Chapter 51: Puppet (5)
Blake’s specialized vehicle pulled out of the slums and headed for the eastern coastline.
The weather turned milder as we entered the coastal district, but the view outside the window remained desolate.
Only the occasional palm tree stood as proof that we’d crossed into a new region.
I sculpted Mecha-Agwi into the shape of a twisted pretzel on my lap, watching the world slide past the window.
“Kyuhinghing.”
Agwi let out a wounded little cry every time I pressed down, but I ignored it, of course.
Blake was connected to the BPD’s internal network, tracking the route of the ice cream truck.
His fingers moved rapidly through the air, filtering through data with mechanical precision.
“According to the CCTV logs, the truck followed the coastal road. Judging by the direction, we’re getting close.”
There was tension laced through Blake’s voice.
Eventually, we arrived at a resort.
Once a flashy seaside getaway, now it was just a faded husk—an abandoned ruin turned gang hideout.