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

After Chilton had finished teaching them how to use the guns, the seven returned to the cabin.


"Why do we have to give these bumpkins the guns? And why did you give mine to that filthy kid instead of Sela's? How am I supposed to use it after he's done?" Yesenia complained.


Chilton glanced at her, thinking to himself that it was precisely to guard against the moment you decide to betray us with a gun on you.


Still, he explained, "Didn't you see I gave them my gun as well? This is to have them hold guns and draw fire when we exchange shots with Capri. In the midst of the chaos, I'll shout to open fire, then everyone should first find a place to hide. Let those two draw the first round of shooting, and then we'll open fire. I'm going to break open the wooden crate in the cargo hold later; there's an automatic rifle hidden there, which is the real weapon we've been saving to take down Capri."


410, The treasure under the sea, the gunshot on the ship_3