John raised an eyebrow.
His prosthetic eye database, auto-loaded by Black Light, could scan hidden identities of dangerous figures and cover most weaponry visible on the market.
It was the first time he had seen a "non-official" descriptive term like this.
After Black Light's upgrade through the Pandora Algorithm, some minor changes had yet to be fully uncovered.
John held the robber for a few seconds.
Blood streamed from his cheek to his chin, dripping onto his jacket and the floor, and he started to struggle violently as he shook off dizziness and pain.
John tightened his grip on the man's throat, warning him sharply by his ear.
"Stop moving. I'm keeping you alive to see if there are accomplices around."
The robber's eyes widened.
He struggled even more violently, trying to make a sound, forcing John to adjust his grip to avoid crushing his throat.
Clang.
A shadow emerged at the alley's entrance.
