The blinding white light poured into the driver's seat.

The Jurassic ZT15 was equipped with a light-sensitive system—a layer of cobalt-blue honeycomb pattern appeared on the glass within a fraction of a second, filtering the sudden strong light.

The pallor quickly faded, revealing once again the beeping control panel inside the driver's seat, along with John's figure.

His gaze was focused and calm, hands and feet moving swiftly.

Whoosh—

The armored vehicle swerved sideways at low speed.

The engine hummed as if a miniature bomb had been ignited inside.

The sound wave was short and echoing, with the exhaust pipe spitting out twin flames of orange and cobalt blue...

With John's operation, the armored vehicle seemed to come alive, finishing a drift amid the lights of traffic signals and billboards, aiming its titanium alloy rear towards the direction of the approaching strong light.

Bam!

A city falcon vehicle collided with John.

The Wanderer's modified ride was indeed much sturdier than the factory setup.

John could feel the intense vibration, yet felt this impact was entirely within a bearable range.

In contrast:

The falcon's hood looked like a dented cookie tin, with hydraulic cylinders creating ripples on the ground, scattering metal parts everywhere.

The vehicle wreckage was lifted forward.

John heard the loud noise spreading overhead and saw the smoking and burning falcon roll over the windshield and slide towards the street corner.

The Jurassic ZT15 shifted half a parking spot.

Four dry marks were left on the shimmering asphalt road, soon submerged by flowing puddles.

The impact had just been relieved.

Bam!

The Jurassic ZT15 received another hit.

John was painfully strapped by the magnetic seatbelt, gripping the steering wheel as he felt a more intense shock than before.

His cybernetic eye connected to the vehicle's monitor, clearly seeing the location of the second impact:

A two-seater modified car was wedged against the passenger door, its wheels spinning on the slippery road, producing tire-burning sounds and steaming white smoke, with its specially designed bumper leaving a dent in the door panel.

"F*ck!"

John revved the engine, moving his hands and feet fiercely.

The armored vehicle roared as it swung its body, breaking free from the collision encirclement, and his view suddenly opened up.

Rain poured down.

[Eden City—Commercial Boundary Line Between East and West Districts]

The advertisement noise was dulled by the clamor.

The black glossy road outlined worn ground marker lines, with puddles reflecting flashes, where vehicles raced past in the reflection.

The Jurassic ZT15 plowed through the ripples.

Several cars tenaciously followed, surrounding from different directions at the intersection, barely closing the gap, with the sounds of drifting and tire burning echoing in the rain for a long time. After another failed interception attempt, gunfire finally erupted!

A figure emerged from the first car in pursuit.

He had East Asian features, wearing a fluorescent demon tattoo leather jacket, raising a fully automatic rifle.

Ratatat—

Its rate of fire was extremely fast, with shell casings bouncing out like afterimages.

The electric arc dots fell onto the armored car, leaving only slight charred traces; the ammunition's armor-piercing level couldn't compare to the vehicle's defense level.

John's cybernetic eye flickered.

He surveyed the encirclement through the onboard system, seizing the moment to sharply brake and realign the angle.

The driver of the pursuing car slammed the brakes.

The tires emitted a mournful screech.

The whole car jolted slightly forward but still collided at high speed with the rear of the armored vehicle, with the modified bumper not denting but caving in the underlying driver's seat.

The whole car, due to inertia, crashed into an advertising board.

The virtual projections around the light box started flickering, distorting the images, with arcs spreading between the casings, eventually bursting into a shower of sparks in an explosive blast.

John steadily gripped the steering wheel, his cybernetic eye flickering, withdrawing his attention from the rear as he turned to look towards the front side:

Two light modified cars dodged the chain rear-end collision, speeding past, their tires drawing four uneven skid marks on the slippery ground.

They stopped crisscrossedly, blocking the path.

John had just left the driver's seat when the door he pushed open was greeted with a barrage of bullets.

He raised the Rapid Runner Submachine Gun he had brought from the passenger seat, emptying the magazine blindly towards the direction blocking him.

After two consecutive times.

John took the opportunity to circle to the back, seeing the car that had collided with him earlier:

Debris and parts littered the road around, and the driver, a shirtless Owl Town gang member with deep green hair, had his chest crushed by the steering wheel, his artificial organs and subdermal armor intertwined...

"F*ck, what a poor thing."

John calmly raised his silenced pistol, pulling the trigger with two suppressed whooshes, letting the high-penetration bullet pierce through the city-breaker web glass, putting an end to this unfortunate soul's physical torment.

A barrage of bullets fired from outside the encirclement.

Tap tap tap—

Owl Town gang thugs, armed with various weapons, dismounted from vehicles one after another, cursing and shooting, forming a surrounding stance to pin down the armored vehicle in a hail of bullets.

The Jurassic ZT15's trunk slowly rose.

The ring of lights illuminated John's gradually deteriorating expression—he sucked his inner cheek, furrowing his brows, as if chewing on silent curses and anger.

The newly repaired and maintained paint was scratched up, exposing many areas of the silver-gray layer of armor, like unsightly blemishes, infuriating him.

Crash, clank!

"F*ck you!"

John raised the Hercules, chambering it and switching to smart mode, resting it in the trunk groove.

The thug circling to the side had barely emerged when he was engulfed in thunderous gunfire!

What the Wanderer gave John was ammunition produced by a major military manufacturer, with the arcs from the explosion as dazzling as miniature fireworks.

The bullets he fired slightly adjusted their direction in the air, embedding into the attacker's body.

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