Because his proposal to have a personal vehicle had not been approved, he could not ride a large motorcycle loaded with all sorts of future technology down the night roads.
With Hugin and Munin following beside him, gliding through the currents high above the dark sky,
Fang Ran silently landed on the roof of the last SUV.
His black eyes watched the factory in the distant night through Hugin and Munin's vision, wind tousling the ends of his hair.
There were two tasks on today's list. One was a plainclothes police pickpocketing operation at a mall,
and the other was the drug deal here.
Come to think of it, this seemed to be the second time.
But this was the capital, after all. There was no way it could be on the scale of that gang shootout.
His coat flapped in the wind, the airflow atop the car ruffling his bangs. Thinking of the "training" from when he had first awakened in confusion, of the crisis that figure had set up for him,
all the memories connected to her had made his past self feel that none of it was quite real.
"Get out. Move!"
Hearing the firm command issued by a man in the lead vehicle,
Fang Ran slowly floated into the night sky. His long black coat concealed his form as he watched the well-trained criminal police officers quietly approach the factory,
watched them set up their positions and lie in wait, watched them wait in silence.
A November night was certainly freezing, yet from the sky above the factory,
he saw every one of them holding their assigned positions, never moving for over two hours, even when he himself was beginning to feel cold.
Then, when the drug dealers finally arrived at the factory warehouse as the