John settled the final payment and retrieved the Jurassic ZT15.
The armored vehicle carried a hint of freshly cleaned oil sheen, with all armor modules fully restored. The panel work was meticulous; minor scratches and speckled bullet marks had completely vanished.
John drove through the streets of the East District, using Black Light to rescan the system and the radar module to detect signals—no negative software implants, no puppet remnants, and no physical trackers.
Sure enough, you get what you pay for; both the speed and quality were indisputable.
Kaufuglanton's work was relatively clean, perhaps because Raphael had hinted in advance.
"F*ck, paid the Dan Street package too early; this seems way more damn cost-effective and reliable over here..."
John reminisced about his Eisenberg supercar, mentally cursing Bone Shards twice.
He confirmed the vehicle was correct and felt relieved, then recalled the conversation with Raphael, sending a message to Ryan Randall.
