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You let go.

You smile, reattach your leg, and shift into first gear. The hunt is just beginning. And in Neo-Paris, the night is young, the roads are long, and Mercedes Dantés has a full tank of vengeance. mercedes dantés

You toss the leg aside. Then you stand on one titanium stalk, balanced perfectly, and offer him your hand. You let go

Your titanium arm doesn't tire. Your hydraulic joints don't strain. You simply apply pressure until his reinforced glass spiderwebs, then shatters. The wind rips through his cabin. His AI shorts out. His car swerves. And in Neo-Paris, the night is young, the

“Mercedes… please. The Council made me—”

Vasseur’s AI screams warnings. He sees you in his rear-cam, headlights off, just the glowing cherry of your exhaust pipe and the cold fire in your eyes.