The strangeness kept intensifying. Since last night, the city had become bizarre.
Unreachable high-end apartments, weird "dreams", and now, a place meant to detain criminals, the Investigation Bureau had only stationed a slacker who napped during work hours, plus two women with slender arms and legs, clearly not adept at combat.
The "Overload IV" identified the trio.
The napping man hadn't undergone any cybernetic enhancements, and the two women only had basic functional prosthetics. Even if they hadn't planned an attack tonight, wasn't the Bureau afraid that the killer of "Black Sand" would suddenly wake up and slaughter everyone on this floor?
What was even more absurd was that after hearing about the prisoner's escape, the young man sluggishly lifted his eye mask, and upon seeing him and the thermal energy cutting blade, he didn't panic at all, instead waving friendly and greeting him.
As for the name Lucky, Vadim had never heard of it.
