As the lonely car slowly came to a halt beside the deserted road, Sun Jack's eyes inside the vehicle quickly focused on the distant high-rise surrounded by a high-voltage electric grid.
The distinctive banana logo of United Fruit hung high on the building, standing out remarkably in the pitch-black Metropolis.
Seeing that the building still had power, he understood that the situation for the big corporation wasn't as bad as he had imagined.
And in that brief moment, the car's system was directly hacked by the opponent. The hacker's gruff voice blared from the car's speakers.
"Fuck your mother! What the fuck you think you're doing parking here? Don't wanna die, get the fuck away! This is Green Pontiff territory!"
With Old Six slamming the accelerator, the car sped off. The non-reflective car windows closed up immediately.
