On a rainy night, in the fourth renaissance city "Seven Islands."
On the first cross-sea bridge from Hong Kong Island to the accommodation area, a silver-gray motorcycle sped by.
The rider wore an old gray jacket with a bright yellow vest over it. The vest had the eye-catching words "Lightning Husky Express Delivery" and the grinning dog-headed man logo printed on it.
"Ouch - Hello, rider Ethan Carter, the Lightning Husky assistant reminds you that there are still 30 minutes before the private customized express delivery service expires. Please hurry up to complete the delivery task."
The intelligent voice system built into the helmet issued an urging reminder.
Ethan subconsciously stepped on the accelerator.
"Ouch - rider Ethan Carter, you are speeding. Please pay attention to traffic safety and drive in a standardized manner."
"Fuck you..."
Ethan cursed softly and manually turned off the intelligent voice system in the helmet.
This job can't be done anymore. It must be done immediately! Right now! Resign! Find a new job next month.
"Beep -" A call came in.
Ethan was stunned for a moment, thinking, *No way, no way, no way. It's not two minutes since I turned off the intelligent voice of the helmet, and someone from the company called to ask about the situation?*
It's already eleven o'clock in the evening. Is there anyone on duty at the Lightning Husky Rider Dispatch Center?
"Hello?" He answered the phone with a stiff upper lip.
"Hello, Ethan Carter?"
Hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be his roommate, Jason Stone.
As long as it's not someone from Lightning Husky calling to question why his helmet is disconnected...
"What's the matter, Old Stone?"
As soon as he spoke to Jason, Ethan's tone unconsciously became ruffian.
"Where are you, kid?" Jason's voice sounded a little nervous.
"Dad is running orders outside. Fart quickly."
"A female specialist from the Iron Dome Security Bureau came to your door and said that she won't leave unless you come back. What have you done recently?" Jason spoke in a low voice, as if the other party was right next to him.
"Fuck, there is such a thing?"
Ethan's mind crashed briefly, and he actually thought carefully about what he had done recently.
"It can't be because of that underground bar..."
"Hiss - what underground bar?"
Jason took a breath. He was just asking casually, but he didn't expect that Ethan seemed to have something to do.
"Nothing, nothing... By the way, is the specialist's last name Harper?"
"Oh, yes, yes, eh? How did you know?" Jason was stunned on the other end of the phone.
"Then it's okay. You let her wait. I'll be back after I deliver this order... By the way! Don't let her enter my room!"
Ethan's tone in the second half of the sentence suddenly became excited, scaring Jason so much that he almost couldn't hold the phone steady.
He hung up the phone, turned around, and looked at the young woman in the black Iron Dome Security Agency uniform sitting on the sofa in the living room. He forced a smile: "Miss Harper, Ethan said he would be back after delivering this express delivery. You see..."
"It's okay. I can wait for him."
Next to Miss Harper was a black suitcase with two electronic locks.
Jason took a closer look at the suitcase, wondering if there was a lie detector or a portable torture device in it...
"It's getting late. Will the lights in the living room affect your rest?" Miss Harper glanced at him.
"No, no, no... It's okay..."
"Really? That's good."
Although the words she said were considerate, her expression was so cold that Jason didn't dare to object.
He quickly returned to his bedroom and carefully closed the door, leaning against it and praying for Ethan for three seconds.
A-choo -
Ethan, who was racing on the cross-sea bridge, sneezed and squeezed the accelerator to death.
The rearview mirror of the motorcycle was covered with a layer of water droplets, but he could still vaguely see a blue and white motorcycle chasing him closely behind.
The distance between them was about 20 meters and was still getting shorter and shorter.
The opponent's high beam shone on his buttocks and also illuminated his rearview mirror.
Then, the opponent's headlights began to switch between high and low beams.
"What the hell." Ethan was a little annoyed. He wanted to get rid of the guy behind him but couldn't increase the speed anymore.
Although this silver-gray motorcycle was modified with the second-generation product that was eliminated, its performance was comparable to the third-generation products commonly seen on the market. In addition, Ethan was skilled and bold, so he had never encountered an opponent that he couldn't get rid of.
But tonight, it seemed that he had met a master...
The blue and white motorcycle behind him could not only keep up with his top speed but also steadily narrowed the gap between them, and constantly "played" with him with high and low beams.
About 20 seconds later, the man caught up and drove side by side with him.
Ethan couldn't help but glance sideways at this opponent who made him admit defeat.
It wouldn't matter if he didn't glance, but this glance startled him suddenly.
The rearview mirror was blurred by water droplets, and he actually realized now that the person chasing him was a field specialist affiliated with the Iron Dome Security Agency.
The rider on the blue and white motorcycle next door was not wearing a motorcycle helmet but a visor of a police integrated exoskeleton armor.
With a "hiss," the opponent's visor opened to both sides, revealing a fair face with delicate eyebrows and eyes of a girl.
The next second, the girl's words in a cold and serious tone penetrated the 180-mile-per-hour wind and reached Ethan's ears.