The blinding white halogen beams of the tactical spotlights swept across the towering concrete facades of the Neo-Jakarta business district, cutting through the heavy midnight mist. At the center of a major commercial intersection, the atmosphere felt incredibly stagnant, choked by the low, industrial hum of hundreds of idling military vehicles. Colossal LED displays, which usually flashed bright corporate advertisements, now broadcast a single, high-definition digital image of Delon's face. The bold, crimson lettering scrolling beneath his portrait labeled him the city's number one fugitive, a cold-blooded killer operating with extreme neurological anomalies. The cold glare from these massive screens reflected sharply off the puddles of acid rain gathering along the black asphalt below.
