The wind whipped up the work jacket.
John saw Alek glance at him sideways on the winding track.
The other party seemed to have noticed it too—the persistent stranger might be up to no good.
The distance wasn't enough.
John suddenly twisted the throttle.
The wheels steadily crossed onto the straight cement structure.
He let go of the handlebars, leaving the vehicle's cruising and balance calibration to Kenichi Sora.
The AI would make fine adjustments to maintain a steady speed.
John reached over and grabbed the Triangular Maple rifle, his palm patch connecting to the firearm's intelligent system.
The quad-scope synchronized with his prosthetic eye.
He focused, locked on to the target, and amidst winds exceeding speeds of two hundred kilometers per hour, pulled the trigger.
Bang——
The sound of the depleted uranium bullet was deep and short.
The bullet didn't shoot at Alek but precisely hit a fragile structure on the track ahead.
Bang.
The metal connector snapped.
