middle of the colorful road.
Apathetic passersby turned their heads repeatedly.
It was wrapped in Eden City’s neon, its speed continuously increasing, and the stunning sound waves steadily overpowered the street’s clamor.
John held the steering wheel, ignoring the skyrocketing speed, until the stream of data on the surface of his cybernetic eye fully loaded, and he had grasped all the functions and details of the vehicle.
Bone Shards had installed a very interesting feature in this supercar.
[Module: City Camouflage]
The surface of the sports car suddenly displayed a layer of honeycomb cracks, with colorful streams spreading from the engine hood to the rear of the car, and as the waves disappeared, the originally pitch-black glaze turned into a silver patchwork shell, with taillights transforming into the classic inverted V shape of the Silver Rider 577.
John drove the supercar through the barricades of the gang and the ECPD.
While the newcors were still glancing and discussing, the veterans on the streets of the West District already recalled that familiar Silver Rider 577 and the rcenary stories behind it.
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