Wenren Sheng felt a flicker of curiosity and jumped into a pickup truck.
Inside were a white driver and two fiery South American hotties. None of them noticed his presence and continued flirting enthusiastically.
"George, didn't you buy a house in the Nine Stars District? Why did you come back to the Miken wasteland?" the hottie in the passenger seat asked.
"Because I heard this place had become a game zone, so I came back. After all, this used to be my home," the driver said with a sigh.
"Oh, you poor baby. Let me comfort you from now on." One of the hotties in the back struck several poses at the center rearview mirror.
"Wait, I'm driving," the driver said, barely holding himself back.
Wenren Sheng felt that he had gotten into the wrong vehicle and was about to switch to another when he saw something that interested him.
"Have you heard? There's a kind of crow that can foresee deadly danger. It would be great if we could tame one," the woman in the passenger seat said.
"Really? Where can we find one?" the woman in the back asked excitedly.
"It's simple..." The passenger-seat woman smiled, then pulled out a revolver and shot the woman in the back in the head.
Brain matter splattered everywhere. The woman stared at her in disbelief before collapsing.
"Ah! Why did you kill her in the car?"
"That bitch had been getting on my nerves for ages." The passenger-seat woman blew away the smoke, then pointed outside. "Look, the crow is here."
A crow flew in from outside and landed on the roof near the rear window.
"No, I mean, you shouldn't have killed her in my car. Car washes are expensive," the driver sighed.
Wenren Sheng paid no attention to the