"You have deviated from the route. Please replan your patrol route."
At night, as usual, Itachi patrolled the streets, manually operating the vehicle. Tired of listening to it, he turned off the voice announcements.
"Warning. Improper operation. You have violated the rules."
"Senior?" Xiao Gang asked curiously. "Where are we going?"
"Shut up," Itachi said without ceremony.
"Ha!" Xiao Gang accepted the order and carried it out strictly.
The vehicle traveled quietly through the streets, leaving their jurisdiction and arriving at a certain place, where they blended in and wandered around the main road.
Regardless of whether anyone understood these rules, passersby certainly did not.
Itachi chose a side street and stopped. He looked toward the towering building in the darkness.
Shisui had not contacted him for several days, so he was somewhat worried.
I hope nothing has happened.
Itachi held the steering wheel, deep in thought.
Over the past few days, Itachi had come to take a look during his night patrols. Nothing unusual had happened.
That was only natural. One person came to scout during the day, and another came at night. It would have been strange if they had run into each other.
That night, Shisui officially set out.
Wearing an old green Konoha Ninja tactical vest, he leaped into the night and sprinted at high speed, crossing one building after another. As he ran across rooftops and walls, the multicolored lights stretched into lines beside him.
His footsteps gradually slowed. He landed in a crouch on the rooftop platform of a building and watched the endless stream of vehicles passing through the airspace below.
Amid the traffic, a large truck came speeding over.
This was Shisui's target.
A late-night food delivery truck.
Seizing the opportunity, he leaped into the air and glided downward, landing steadily on