There were no security cameras here, and Yellow had had no contact with them. He had worn gloves when he threw the bodies off the bridge.
Using the custom high-end scissors that came as a free gift with the car, he completely destroyed the brakes of all six bicycles and smashed them heavily against the bridge railing, leaving them twisted and crumpled. Regardless of whether Saffron City's public security was good or bad, any official investigation would naturally focus on the vehicles first.
A gang of elderly drag racers would look much more familiar to the locals than some newcomer kid from out of town—after all, which trainer comes to a city just to commit murder?
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