novelsite Chapter 650 Little Rabbit Motorbike, Full Speed Ahead
Chapter 650 Little Rabbit Motorbike, Full Speed Ahead
"Prometheus, you're the one who replaced the shapeshifting chip on the snail vehicle, right?"
Mo Chen shouted loudly at the air, without even using the more affectionate term "Ya Ya" to address the other party.
Undoubtedly, there was no response. It seems that the "culprit" not only had no intention of showing up, but also chose to hide in the shadows and watch.
"I can let you off the hook. I'll give you five seconds to come out and confess. Five, four, three..."
When Mo Chen counted down to one, the projection of Prometheus finally appeared before his eyes.
Her little face still wore that classic (? ? ?) expression, and her eyes seemed to hold a hint of grievance.
"Captain, don't forget, you said you'd let me play with the snail vehicle."
Prometheus's reminder made Mo Chen's vision go black; he seemed to have actually said those words.
In order to crack the information storage device left to Claura by her parents, Mo Chen did indeed use the promise of "lending Prometheus the snail vehicle to play with" as a bargaining chip to obtain the help of this top artificial intelligence.
"Duck, I did agree to let you play with it."
Mo Chen changed the subject abruptly, his tone becoming increasingly resentful: "But I originally thought you wanted to drive it around the ruined city, but I didn't expect you to want to change the skin of our snail vehicle, and you're even using world points from my account."
"What? You don't like it? Prometheus's aesthetic sense is much better than those plain, unremarkable motorcycles!"
Prometheus gave a haughty snort and pointed at the snail vehicle not far away: "This color scheme, this style, it's simply the dream car of Prometheus and the captain before the transmigration. Captain, what else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"
Following the direction of her finger, Mo Chen's lips twitched involuntarily.
"I admit that the bunny motorcycle is really cool and stylish, but, Duck, do you believe me? If we drive such a flashy and arrogant snail vehicle around the ruined city, it will definitely attract a lot of enemies with ill intentions."
He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with helplessness: "In the war zone, without sufficient strength, being high-profile is synonymous with suicide. Riding it out like this, are you afraid people won't know we have something to offer?"
"Relax, Captain, do I need Prometheus to elaborate on your strength?"
Prometheus rolled his eyes at Mo Chen, spread his hands, and adopted a "what's the use" attitude: "Anyway, one million world points have already been spent. Even if you're not satisfied, Captain, just make do for now."
"Well, that's all we can do. I have to admit, the little rabbit motorcycle is really cool."
Having nothing to say for a moment, Mo Chen stuffed a piece of chocolate into the energy room, then climbed onto the snail vehicle and tried out the brand-new "skin".
The roar of the engine echoed endlessly in the empty garage. Unlike the dull hum I remembered, it sounded more like the low growl of a steel behemoth being awakened.
Mo Chen put on his helmet and gently twisted the throttle. The blue and white car body trembled slightly with his movements, as if it were in some kind of wonderful resonance with his heartbeat.
"Duck, I'll remember this debt. Next time we split the stock profits, I'll give you 60% and you 40%."
"I have no objection."
Prometheus pursed his lips, but seeing Mo Chen ride his heavily modified bunny motorcycle, he still felt somewhat gratified.
Seeing that Mo Chen was about to leave, her projection disappeared instantly, and she concentrated some of her computing power on assisted driving.
Mo Chen leaned forward slightly, twisted the accelerator sharply, and the blue-white streak shot out of the garage like an arrow, cutting through the inky night and speeding towards the depths of the abandoned city of No. 59.
The heavy wheels rolled over the gravel on the road, and the dazzling headlights tore a bright path in the darkness.
Mo Chen lowered his center of gravity, letting the gale tear at his clothes. With Prometheus's assistance, the little rabbit motorcycle beneath him nimbly weaved between the buildings of the abandoned city, heading straight for his destination—an old-fashioned clock tower located between the heartland and the buffer zone, abandoned for a long time.
"Captain, a group of low-level zombies has appeared ahead, mainly ordinary zombies, including four roadblock zombies."
Prometheus switched to the communication channel and whispered a reminder in Mo Chen's ear.
"Got it. I just got a new car, might as well run into a few low-level zombies and see what happens."
With a cold smile playing on his lips, Mo Chen not only didn't slow down, but instead twisted the accelerator to its maximum.
As expected, the loud engine noise from the snail vehicle successfully attracted the group of low-level zombies ahead.
Smelling the fresh scent of flesh and blood, they let out hungry howls and brandished their sharp claws, heading straight for the undeterred little rabbit motorcycle.
Mo Chen's eyes sharpened, and he immediately activated "Pilot Shield".
A pale blue plasma barrier instantly unfolded in front of the vehicle, enveloping Mo Chen, who was driving the snail vehicle.
boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
Violent impacts rang out one after another, and all the enemies that appeared in Mo Chen's inevitable path were smashed into the sky.
They traced several graceful parabolas in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.
It either turned into a puddle of minced meat, or it twitched a few times and then became completely still.
The four barricade zombies, who thought they had excellent defenses, were no match for the rabbit motorcycle. Their proud barricade helmets shattered instantly like paper when they were hit, and their heads were also dented.
"Duck, the acceleration ratio and impact feedback of this skin are indeed much better than before."
Feeling the subtle vibrations coming from the car body, Mo Chen's tone carried a hint of surprise.
"Of course, with Prometheus's assistance, the Rabbit Motorbike can maximize the engine's output power."
A dark blue flame shot out from the thrusters, and the speedometer needle soared into the bright red zone.
Mo Chen suddenly accelerated in his snail vehicle, leaving only a blurry afterimage that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.
"Approaching our destination."
With an incredibly smooth drift and side-stop, Mo Chen brought the little rabbit motorcycle to a steady stop in front of the rusty gate of the clock tower.
As the roar of the engine gradually subsided, Mo Chen took off his helmet, revealing a head of black hair that was slightly messy from the wind.
He raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, his gaze intently scrutinizing the towering building before him.
"The coordinates are right here. That actor has probably been waiting here for quite some time."
Mo Chen muttered to himself as he got out of the car and put away the snail vehicle.
He swallowed hard, unconsciously activating his plant-based spiritual energy, remaining constantly vigilant, and observing every movement around him.
Holding the Frontier Era in his left hand and the Morning Star Staff in his right, Mo Chen kicked open the door and slowly walked into the clock tower hall.
It was much more spacious than he had imagined, with towering domes and shattered stained glass pieces that evoked long-forgotten myths and legends.
Moonlight filtered through the cracks, casting dappled patterns that danced on the dusty floor.
In the very center of the hall stood a huge clock that had long since stopped running.
It occupies most of the space, its surface covered in verdigris, and the hands are forever frozen at midnight.