On the old street, ragged, dazed pedestrians lay sprawled everywhere. A red-painted vintage sedan sat quietly by the roadside.
On the old, dilapidated street, ragged, somewhat dazed pedestrians lay sprawled everywhere, while a red vintage car sat quietly by the roadside.
He moved the iron sheet along the edge of the car door handle, seemingly sensing something.
"What are you doing here?" A voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Why the fuck do you care what I'm doing here?" The scrawny man did not even look up, still moving the Iron Sheet.
"Are you stealing a car?" the voice continued.
"I left my car keys at home," the scrawny man said without raising his head. "Can't I think of another way to open it?"
"This is your car?" the voice asked again.
"Are you fucking done yet?" The scrawny man withdrew his hand. "If this isn't my car, is it yours? Get lost, get lost. Don't get in the way of me opening the door."
This time, the other person did not answer. He simply reached out and pressed the car door handle.
Click—
With a crisp sound, the handle's biometric identification function activated, and the door lock automatically disengaged.
The scrawny man froze for a moment, then looked up at his side.
Only then did he realize that a tall, burly figure had somehow appeared beside him. Backlit by the sun, the figure nearly blocked it out entirely, casting a shadow over his body.
"Bro," he said sheepishly, withdrawing his hand and slipping the Iron Sheet back into the cracking box. Gripping the box's handle, he slowly backed away. "I think I mistook the car. I just remembered, mine should be on the street behind this one."
With that, he sprang to his feet and darted to the side