The spotlight holds up a small city in the wind.

The Wanderers soak in the night with food and drinks, cherishing this rare peace and harvest, not forgetting their companions who sacrificed in the war.

This ceremony is broad and comprehensive.

The family is like a strange protective umbrella.

It can share the pain of reality and the surface of the soul, but the deeper sorrow and individual thoughts seem particularly small before the barrier called the "big picture."

As long as the gigantic entity of the "family" keeps moving, the Wanderers will never stop.

They are protected and also swept along.

Talia sat on the outskirts of the bonfire, letting her thoughts wander, with two burly men lying beside her in alcohol stupor.

At this moment, she slouched in a gray vest, her elbow resting against the metal tabletop.

Condensed water formed deep traces on the tin can of Vodka.

She heard the sound of thick anti-explosion tires crushing gravel, and noticed the flickering lights of the watchtower in the corner of her eye.

Someone left through the front gate.

Talia lay on a still warm, hard boulder, raising her head in the direction of the sound.

She saw a deep blue night sky and a brown-yellow wasteland turning.

The armored vehicle aligned and sped along the suburban highway, with red taillights gradually blending into the blurry arcs of the night hills.

[Eden City - Ring Road]

Neon shadows slid over the front windshield.

The driver's seat was quiet and cool, shut off from the clutter of advertisements and the approaching sirens, with a rose-blue ambiance and vehicle data projections reflecting on John's cheek.

He silently adjusted his gaze, looking toward the rear.

A burning Calormen Truck overtook him, followed by whistling bullets and sirens, as hovercars hovered overhead, and Molotov cocktails dropped down at several-meter intervals.

Flames bounced off the railings and car shells.

John calmly maintained his speed, switching to the overpass, deliberately brushing the fence to watch the chase below.

He identified the city's gang members by the truck's mark.

These speed demons were forced into a checkpoint by the police, a row of concealed spikes suddenly shot up, making it veer off and smash into an alloy pile, ending the farce with a shrill brake and a blaring explosion.

This chase between cops and gang members was declared over.

John's cybernetic eye flickered, he withdrew his gaze, and waved to switch the air conditioning to internal circulation with filtration mode—the city echoed with a scorched smell, as if those flamboyant billboards were ignited, lights turned into lava flowing city-wide in response to the criminals.

He tuned the radio to listen to the news for a while.

The chase earlier was being replayed on several streets, while even large-scale shootouts broke out in the factory zone and major commercial streets.

Cops and gang members fired at each other using burning cars as cover.

Streets were littered with glass and rubble.

The Sakura Cross Street Club incident continued to ferment, all sorts of government and private hovercars shuttled under the night sky, led by the gangs of Owl Town and Black Gold Gang, bringing large-scale conflict to the streets.

The entire city was caught in a criminal revelry.

Rumble——

The Black Light in John's mind suddenly received a signal, indicating a municipal unit was conducting road control, and Eden City's cross-district checkpoints would undergo emergency maintenance and shutdown.

Private vehicles on restricted sections had an hour to return home, those still on the road past the deadline would be treated as violating the law.

John allowed municipal operational access so the broadcast and curfew notifications could smoothly load into the vehicle system, while he leaned close to the steering wheel, lowering his body, and raised his gaze to the sky.

Skyscrapers were outlined and filled with lights.

The Special Operations Force's combat hovercars boldly cruised through the streets, with vector engines holding extraordinary power, surrounded by rings of blue halos at the ends of four conical flames.

John watched them pass through the street.

The high-altitude beacons beside the skyscrapers blinked, while curfew notifications continued to broadcast and circulate between road screens and vehicles.

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