Chapter 203: Chapter 123: Blood Flows Beneath the Neon

John’s entire spine was burning hot.

He frowned and looked around:

The four assassins who had been close to him were dismembered, their blood mixed with organs flowing toward the oil-stained trash can.

One of their helmets had a notch cut into it.

Rain and light poured in, vaguely revealing an East Asian face, shocked and speechless.

John, panting, crouched down to loot the corpses.

He felt like he was back when he just started on the streets, always wanting to gather some spoils with nothing but the clothes on his back.

[Equipment: Black Motorcycle Leather Jacket]

This group of killers was all equipped with Sianweistan, with micro-circuit cooling devices inside the jackets, magnetically attached to the spine, and he could feel the effect shortly after putting it on.

“…Pretty nice.”

John realized:

The people who attacked him were not cheap, they were at least more formidable than the ones he encountered while driving last time.

Who wants to silence him?

The task had become somewhat troublesome by now.

John glanced at the motorcycle helmet, and another thought popped up—these guys couldn’t have come looking for him on foot, could they?

Night fell.

Rainwater passed through holograms.

Above Sakura Cross Street, a sultry dancer stepped out from the billboard, a colossal image ten meters high striking provocative poses above the busy streets.

The izakaya was bustling nonstop.

John pretended to be a passerby and glanced at the door, not lingering in front of the security and cameras, slipping through the rain and various umbrellas to finally see an open space after going around a few buildings.

Five motorcycles parked side by side.

[Vehicle: Raqi Industry – Glaive]

John moved closer.

Next to the motorcycle gas tank, he found a kinetic submachine gun and several full magazines on the shelf.

[Weapon: Raqi – Rapid Runner]

[Module: Ballistic Stabilization, Magnetic Magazine]

[Description: Designed for street users, ultra-high stability, and auxiliary chip for ride-and-shoot, quickly reloads with custom accessories.]

This gun was already top-notch on the street.

But what was truly valuable were these magnetic accessories beside the motorcycle.

John took everything as they were.

He packed the weapons and magazines before pulling out a data cable and plugging it into the onboard system’s slot.

Black Light whistled past.

The anti-theft system and tasers didn’t even have the chance to activate before being destroyed by a powerful force.

John mounted the motorcycle and drifted on the spot, just about to leave the scene when a blockade came—a single armored vehicle blocked the path at the end of the open space.

The braking sound was extremely urgent.

This was quickly followed by a second, then a third, until all possible escape routes were completely sealed.

Bang!

High beams shot forth.

The open space was lit a ghastly white.

“…F*ck.”

John muttered, gripping the handlebars, eyes stern, waiting for Messiah’s Eye to refocus.

A figure slowly emerged from the armored vehicle.

He was fearsomely strong, half his face covered by a demon tattoo, resembling a slowly advancing wall.

John was shrouded in shadow.

Real-time scan information appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Chuanze Lu]

[Faction: Owl Town Gang]

This guy was a senior cadre in the Owl Town Gang, also an internal Executioner, first seen during the rescue of Gino, and seen again at Kuang Xin’s party factory.

Chuanze Lu raised a heavy machine gun to fire, the Armored Behemoth saving the day in the end, the outcome of the battle unknown.

The scene of interrogating the Owl Town Gang minions flashed in John’s mind.

Chuanze Lu approached.

He wore a custom oversized suit, his left arm hanging empty, with a face as pale as if seriously wounded and not yet recovered.

“Hey.”

“…Tsk.”

They exchanged glances, both showing an expression of annoyance.

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