Alloy RCH sped into Dan Street.
It flew over the slope, landing heavily on the ground, with a long, sharp screech coming from the parking lot.
Cameras turned in unison.
The entire basement security was focused on him, and a customer coming down from the club was almost knocked over by the speeding motorcycle, causing chaos around.
A guy sitting on a luxury car hood, caressing a hot girl, started cursing after being disturbed.
"Sh*t! Have you drunk too much?"
"Watch the road, you damn idiot!"
...
Alloy Door A31 opened.
John dismounted and vomited up stomach acid.
The mechanical arm overhead began moving, washing bloodstains off the motorcycle and refueling it according to the package John purchased...
There were also cameras in the garage, but John, clinging to the last bit of rationality, avoided exposing his secrets as he grabbed a hose and drenched his head.
