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

"Lao Luo, remember one thing, intelligence work should be silent like a moistening rain, not openly parading through the streets," Qing Chen said.


Qing Chen reminisced to himself that Kite Falcons under the Spy Bureau always had their own jobs as cover and would never blatantly announce to the outside world that they were Kite Falcons.


The Parents' Meeting he wanted should also be like this.


Although those family members had joined the organization, they should still gather intelligence for the organization within their own life trajectories.


Moreover, they also needed to keep their 'family' identities hidden, moving from overt to covert.


Only in this way could they invisibly obtain truly useful information.


The Parents' Meeting needed to stay hidden within the Federation, not becoming an organization loathed by many like the Mechanicus.


400, going abroad