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

No, Qing Chen looked around and suddenly asked in the communication channel in front of Pu Changhao, "Is there anything abnormal at the sniper point?"


However, the detective who was supposed to be at sniper point A4 did not respond.


The next second Qing Chen suddenly pulled Pu Changhao to the left, diving out of the way. At their original location, a sniper bullet swiftly passed by, creating a small pit in the concrete road surface.


Qing Chen frowned and looked at Pu Changhao, "Aren't you guys suppose to be allies with the Jindai damn it, this 12.7-caliber sniper rifle clearly wants to kill both you and me!"


Pu Changhao's face was like iron, he said nothing.


"Have you leaked inside information that let the Jindai Consortium know about today's deal with Jindai Yasuhara? Otherwise, how could there be this kind of retaliatory shooting," Qing Chen asked coldly, "Speak up!"


395, A Good Play_3