The vehicle sped along the desolate highway, its wheels kicking up clouds of sand and dust.
Kray, the blond big man driving, had multiple tactical lenses integrated into the black alloy mask covering half his face. They continually scanned the road ahead and gathered data on the surrounding environment.
The instant he casually glanced at the rearview mirror to check the road behind them—
The red electronic eye on the right side of his mask, used for precision targeting and normally kept dim, seemed to detect some incomprehensibly extreme threat. It abruptly erupted with a blinding crimson glow!
Its flashes came as frantically as an alarm on the verge of overload!
"What the fuck... is that?"
Kray's breath caught. Through that tiny rearview mirror, he saw it clearly.
An old man in a dark Zhongshan Suit, a cane in hand, was sitting upright on the railing of the truck bed, where there should have been absolutely nothing!
When had that man gotten on?!
Why had none of his sensors, weight detectors, or thermal scans reacted at all?
The old man simply sat there in silence, as though he had been there from the very beginning, merged with the entire vehicle and this desert alike.
What terrified Kray even more was that the old man in the mirror seemed to be... meeting his shocked "gaze" through the glass.
A faint golden gleam flowed in the depths of those profound eyes, carrying the cold indifference of one looking down upon ants.
A shudder born of primal survival instinct, one that even surpassed what his mechanically modified body could comprehend, shot through every circuit in Kray's body like a high-voltage current!
"ENEMY ATTACK!!!"
He nearly exhausted all his processor resources before forcing those distorted electronic words from his rigid vocalizer.
"**Hank! Someone's on