Ando turned around, took a sip of the depth charge in his hand, and lamented at the other party: "Alas, the boiled duck flew!" You don't know what kind of beauty it is, it's really a rare thing! ”

"Oh, really?" Saharo raised his eyebrows noncommittally, his eyes swept over the unfinished glass of "Milky Way" on the bar, and his voice was lowered expressionlessly, "I'm not interested." I came here to remind you not to forget to trade tomorrow night. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, and with the gesture of toasting, he flicked a chip into the other's wine glass with precision - the thick turbid blood that had been dug out of the orc's neck was still there.

This kind of secrecy and security of handover has been maintained in this casino for many years, and it has almost become an ancient tradition, and no one can imagine that the open life-and-death struggle under the eyes of tens of thousands of people is just a cover for the interstellar arms and drug trade.

"Looks like a big deal." Ando took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, and handed another one to Sayaro, who picked it open with his fingers and silently refused.

"Why don't you come to one, I'm going to Longtan Tiger's Den tomorrow, and I won't have a pastime tonight?"

"I'm going to take my brother to school tomorrow morning, and I've got to go back early." There was still blood from the fighting ring on his body, and the man lowered his eyelids and glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, looking a little anxious.

"Children are trouble." Ando sneered: "You're a full-time daddy!" I've never seen anyone so considerate, and I said you don't have an 'Adam complex'! ”

"Shut up." As if being accurately pierced in the soft underbelly by a poison cone, the man's face suddenly turned cloudy, and a trace of coldness flashed in his smoky gray eyes.

"Uh, well, when I didn't say it." Ando shrunk his shoulders stupidly, looked at the man's back and cursed secretly.

“…… Death, brother, control. ”

"Hey, little beauty...... Come and have fun? ”

"Get out."

Punching an impartial blow in the face of a guy who was holding him and squirming around, kicking him to the side, Herlo broke free from his twisted limbs on the dance floor, lifted his limp legs, and followed the man he had firmly locked onto the underground parking lot.

The strange sound of lights was far behind him. A cool breeze blows in your face.

He shuddered, but the burning sensation of discomfort around him did not lessen in the slightest.

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

He cautiously slowed his steps, and the cat hid between the dense flying cars in the parking lot, keeping a just right distance - he was already a veteran of tracking Sayero.

The man stopped in front of a pair of silver "gallopers", took a dashing step on his long legs, and rode up. With a bang, a cluster of blinding blue sparks erupted from the flying locomotive's thick power plant, and the man lowered his body, twisted the accelerator, and rushed to the ground with lightning on the connected flight track of the parking lot.

Helo smashed the window of a small flying machine next to him, quickly slipped inside, expertly unlocked the activated combination lock, and slipped out before the parking lot alarm went off.

"Oh ho!"

The cold wind blowing in his face fanned up the flames of excitement, and the car thieves couldn't help but shout arrogantly. The tachometer hand struck to the end with his tightened joystick, and the plane struck like a meteorite flying towards the Earth.

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

Recognizing that this direction was the way to their home, Helo's heart relaxed, and his restless nerves calmed a little.

Beyond the unsupervised outskirts of the city and into the particle-optical wall that looms over the city, the surroundings begin to change into a completely different scene.

Not wanting to attract the attention of the police, he slowed down even more, followed the light in front of him far away, and carefully shuttled through the huge high-rise buildings that reached into the sky, belonging to the rich and nobles, as cautious as the electronic graticule that sneaked through the cyber void.

From above, his home looks like a small nest, and he is a lone crow flying in the vast steel forest, his soul clinging to a thin branch.

In the distance, the holographic sign of the world's most prosperous free trade city lights up in the night sky. A virtual sun that never goes out is always high above the sea, illuminating the board-like intricacies of narrow streets and cobweb-like flight tracks.

And beneath the towering towers that rose from the ground, millions of displaced people with nowhere to go fell into the shadows beneath the impermeable foundations, like dormant, hungry beasts.

If you fall from a great height,

Shayero had warned him that criminals often targeted lone nightcrawlers high in the sky at night, a practice they called "scavenging." Most of the people who were "scavenged" were missing, either falling to their deaths or turning into organs, moving between the underground clinics and the black market.

Helo couldn't help but look down at the bottom of the blackened city, feeling dizzy. Even in outer space, he didn't feel this way.

He turned on the propeller and descended slowly towards the area where he lived, stopping above the reservoir of the building they were living in, arriving at their home at about the same time as Sayero.

However, Sayaro entered through the door of the house, and he slid down the pipe on the outer wall of the building to a window on the same floor. Easily removing the security device attached to the thermostat, he slipped inside.

He jumped into a room furnished like a space capsule. The house was a few years old, peeling wall paint revealing the steel bars used to cast houses from the last century, a narrow capsule-shaped single bed in the center, and a centrifugal force gym hanging from the wall. On the table next to the bed is a spherical computer terminal, in addition to drinking a space mug that must contain black coffee, and next to it is a box of e-cigarettes imported from Japan.

The facilities are lean and orderly, and there is a cold sense of restraint everywhere, and anyone who looks at it will think that the owner who lives here is a strict soldier or a killer who must be constantly on the lookout.

A cold look. Ando's adjectives popped up in Helo's head.

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

Helo stared at the single bed for a few seconds.

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

That's undoubtedly ...... 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 was certain that it would have an unpredictable impact on his future, and he didn't dare to take the risk.

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

He shrank nimbly into the room's bathroom and closed the door gently.

The mirrors in the room are all smart and connected to surveillance cameras. He lifted his finger and slid it over the mirror, and the mirror showed a clear picture of the room.

He saw Sayaro walk to the closet and take off his bloodstained coat and wipe the sweat from his body with a towel. The faint blue lizard tattoos on his pretty, muscular back muscles glittered in the dim light, and seemed to snake their way up to his ankles......

Helo couldn't help but tense his legs.

The heat that seemed to have disappeared just now is coming back in a vigorous way.

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 had already reacted.

It must be liquor in the casino......

He unzipped his back, letting his skin touch the cold wall, took a deep breath, and prayed that Sayaro would not enter the bathroom at this moment.

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