Bruce straddled the wild “beast” motorcycle, which resembled a black panther, with Thirteen—the plump Labrador—hanging from his chest. At that moment, Thirteen was wearing a cartoon Thor helmet, all four paws pointing skyward, his tongue flapping wildly in the wind.
“I'll take you to meet the little she-wolf.” Bruce's lips curled slightly as he gently stroked the dog's chin. Beside the motorcycle, a heavy sniper rifle was mounted on a bracket, reflecting a dull metallic sheen.
“Woof?” Thirteen was about to bark—
Roar!
Amid the roar of the engine, the motorcycle transformed into a black shadow, plunging into the evening rush-hour traffic, weaving left and right with agile movements. The rider and machine became one, soaring low like a hawk, drawing gasps from passersby.
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