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

Inside the ship, all the genetic warriors looked at the captain.


After contemplating for a few seconds, the captain thought that Qing Chen's proposal was very reasonable, so he nodded slowly: "Before arriving at the A02 base, all firearms will be handed over to Takahashi Toshiki for safekeeping. Anyone who doesn't comply is a Qing's Family spy."


Even though the genetic warriors were reluctant, they all stepped forward to unload their guns.


Immediately afterward, Qing Chen looked at the captain.


Qing Chen frowned: "Captain, do you want to kill me? I will truthfully report this to the political review officers."


The captain hurriedly said: "No, Takahashi, you misunderstood."


As he spoke, he handed over his waist gun too.


Qing Chen gathered all the firearms beside him.


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