The various high-sounding parameters and functions described by the Data Terminal should all have been genuine. Hao Ren believed one hundred percent that, with those gods from the Time-Space Administration Bureau around, even a tricycle could fly at several dozen times the speed of light. These days, even a sheet of A4 printer paper could be used as a holy contract, so what was impossible? Even so, he still couldn't accept that the Time-Space Administration Bureau had really sent him a tricycle...
The BMW steed that had just been issued by the Time-Space Administration Bureau had a boxy cabin and a rounded front. The entire vehicle shone with a bright silver luster, its three wheels firmly planted on the ground. Through the gleaming windows, he could even see the brand-new handlebars, brake lines, throttle, and superluminal engine control panel. The Data Terminal hadn't been wrong: this thing had sturdy, imposing lines and fully transparent windows with an excellent field of view—because it was a three-wheeled motor vehicle.
It was a three-wheeled motor vehicle that would be fined fifty yuan the moment it appeared within the city's Third Ring Road...
"Actually, this unit thinks the design is pretty good." The Data Terminal knocked hard against the tricycle's window. Its shield immediately activated, sending ripples shimmering outward. "Officer Raven has always held this kind of human-made transportation in the highest regard..."
Hao Ren slapped the vehicle's body. "So she's one of those gods with an aesthetic problem, huh? Either way, I can't accept this thing. I put up with the Giant Turtle Rock Platform. Aside from its name being a little... questionable, it's still a pretty good-looking ship. But this thing... You expect me to drive a tricycle to save the world? Then I'll only be able to save the world outside