Hacked - Sprinter

His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered on instinct.

“Who is this?”

Kael didn’t remember hitting any buttons. His 2019 Mercedes Sprinter, a rust-bucket work van he’d bought off a disgraced caterer, had never had a digital dash. Now it glowed like a command center. hacked sprinter

The display on the dash flickered—once, twice—then resolved into a single line of green text: “Welcome, Guest. Speed limit: 255 km/h. Odometer: 0 km.” His phone buzzed

Click. The doors sealed. The engine hummed without the key in the ignition. hacked sprinter

“Then the van drives itself to the police, plays a recorded confession about the three bodies you supposedly helped move last month, and you spend the next twenty years explaining a crime you never knew existed.”