Rainy Night Pursuit
[TN:three chapter sorry for the late chapter been busy]
[Name: High-Performance Combat Motorcycle Type-2 — "Explosive Roar Rider"]
[Description: A revolutionary combat motorcycle redesigned based on field data from Type-1. Unlike the modular approach of its predecessor, Type-2 is a fully in-house manufactured war machine.]
[Redefines the motorcycle class with a unique explosive propulsion system.]
[Max instant speed: 550 km/h | Max vertical jump height: 3.6 meters]
[Tires generate powerful static charge; paired with turbofan to enable short-term wall-riding.]
[Developer: Adrian Toomes]
[Developer's Note: This vehicle isn't something a normal human can handle. Honestly, I think it could go even faster—but I really can't imagine what kind of maniac would take this thing into combat.]
[Still, as far as "flight" capabilities go—something normal bikes utterly lack—I'm very satisfied.]
BOOM!
Each burst of the explosive propulsion system sounded like a grenade going off. At that speed, wind and rain slashed across V's helmet like blades—
V's eyes locked onto one man standing atop a car. In a flash, the 700-meter gap vanished. By the time the man noticed the danger, it was too late!
A flash of silver. The body fell.
THUD!
The rear wheel of the bike slammed into the Mackinaw's frame—but at that very moment, the explosive thruster flared again!
BOOM!
The blast lit up people's faces. In their eyes, the bike tapped the Mackinaw's roof like a dragonfly skimming water.
Still upright, the high-speed bike soared once more.
Like a proud knight, her steed raised its head, seeking the next target.
The explosion's glow became the center of the battlefield. Someone couldn't help but cry out:
"The bike flew!"
The bike launched off the Mackinaw's roof and streaked toward the building wall—
THUMP!
Its tires smashed into the vertical surface. After two jumps and landings, all speed had dropped to zero. The bike paused on the wall—just for a second.
But that second gave V the perfect high ground—a sniper's perch.
She twisted around, raised her pistol, and fired. A burst of bullets aimed at a medium-built man—he wasn't fast, liked hiding behind cover and flanking from behind.
V's shots weren't hard to dodge for two reasons:
One, her shooting window was only a second. It was a reverse-angle shot. She didn't have a targeting implant.
Two, it was a feint.
The bullets forced him to move. In that same second, the propulsion system began recharging—nozzle flickering with energy—
BOOM!
The man focused entirely on dodging the bullets. He had no experience dealing with such high-mobility weapons!
The bike slammed down as he moved. Sandevistan kicked in—he barely evaded the impact, but stringing together dodges like that wasn't easy.
Before he could raise his gun, he saw what made the bike fly:
A high-speed turbofan, with a small exhaust port underneath.
Inside was Ethanol-2, ignited within a thick high-pressure chamber. The explosion produced high-temp gas that blasted out—
Why could he see all this?
Because his face was right in front of the exhaust port.
The searing light first fried his cybernetic eyes—photosensors shattered instantly.
His skin vaporized under the heat. The explosion's shockwave slammed into his head—
And then, darkness.
BOOM!
The bike landed, spinning with the blast—and so did the merc.
His face had been reshaped by fire. Red-hot artificial skin, subdermal armor, and facial implants melted into a single gory mass.
His skull slammed into the ground. Red and white fluid mixed with rainwater and streamed across the pavement.
CLACK!
In a few crisp sparks, 6th Street got the high beams working again. The rain-lit street gleamed with shattered glass and twisted metal.
In Sandevistan time, V saw two silhouettes in the wreckage. Their movement and attacks were masked by the storm—one threw punches, the other wielded a blade—both came from behind!
V leaned low on her bike and slammed the detonation trigger!
BOOM!
The explosive thrust kicked in. The whole bike spun with the force and retreated a step.
Using the momentum, V's powerful legs launched her at the perfect instant—so fast it stunned both attackers—
Their blows missed entirely!
V and the bike split in midair—the bike hurtling toward the brawler. He instinctively wound up to punch it, but remembered the earlier scene with his friend and bailed—
And in that split-second of hesitation, he saw his partner's blade shattered.
Two mantis blades had been buried deep in his partner's chest. To offset inertia, V had twisted them sideways on impact, turning the wounds into gaping, ragged holes.
The blades lodged in the chest, and V used them like grappling hooks—suplexed the man midair, his body drawing an arc in the rain—
Then, her bloodstained gaze locked on the final merc.
Those blades sliced through the rain like death incarnate.
The man forgot about the bike behind him.
BOOM!
The previously dodged bike exploded again—this time in the air—shoving him forward, straight into the blades.
SPLURT!
With Sandevistan active, blood and fluid systems pushed to their limits, the blade pierced his chest—and his body erupted like a fountain, dying the downpour crimson.
The rain hissed. The flames extinguished instantly.
Two more dropped. The bike rolled to a stop at V's feet, engine still humming like a beast waiting for orders.
Rain rinsed the mantis blades clean. V wiped the remaining synthetic debris off the edge with a flick.
All targets: neutralized.
[Sandevistan Power Calibration Updated. New pseudo-time-stop limit: 27%]
[This is an experimental adjustment. If you experience any issues, please contact project personnel.]
Unlike previous upgrades, V's implants were offline post-EMP. The notification floated mechanically across her vision.
No one spoke. But V was already mounting the bike again.
Due to the chaos, one vehicle had slipped the net. A few more enemies had gone undetected before the EMP.
They'd all be heading for Woodhaven Street.
A 6th Street officer quickly pointed in the direction the vehicle had fled:
"One of 'em got away!"
V nodded. "I know."
Just as she spoke, an explosion rang out from that direction. Metal groaned, grinding through the rain—
VROOOOM—
With a snarl, V twisted the throttle and vanished down the street in a blink.
A bolt of lightning cracked overhead, illuminating her silhouette as she left.
BOOM!
Thunder clapped over the explosion. David slumped onto the soaked steps.
He thought—maybe it was just the light—but he swore he saw that badass raise her arms in celebration.
"Damn, I want a bike like that."
Maine dropped beside him, clapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't think too much. Count your blessings."