The Speaking Pork Trotter

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.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

Yang Xuyang was already there with two detectives and more than thirty special agents.


The PCA Federation Central Intelligence Bureau itself is an orthodox power institution, and they have their own special action sequences. Whenever there might be a violent conflict, the detectives will call in the special agents.


"How weird!" Yang Xuyang sat in the car.


He was looking at the dossier on his tablet over and over again, at the behavior trajectory of that suspect.


As the newly appointed inspector said, the suspect did indeed look up slightly to the upper right at the next intersection nine times out of ten.


The action was so subtle that so many of them had watched the surveillance footage and all had missed it.


But the action was also very clear, because after Qing Chen pointed it out, everyone put ten pieces of surveillance footage together for comparison, and indeed they were able to detect the pattern.


374, The first day of ruling over the third floor of Intelligence Department One