Today is a rare good weather day, clear skies, with a blue curtain covering the earth, the temperature just right, neither cold nor hot, a gentle breeze brushing past, the roadside wild grass and flowers swaying.
A motorcycle slowly cruised along the slate-paved path, Palmer and Bologue sitting together, with Palmer in front and Bologue behind, both particularly adhering to traffic rules, with motorcycle helmets on their heads.
During the stormy night chase, to reduce resistance and speed up, while launching an assault on the train, Bologue used the Summoning Hand to dismantle the motorcycle's sidecar. Fortunately, the sidecar had been broken many times, so Palmer didn't feel bad. And since a new sidecar hadn't been purchased yet, Bologue could only squeeze in with him.
The motorcycle stopped by the roadside, Bologue took off his helmet, the sunlight was somewhat dazzling, and he had to squint his eyes to look ahead.
"Is this the place?" Palmer asked.
