Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
Art of Reaping Lives
Everything that had happened today seemed to be telling Qing Chen one thing: the outcome of a battle is decided by the "future," never calculate based on "past" information, or it will lead to an irredeemable doom.
While Kunlun was after five criminals and Qing Chen had only seen five on the bus, the person reporting over the walkie-talkie now was announcing there were eight.
No wonder the enemy had so easily taken control of two Kunlun members; their team was growing as well.
In this world, there are so many people willing to take risks for money.
Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao had come to have a chat with him. Squatting on a chair, she said with a smile, "Qing Chen, when you return to the Outer World, remember never to trust anyone, as interests can change relationships dramatically. Humans are profiteers and you should never underestimate their greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu use?"
Qing Chen guessed, "A spy?"