"The situation is really chaotic... I need to get to the scene before my number two machine beats Su Zimai half to death."
The streets somewhere in Tokyo were drenched in heavy rain, with not a soul in sight. Only a black Maybach was incongruously parked along the roadside, braving the storm.
Inside the Maybach, Black Cocoon retracted his legs from the front windshield, sighed, and slowly got up from the seat.
He opened the car door with a restraint belt, and cold rain immediately rushed in, the downpour passed through cables and countless neon signs, battering every inch of the restraint belt wrapped around him.
The rain-soaked Tokyo was damp, cramped, and heavy.
Black Cocoon slowly lifted his head, using the restraint belt to bind the traffic lights above his head, while distributing the restraint belt across his whole body, his slender form sliding through the rain curtain like a swift, accurately landing atop the light box.
