Wraith camp.
Bang!
A gray-black bionic arm punched the solid-steel punching bag, sending it flying as it bent out of shape.
The lump of metal flew up and came back down. The man dodged to the side and punched it again, as if sparring with it.
Once, twice, three times-
Bang!
The accumulated momentum snapped the chain, sending the metal lump flying high into a steel pillar in the Cement Factory. The sound echoed through the building.
"Too bad. Those Nomads are pretty capable. We can't keep dragging this out."
Bowen was a big man, nearly two meters tall, with a blue mohawk.
Both his arms had been modified, custom-built with top-tier bionic fibers. Micro-fuel motors and bioelectric motor systems were also used, evenly and sensibly distributed throughout his arms.
If he really went all out with these arms, punching through a bulletproof steel plate wouldn't be impossible-
But only his arms had been modified. The rest of his body actually couldn't withstand that kind of strain.
Bowen relaxed his body and said to one of his underlings, "When did that guy in the city, Jotaro Kujo, say the next shipment would be delivered?"
"He said everything's ready. They're just waiting for the cops and Militech to let it through."
"Good-" Bowen licked his lips. "Damn, it's not easy to find a couple of tender young kids these days."
This time, they'd made a real killing. Militech had provided them with a large quantity of supplies to kill people.
But with a little trickery on his part, they'd barely used any of the supplies, and Militech had to handle the job themselves-
They'd won twice over!
Now all he had to do was sell the surplus Militech supplies on the black market. He'd make a fortune, then buy some stuff