He has a family, so he's afraid of dying.
John made the judgment in his heart, lazily straightened his jacket, like a car escort partner, and turned to the driver.
"I need to take care of some business in the Floating Life Capital, you help me pass through the basement's routine check, then park the car in the unloading area. Today, let's pretend we haven't seen each other... Your life goes on as usual, and the world remains peaceful. Is that okay?"
He deliberately slowed down his speech.
The driver took a deep breath and nodded.
[Okay. (Japanese)]
The voice plugin captured the reply.
John nodded and shifted his body, flipping over the seat, curling up in the shadow between the cargo and the cab in the back row.
The vehicle started slowly, with a slight jerk, perhaps because the car's condition was inherently bad, or possibly due to the driver's affected mindset.
John took the opportunity to scan the cargo, avoiding contact with anything dangerous or toxic.
