Rib Flower [Ability]

Ando turned his head, took a sip of the depth charge in his hand, and lamented at the other party: "Oh, the cooked duck flew! You don't know what kind of beauty she is, she is really rare!"

"Oh, really?" Sayero raised his eyebrows noncommittally, glanced at the unfinished glass of "Milky Way" on the bar, and lowered his voice expressionlessly, "I'm not interested. I came here to remind you, Don't forget about tomorrow night's deal."

As he said that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, and with the gesture of toasting, he accurately flicked a chip into the opponent's wine glass—the one dug out from the half-orc's neck still had thick turbid blood remaining.

This secret and safe handover method has been maintained in this casino for many years, and it can almost be called an ancient tradition. No one would have imagined that the life-and-death fight in front of the eyes of tens of thousands of people is just to cover up the interstellar arms Under the guise of dealing with drugs.

"It looks like a big deal." Ando took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, and handed another one to Sayero, who was picked away by him with his fingers, silently refusing.

"Why don't you have one, you're going to Longtan and Tiger's Cave tomorrow, and you don't want to have fun tonight?"

"I'm going to send my brother to school tomorrow morning, so I have to go back early." The bloody smell from the fighting ring still remained on his body, the man lowered his eyelids, glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, and looked a little anxious.

"Children are troublesome." Ando sneered, not knowing whether to laugh or laugh: "You are a fucking full-time dad! I have never seen a brother who is so considerate. I think you don't have an 'Adam complex'!"

"Shut up." As if being precisely pierced by a poisonous cone, the man's face suddenly darkened, and a cold and stern look flashed in his smoky gray eyes.

"Uh, well, pretend I didn't say it." Ando shrank his shoulders resentfully, and cursed secretly as he watched the man's back disappearing in the crowd.

"...Death, brother, accusation."

"Hey, little beauty... come to play?"

"roll."

Impartially hitting the face of a guy who was hugging him and kicking him aside, Herlo broke free from the twisted limbs on the dance floor, raised his weak legs, and followed him tightly. The man locked in view walked into the underground parking lot.

The strange lights and sounds faded away behind him.The cool wind hits head on.

He shuddered, but the burning sensation of discomfort did not ease in the slightest.

He was a little excited, his heart was beating hard, but his brain was groggy.

He carefully stepped lightly, and the cat hid among the densely packed flying cars in the parking lot, maintaining a just right distance—stalking Sayero, he was already considered a veteran.

The man stopped in front of a pair of silver "riders", took a cool step with his long legs, and rode on them.With a bang, a cluster of dazzling blue sparks spewed out from the thick power unit of the flying locomotive. The man lowered his body, twisted the accelerator, and rushed to the flight track connected to the parking lot close to the ground like lightning.

Hero smashed the window of a small aircraft beside him, quickly got in, deftly unlocked the activated combination lock, and slipped out before the parking lot alarm sounded.

"Oh ho—!"

The cold wind blowing against the face fanned the flames of excitement, and the car thief couldn't help shouting arrogantly.The pointer of the tachometer surged to the end following his tightened joystick, and the aircraft, like a meteorite flying towards the earth, rushed towards the already distant light spot in front of it.

When he could clearly see the outline of the target in front of him, he suddenly woke up from the pleasure of racing and slowed down to avoid being noticed by the other party.

Recognizing that this direction was leading to their home, Herlo's heart relaxed, and his extremely restless nerves also calmed down a bit.

Crossing the unsupervised outskirts of the city and driving into the particle optics protective wall covering the city, the surroundings began to change into a completely different scene.

Not wanting to attract the attention of the police, he slowed down a bit, followed the light in front of him far away, and shuttled cautiously among the huge tall buildings belonging to the rich, high-ranking officials and nobles that shot straight into the sky, as if General caution among electronic graticules stalking the cyber void.

Seen from above, his home looks like a small nest, and he is a lone crow flying in this vast and boundless steel forest, with his soul attached to a thin branch.

On the harbor in the distance, the holographic sign of the most prosperous free trade city in the world is shining in the night sky.A virtual never-ending sun is always high above the sea, illuminating the intricate and dangerous narrow streets like a chessboard and the criss-crossing flight tracks like a spider web.

And under the towering buildings, millions of refugees who have nowhere to stay are in the shadows under the impenetrable foundation, like a group of dormant and hungry beasts.

If you fall from a height——

Sayero once warned him that criminals often target lonely nightcrawlers at high altitudes at night, an act they call "scavenging."The whereabouts of most of the "scavenger" people are unknown. They may have fallen to their deaths, or they may have been turned into organs one by one, tossed between those underground clinics and the black market.

Helo couldn't help but look down at the dark bottom of the city, feeling dizzy.He had never felt this way, even in outer space.

He turned on the propeller, landed slowly towards the area where he lived, stopped above the reservoir of the building where they lived, and arrived at their home almost at the same time as Sayero.

It's just that Sayero entered through the door of the house, and he slid out of a window on the same floor along the pipes on the outer wall of the building.He easily dismantled the security device attached to the thermostat, and he got in.

He jumped into a room furnished like a space capsule.The house has been around for some time, and under the peeling wall paint, the steel bars used for casting houses in the last century are exposed. A narrow capsule-shaped single bed is placed in the center, and a centrifugal force exercise machine is hung on the wall.There is a spherical computer terminal on the table next to the bed, in addition to drinking a space cup that must be filled with black coffee, and a box of electronic cigarettes imported from Japan is placed next to it.

The facilities are streamlined and orderly, and there is a sense of cold restraint everywhere. Anyone who looks at it will think that the owner who lives here is a soldier who is strict with himself, or a killer who must always be vigilant.

A frigid look.Ando's adjectives popped up in Herlo's mind again.

The room was the same as it was before he left.

Helo stared blankly at the single bed for a few seconds.

There was a wrinkled handprint on the pillow, and the center was dented, as if someone had been lying on it not long ago and grabbed the pillow hard.

No doubt...he did it himself.

A strange question suddenly climbed up his nerve endings like a vine.

What would happen if he went to meet himself?

It is certain that it will have an unpredictable impact on his future, and he dare not take this risk.

Helo wiped the sweat from his brow.A series of footsteps came from far to near, towards the door.

He nimbly retracted into the bathroom of the room, and gently closed the door.

The mirrors in the house are all smart, connected to surveillance cameras.He raised his finger and slid it on the mirror, and the mirror clearly showed the scene in the room.

He saw Sayero go to the closet and take off the blood-stained coat, and wipe the sweat off his body with a towel.The faint blue lizard tattoo on his beautiful and muscular back shimmered in the dim light, as if it was crawling up to his ankles and crawling up...

Herlo couldn't help tensing her legs.

The heat that seemed to have disappeared just now came back aggressively again.

He subconsciously pressed against the cold wall behind him, and saw the ugly state of his lower body from the reflection.

Just looking at it like this, he has already reacted.

Must be the booze in the casino...

He opened the zipper on his back so that his skin touched the cold wall, took a deep breath, and prayed that Sayaro would not come into the bathroom at this moment.

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