The city is broken.

Countless black buildings burst through the ground and grew wildly towards the night sky.

Strange neon dotted their bodies, outlining their towering figures, twisting their massive bodies like raging giants, waiting for the woman, leaping into the darkness and crushing to their rough torsos.

The woman stood steadily by the broken window, the black robe and turban clinging to her body, she took a deep breath - exhaled, neatly untied the robe and turban, the moment the special clothing lost its restraints, split in two from behind the woman, and with the strong air current, flew into the air, and disappeared in the vast night.

Dressed in a black tights, soft curves, looming, she put on her goggles, letting the chaotic air flow tear her body from behind, "set up", and the communication device in her ear reported the status of the flight equipment.

She wanted to look back again.

"We disperse and evacuate", a low, hoarse voice, "meet at a safe point." ”

Like a reminder, she was clear: "Yes." ”

-

"Sister," she said, "is simply suicidal to fly between towering buildings." ”

"Well, I know," Lori replied, "but, if we don't master this skill, we're worth a lot less and ......"

"It's going to be abandoned," she was a little impatient, "as the cliché goes, I think we can just do well even if we leave this organization." ”

"Do you really think this is a world of freedom of belief?" Lori put on her goggles again, "I never believed that it was a religion, it was just a fanaticism with no way out, and we, if we don't want to be burned by this fanaticism and become insignificant cannon fodder, we must ......"

"Master more skills", she shrugged, "I really can't see that you are just a child, you are so old-fashioned, it is terrible", she put on an innocent and pitiful look of the little girl.

"Don't think of that turbulence as an obstacle to dodge and overcome", Lori said with a serious expression, "Try to see them as an opportunity to help you speed up or maneuver", and as soon as she finished speaking, Lori jumped out of the roof.

Dexterous swallows, freely shuttling between towering buildings.

"It's like dancing," she said to herself, "that's it, I'll practice more, and even if I can't dance, at least I'll have to land safely." ”

-

She took off her veil and clutched it in her right hand.

"My name is Rossa, goodbye. "Cold lips, a warm curvature at the corners of the mouth.

Near the restaurant's entrance, waiters puppet-like marionettes use unconscious customers as shields, fearless of death, fighting with the guards.

The hustle and bustle, the chaos, no one, cared about her self-introduction, or, goodbye.

She stretched out her right hand, the white veil, swaying with the strong air current, like a burning flame, the hand was released, and the veil followed the air current, and in an instant, it flew out of the tall building, dancing wildly, floating to a high place.

She jumped out.

Dark blue night sky, bright stars.

Gaps in tall buildings, distant horizons.

Broken ground, congested traffic.

Everything, in all its glory, flew before her eyes.

Suddenly, the spotlight hit her, and the helicopter was higher up, tightly locking her.

The black figure, dexterously, shuttles between the tall buildings. The glass curtain wall of the building reflects the elegant traces left behind by her flight. In contrast, the roaring wings of the helicopter seemed so ugly and clumsy.

Zig.

Shake off.

Disappeared from the sight of ignorance.

"Lost purpose. ”

"Track heat source information. ”

"Tracking failed, and she seemed to turn off the maneuvering function of the flight equipment. ”

"Rely on primitive pure aerodynamics?"

"What's that?" the pilot noticed a tiny white object, moving irregularly through the air.

"A rag. Another pilot judged.