David woke up in a daze—today had been too intense.
Their car had flipped, and not only flipped, it had caught fire.
The battle had been too fierce. The fight between James and Lille had been fully visible to David and Gloria, and like other ordinary people, they were trembling in fear.
So, when the Valentino guys floored the gas chasing the Six Street Gang, they didn't get away.
In a sense, a gunfight of this scale was more dangerous than any cyber-psychosis cleanup; the rocket easily blew their car away.
In his haze, he saw his mom lying far away, her fate uncertain.
"Mom! Mom! Wake up! Damn it... why can't you get up..."
Achido, who had just dragged James's corpse to the car, heard someone shouting and walked closer to see a kid stuck in the car.
"Is that your mom?"
"Yes—please save her!"
"No can do," Achido shook his head, "I'm on a mission for the boss now."
David was stunned, then shouted in anger, "Are you kidding me?! Are you just going to let her die?!"
