The roads that cannot be expanded are spiraled in the sky like tunnels, and the layers of overpasses are connected to the vast sea of clouds.

With the development of science and technology and the leap of civilization, mankind has entered a new era.

The transparent flyover shimmers with a neon-colored glow, and when viewed from below, the cool cars speed overhead, blending with the clouds, which has a unique flavor.

In the Tianchi, the road is like an intertwined net, blocking the dim sunlight.

Even though there is no light, the world is still carefree.

Under the high clouds of the sky, the flowers are thick, the river is especially clear, and the smiles in the world are still the same.

Artificial energy replaces the sun, bright, warm, everything.

The tilt of resources has protected the earth, and what was about to pass away was preserved as a skeen; The soil that should have been developed was abandoned as useless land.

Here, we can see new energy infiltrating into the clothing, food, housing and transportation of modern people, and we can also see the classical tradition sprinkled in the streets and alleys.

The flying car covered with golden streamers shuttles through the blue sky at a higher level, and the intelligent identification system automatically avoids the traveling birds, and all things coexist in harmony.

On the surface of the ground where the speeding car drove by, an old man wearing a small coat, a slipper, and a wooden bench, with a chessboard in his eyes and mountains and rivers in his mouth, smiled, angered, and angry, as if a certain dynasty had completed a change.

In urban and rural towns, alleys and alleys, and on the land connected by laughter and laughter, a girl wearing light makeup, short ear-length hair, and bright eyes and bright teeth, like a pilgrim visiting the gods, pinched the two corners of the envelope with both hands, and reverently threw a letter into the letterbox.

"It's been 2121 years, big sister, the Qing Dynasty has died several times."

When the girl heard the sound, she turned her head to the right, but there was no one, and she looked down again, only to see a boy with a pockmarked face.

The boy leaned against the door of an abandoned house, his unkempt hair bathed in the sunlight that had been divided.

He was turning his head to look at himself.

The girl swayed from side to side a few times, and the boy's eyes swayed a few times in their sockets.

The girl turned her head back and looked squarely at the letterbox, and without hesitation, reached out and pulled out the letter that had just been stuffed into the letterbox.

"Hey, it's really fake, how did you put your hand in such a small opening? Also, I'm not interested in the sentimental and sensual letters you wrote. The boy sighed, his face full of disgust.

The next moment, the sound of begging for mercy resounded throughout the street.

The sound of pain lingered in the girl's ears, and a large bag rose on the boy's head.

Squatting in front of her, holding the boy's left ear with one hand, the girl asked kindly:

"It's a good summary, then I want to ask you, what is my name?"

"If you don't tell me, how do I know." The boy replied with a hideous expression, "Old witch? ”

"You're an old witch." The hand that pinched the ear added some strength, and the girl said in her ear again, "After reading so many of my letters, you just don't want to read the final signature, right?" Remember, my name is Su-Tang. ”

The girl named Su Tang said.

"What's your name in exchange?"

Although Su Tang and the boy in front of her didn't have much intersection, she somehow got it, but she couldn't get tired of this wild child.

She was not a regular visitor to the area, and it was only because there was a post box in the area that she chose to send letters.

The abandoned old house next to the letterbox seems to be the boy's home.

Every time she sent a letter, the boy always had a melancholy face, snuggled up to him like a lazy cat, closed his eyes and rested, letting the pedestrians rush by in front of him, and let the clouds gather and scatter above his head.

Occasionally, when she was sober, the boy would watch her the whole time, and talk to her stiffly as if he were expressing his anger.

Until one point, when she turned back from the incident, she found the boy, like a treasure, reading his own letters.

The privacy was snooped on, the secret was revealed, Su Tang, who should have been angry, when she saw the boy's satisfied expression, the first thing she felt was not anger, but pleasure from the heart.

It turns out that words have such power to revive the depressed and smile the sad.

Out of the desire to maintain this smile, Su Tang, who had no intention of writing again, picked up the pen and paper again.

The boy told Su Tang that he didn't have a name, and people called him Thaksin, maybe because he was standing by the letterbox, but he was definitely not boasting about keeping his promise.

The season is gradually entering the depths of winter, stroking the short hair, Su Tang left a woolen coat, and turned away.

The boy took the scented coat and placed it in front of his nose, blushing his cheeks.

The black contact lenses fell off, and the green eyes of the poisonous snake lit up, and the kind eyes gradually became resolute.

Equipped with a silencing device for the pistol, on the roof of the twenty-third floor, Su Tang, who was hiding in the shadows, used his left hand as a shelf, aimed at the opposite building, and was singing and dancing to organize the rebels.

The green eyes locked onto the target of the trip, and the silvery-white bullet pierced through the thick glass, accurately hitting the target's temple.

Mission accomplished.

Withdrawing the trace, Su Tang jumped down the sewer pipe on the side, cleanly, except for the hole in the human brain and glass, leaving nothing.

Jumping from the top of the 23-story abandoned building, bending her arms and knees, using her strength to dissipate her strength, she avoided the surveillance, like a gecko, she effortlessly landed in a narrow alley.

