[Eden City - West District Peripheral Storage Corridor]
The sound of Silver Rider 577 drew closer from a distance.
John followed the coordinates from his email to the accident scene, raising the car window halfway there.
It wasn't raining, but it was incredibly damp.
He didn't mind.
Old prosthetic bodies, worn down over time, could be affected, potentially triggering complications, which explained the unusually irritable homeless people on the street.
[Mission Objective Updated]
[Proceed to the accident scene. (Not Achieved)]
From afar, he could see the yellow caution tape.
Jingke Heavy Industry's security department had promptly sent someone to find the missing vehicle, located down the riverside slope ahead.
The police had been there.
They perfunctorily put up the caution tape without using any body bags; the company insisted on inspecting the site themselves.
Three transport vehicles were lying across the slope below.
