NovelSearch Chapter 507 325: Who Stole My Car
Chapter 507 325: Who Stole My Car
[Street reputation increased, new social level unlocked.]Bone Shards kept staring at the mercenary in front of him.
John even had an illusion—despite having dealt many times, with Bone Shards' lousy personality, it seemed this was the first time he looked at him directly.
The atmosphere in the room was uneasy.
"You know... who you're provoking, right?"
Although Bone Shards said this, he still shook his glasses to signal the people around to relax.
"Perhaps."
John had considered the consequences.
So he didn't put the new knife into the box, but instead sheathed it at his waist, ready to draw it if necessary.
Bone Shards put on his glasses and sneered.
Maybe those who are around Bone Shards every day don't feel it, but after four months of re-engaging, John felt he was different from the impression he had.
His willingness to communicate was stronger, his emotions more visible, no longer pretending.
Bone Shards reconnected to the frame slot—the Black Gold Gang's major business in the city, the latest gang war territory disputes were all decided by him.
He waved to signal John to scram.
"You surprised me, John, but don't just be all talk; if you want to carry the burden, get ready for how many bullets you'll take, don't be a coward."
It didn't turn into a fight.
John left the Bolago Club, tossed the box containing the money onto the passenger seat.
He didn't directly extract the funds.
This was clean cash chip from the black market that could circulate outside Eden City.
No account information required, nor is there any transaction record; sometimes it could even be exchanged for more valuable items.
He drove a distance, tossing the weapon box into a pitch-black alley.
The sealed box was heavy.
The weight came from the security system and the smart system.
John didn't want to be tracked, nor did he want to be involved with the weapons manufacturer—if Bone Shards leaked the information, whoever did it would be in trouble.
Kenichi Sora had considered many real-world factors when designing this knife.
The whole knife could be disassembled into five independent parts.
Each part could be customized by black market vendors with different material versions, no extra connections or purchase channels needed; as long as there are samples and blueprints, it could be settled in the East District underground market.
The blueprint was in the knife handle.
When John grabbed it, the palm patch immediately read the file and motion information.
John took some time to send a message to Gerry, instructing him to gather all the employees at Dan Street Apartment 013.
Silver Rider 577 swung around, skillfully driving into the underground garage, finding an empty parking spot in the renovated garage, and waiting.
The basements of Bolago Club are connected.
Divided into areas according to [Public Mall][Affordable Apartments][High-end Apartments][Bolago Member Exclusive Zone], with smart barriers and electronic scanners in the middle, security is added in more important locations.
John couldn't enter directly under Dan Street Apartment.
That was the member zone.
He originally had an individual garage, but it was all bound to another biometric account.
Now, if he wanted to enter, he'd have to spend money on another lease, and to maintain the membership grade, he had to purchase a bunch of packages.
John suddenly thought of a problem—what about the vehicles he left in the apartment?
He accessed [Device Management Center].
Each of John's cars had been black-light brushed; as long as they're within the local network coverage area, he could take control of the vehicles.
[Data reading, accessing local network, device reconnecting...]
Various information flashed before John's eyes.
[Vehicle: Thunder Miles-Jurassic ZT15 [Modified]]
[Status: Offline]
"Fack!"
John squeezed his fists.
When Internet Surveillance was chasing him, he only took Silver Rider 577 to escape; it seemed the Jurassic left in the apartment had been tampered with.
Four months were enough to dismantle a car hundreds of times.
The Jurassic ZT15 was a prize John got from working for Wanderer, a symbol of respect from Damascus.
The landing price in Eden City would be over a million euros.
John's car would only be more expensive.
Because it was modified by Wanderer, top-tier configuration, professionally tuned, lifting the hood would leave half of the city's car thieves at a loss.
John pressed his fist against his mouth, leaning his elbow on the car window, lost in thought.
It's not just the vehicle problem.
In the trunk of the Jurassic Armored Vehicle, there was also a top-tier attack weapon.
[Weapon: Hercules MAX]
That was John's only heavy firepower.
Military experimental weapons with dual shooting modes, the kind black market sellers couldn't even dream of getting, not to mention the two boxes of original ammunition paired with the gun.
It was quite a serious loss.
"...Phew."
John felt severely uncomfortable.
[Device reconnecting... permission confirmed/default, re-adding to device management center...]
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, new content popped up before John's eyes.
[Device: Eisenberg-Alloy RCH]
[Status: City roam [Access/Location]]
Even though black light reloaded the device, he couldn't find the Jurassic ZT15, but he located the position of the Alloy RCH motorcycle within the city local network.
Turns out the car thief didn't dismantle it!?
Black Light automatically activated remote access.
"I caught you, you little sneak."
John's prosthetic eye flickered, pulling up Silver Rider 577's navigation system, projecting the motorcycle's coordinates onto the city map.
A red dot was moving.
Someone was racing on Shanglang Road with the motorcycle.
Black Light had remotely taken over the vehicle system, kicking out any other user, sending a disconnect message to whoever was riding it.
Things got interesting.
The motorcycle won't stop immediately but will switch to automatic cruising at the lower speed limit of the current gear, meaning unless the driver jumps off, the thief would be trapped on the motorcycle unable to stop.
"Surprise~"
John activated [Recall], maxing the speed, and the moving frequency of Alloy RCH on the map increased.
It was bringing the "car thief" towards him.
John wasn't waiting in the garage but rather drove up onto the street, waiting a block away from Dan Street Apartment.
The motorcycle's roar grew closer from afar.
John got out of the car, the knife hidden at his waist, soon spotting Alloy RCH appear at the road's end.
As the distance closed, a howling echoed louder.
John squinted his eyes, focused and zoomed in, seeing a corporate worker gripping the motorcycle's handlebars, shouting something constantly.
He was wearing a bullet-proof suit.
His prosthetic body and plugins were exquisite, with face panels and muscle selections commonly seen in commercial ads.
John stood at the roadside.
Black Light controlled the motorcycle to start slowing down.
The man's voice became clearer.
"It's slowing down! Fack, I swear, this motorcycle is absolutely remotely controlled, hurry the hell and find the hacker%..."
Ah, so he was calling for help.
He also noticed John standing by the roadside, thinking he was some curious passerby.
"F*ck away! The vehicle's out of control!"
He yelled angrily at John.
John nodded, shifting half a step sideways.
The man sighed in relief, but as they crossed paths, he suddenly felt his collar tighten as it instantly constricted his throat to the limit; accompanied by inertia, he was yanked off the bike.
Silver Rider 577 coasted a bit before stopping steadily.
"Cough! Damn... cough cough, cough~"
The driver was thrown onto the roadside, enduring the pain from falling and pulling, unsure whether to cover his buttocks or throat, unable to utter a complete sentence, only dry heaving on the ground.
John lowered his gaze to scan his information.
[Name: Piotr Mercado]
[Affiliation: Eisenberg]
[Scan: Blood Pressure Pump, NV-X9 Faceplate, Bio-dynamic Skeleton, Omega NEUR Network Access Vault, etc.]
[Bounty: None]
John didn't wait for the file to load.
He frowned, using his foot to flip the person over, staring at him and asking.
"Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"