The ghoul is too easy to recognize.
Cheap, flashy prosthetic body, artificial blood vessels, a body hollowed out by illegal drugs, heavily modified surgery stitches, plus a long list of criminal wanted information scanned away.
He had a gun barrel stuffed in his mouth, immediately raised his hands, red prosthetic eye pulling on the eyebrow-less forehead.
Both scared and surprised.
Pedestrians nearby fled in all directions, slowing their steps at the edge of being killed by stray bullets, raising middle fingers in ridicule, encouraging shooting, and cursing as they moved away...
They didn't really care about an extra corpse in the alley, but blamed John for killing without warning. Bullets don't have eyes, and if they got hit by one, that would be real unlucky bastard.
Some people couldn't escape.
Like the tattoo shop behind the ghoul.
"Damn it, damn bad luck. Get the hell out! If the blood splashes on my shop's door, I swear I'll make you lick it clean!"
