John floored the accelerator and didn't slow down.
He pushed the car to speeds far beyond its design, weaving through traffic in the busy urban area, confidently passing the checkpoint. He only breathed a sigh of relief once they were out of Sakura Cross Street's control zone.
Pierre slumped entirely, his arms hung limply.
However, he was still very tense, trying to relieve his mental stress by conversing with John, glancing at the quiet as goods girls in the back, unable to control his volume in the cramped space.
"Are they your mission targets?"
"Just one of them."
"Which one?"
Pierre instinctively asked, turning his head to meet John's gaze, a realization stirring in his heart, and his eyelids twitched immediately.
"Sh*t, the one I ordered? Damn, I've never had good luck since I came to this city..."
He was glad he hadn't touched the sex doll—judging by the decisive manner of this mercenary, he might have knocked the door down and shot him.
