The chaos was over.
Half of the factory was collapsed.
The rest was teetering on the edge.
John surfaced, wiped his face, and crawled out from the smoke-filled, spark-sprinkled ruins.
As he searched for his motorcycle, he checked his firearm.
Triangular Maple had undergone harsh environment tests.
The performance was unaffected.
John mounted the Alloy RCH, the tires spinning at high speed, tracing a black line across the gravel and bloodstains.
Owl Town Gang and the police would soon surround the streets.
John accelerated, rushing out of the riverbank area, not daring to linger, aiming straight for the high-priced crossing bridge to leave Sakura Cross Street.
Even as he fled, he didn't forget to chastise Kenichi Sora.
"Fuck, you're just a show-off idiot, isn't the noise big enough yet? Now look, city-wide congestion along with industrial equipment explosions, ECPD can no longer play blind man!"
The city's tolerance for mercenaries had limits.
