Beep, beep beep—

A heavy-duty truck drove into the storage center, honking in advance, and as it turned into the inner road, a municipal emblem appeared on its exterior.

John stood in the spotlight of his motorcycle lamp, hands in his work jacket, admiring the big guy in front of him.

It looked like a short and stout cube, with tall tires, and even in standby mode, you could feel the surging power. It was a model specifically for towing heavy trucks.

Six burly men descended from the driver's seat and beside the boom.

They skillfully took out baseball caps and gas masks to avoid being captured by potential surveillance cameras, the shadows of the hat brims especially pronounced under the car lights, and their amber eyes continuously flickered with streams of data.

"Are you John? Hey, Raphael sends his regards."

The leading driver shook hands with him.

John knew at once it was a powerful prosthesis.

This guy might be a retired mercenary, turned to legal work for family or other reasons, with arms thicker than John's neck, and a behavioral chip not yet activated inserted into the data slot behind his ear.

Raphael "arrived" remotely using this thing.

She was the manager of the East District's underground black market and a top intermediary highly trusted by elite Lone Wolves.

Not many in Eden City had seen her, and even her female image was speculated based on her mannerisms.

At Kaufoglandon Auto Sales Center, all formal employees had to sign an authorization agreement upon hiring, and wear a behavioral chip during working hours so their bosses could borrow their bodies.

Behavioral chips were very common in the Cyber Era.

High-end venue receptions, luxury apartment butlers, club sex dolls, corporate intelligence departments, all basically wore behavioral chips.

They could record and replicate skilled operations, like mercenaries using combat chips, as long as they were inserted into the data slot, they could make ordinary people extremely professional.

Chips could also store memories during work, and events occurring during service would be forgotten immediately after the chip was removed, like a completely separate life and memory.

This protected the secrets of customers and the company.

Raphael was willing to make friends with John because of Doctor.

Ryan Randall's underground clinic was located in the East District, and it was said that they were street teammates together in the past.

The driver sent by Raphael didn't immediately tow away the armored truck.

The burly men calmly glanced at the body, as if prepared beforehand, took a body bag from the car, collected Knight's remains, and sprinkled chemical powder on the ground to decompose the blood.

The warehouse was cleaned up.

Kaufoglandon's driver secured the armored truck for towing, waved goodbye to John, and left the storage center.

The roar of the engine faded at the end of the road.

The sound of waves became clear again.

The sea breeze on the shore dispersed the heat, and the skyscrapers looked like they were built with bonfires of light, sending virtual projections into the sky.

John withdrew his gaze and revved the motorcycle.

Alloy RCH's tires crushed gravel, accompanied by a roaring howl through the night wind.

The city had entered the latter half of the night.

[Acquire transport vehicle. 0/1 (Unachieved)]

[Enrich store menu. (Unachieved)]

The store's transport vehicle issue was basically resolved, and now it was time for the menu. Genius suggested visiting operators, and John could only think of Angelica.

John traversed through the brightly lit streets, noticeably feeling the increase in vehicles and people enjoying nightlife.

After several bloody gang wars and city-wide lockdowns, all sides suffered heavy losses and needed a moment's rest to assess the current situation, and now was a brief interval in the storm.

[Eden City - Bolago Club]

John swiped his membership identity to reach the underground garage.

During Mr. Vito's tenure, he had a specially reserved independent space in VIP Area A, but now that Bone Shards had taken over, he couldn't open the door with the original authorization entry, so he parked in the public area.

Because of the move, he now parked at the high-rise apartment building's base.

Screech—

The music and tire friction sounds echoed in the underground garage, the engine resonating with the surrounding buildings, emitting a dizzying hum.

Electronic signboards and flowing holographic projections created a great atmosphere.

Surround sound and deep blue lighting filters made entering the underground garage a mind-bending experience.

John didn't go to the upper-level member area.

He returned to the street, along wide steps, and amidst the bustling night crowds, reached the outer shopping mall.

It was packed tight here; after an oppressive period, ordinary citizens seemed to have received the "ceasefire" signal, putting on their best clothes and flaunting their newly installed prosthetics.

Spotlights and holographic projections roamed the public space.

Wandering customers were half-naked, some implanted glowing modules under their skin, others showcased their personality through peculiar hairstyles and bright clothes...

John squeezed out from the escalator with his hands in his pockets.

The Tipsy Bikini bar was also filled with partying customers.

A male and a female bartender appeared simultaneously in their rare formal outfits, dazzlingly twirling shakers, while among the sofa booths and bar stool patrons, were bikinied beauties weaving back and forth.

They were explosively built, carrying or dragging vessels filled with alcohol, darting between burly men and furniture, occasionally spilling on themselves.

Every time this happened...

The drunks never got angry, stopping their billiards or gambling moves, raising their brows with a smile, whistling from afar, unabashedly enjoying the visual feast.

The muscular bouncers were already adapted to the new environment.

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