With every landing, the muscle arc looms above the skin, and this kind of escape has become her commonplace.

Pressing the "camouflage" button on the pistol, the pistol turned into a bracelet, put on the bracelet, unwrapped the head rope of the single ponytail, re-draped the hair, took off the tight-fitting corset, and changed back to the original dance costume.

For Su Tang, perhaps as a simple talent, she was disguised, she was a little difficult and difficult, and after several turns, she finally grew up in an underground organization that never saw the light of day.

In the same way, she was undoubtedly trained to be a killer underground.

Underground, she is a dancer for fun, and on the ground, she is a hunter commanded to kill.

When the two are confused, she is still a simple girl, with her own love, her own pursuits, and her own desires.

On the way back, he encountered a record store along the street, and Su Tang, who was interested in music and dance, naturally did not let go.

But as a result, before Su Tang pushed open the door of the record store, a new instruction came from the communicator in his hand that was specially used to accept tasks.

A man who has stolen the secret object of the organization, the GS reagent, is running away from you, and there is a positioning function on the GS reagent bottle, so follow the moving cursor on the communicator to track it back, and in addition, the target is strong, be sure to kill it from a distance, and then recover it.

Despite her attachment, she immediately turned around and tracked her towards where the cursor had moved.

The place where the cursor stays is the abandoned ancient mansion next to the letterbox.

At this moment, the letter was gone, and the rotten wood gate of the ancient house was pushed open, revealing the dead trees and old houses in its inner courtyard, the rotten ponds and stone statues, the gravel road and the ruined flowers.

The pungent rancid smell came out, pinching his nose, Su Tang carefully followed in.

But the first thing that caught her eye was a skinny monkey with hungry skin and bones.

The skinny monkey was chained to the neck by a doorpost, its fur had been worn off, its eye sockets were sunken, and the corpses of rats and cockroaches were displayed beside it.

Seeing this, it is not difficult for Su Tang to deduce that when the head of the family left, he should have forgotten to untie the chains, and in the process of breaking free, its neck was worn out, its hair was worn off, and in order to live, it ate mice and insects.

The skinny monkey's eyes were bloody, and his fangs were sharp like a wolf.

Su Tang couldn't understand how a monkey's teeth were sharpened so sharply, and she didn't dare to imagine what kind of psychological choice this monkey made at the moment of accepting meat.

Pinching his nose, Su Tang leaned forward and tried to untie the shackles that bound it.

Unexpectedly, just as Su Tang was about to approach, the monkey suddenly pounced on him.

"Oops, where the monkey is, not the limit distance of the chain."

Su Tang wanted to dodge, but unexpectedly, the thin monkey was extremely fast, making two feet together, and in a blink of an eye, he had already pounced on himself.

Knowing that she couldn't avoid it, she could only reach out to block it, and fear made her close her eyes.

She felt the touch of the monkey crawling on her, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

When she opened her eyes in fear, she found that the fierce monkey was stepping on her shoulder, grasping her right arm with one hand, and gnawing at the bracelet on her wrist with its sharp teeth.

Could it be that this thin monkey mistook the bracelet on his hand for an object similar to the chain that tied him?

Because I know the pain of being imprisoned, I don't want others to suffer from it, so I will overcome my strong hunger and choose to save "me" who is also "bound"?

Su Tang was surprised, she untied the bracelet, and watched the monkey trample the bracelet under her feet, oh oh screaming, she was slightly happy.

Suddenly, a purple gold flying knife flew out from the side, pierced through the monkey's head, and carried its corpse, piercing into the bracelet together.

The joy on his face disappeared in an instant, but Su Tang was not too shocked.

Hiding the disturbing anger under reason, and putting the cautious killing intent above reason, is the criterion that Su Tang has long understood.

How much strength does it take to do this kind of thing, how can your pistol be made of alloy, how can it be pierced so easily, is this the strength that a person can have.

Thinking like this, Su Tang clenched his hands into fists and made a fighting move.

Not everyone can act as a killer underground, and Su Tang was also selected as a training target because he had strength beyond the reach of mortals.

"That bracelet, it's a gun, I know."

The bloated man walked out of the dark shadow, with a beard and one eye, Su Tang couldn't help but gasp.

didn't run away, this is the fugitive that the superiors want to solve by themselves, Shi Wudao.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're an 'angel' person." Shi Wudao's forehead burst with green tendons, "Then you should know, how blind I am in this eye." ”

Finally glancing at the cursor on the communicator, Su Tang didn't answer, her calf muscles bulged, and immediately, she attacked the side where Shi Wudao's eyesight was lacking.

Something like a tattoo appeared on Shi Wudao's arms, and then, the tattoo was shining, and at the same time, the branches and leaves of the dead trees moved, the green leaves turned into blades, the wooden vines turned into whips, and the branches turned into spears, and all living beings seemed to be given life, all following the man's instructions, and attacked towards Su Tang.

What the hell is this?

Su Tang was puzzled, and it wasn't until the green leaves of the blade crossed her face that she felt a little panicked when the blood was overflowing.

Why, can he control the plants here?

If she had any doubts, she turned her eyes behind her, and sure enough, the purple gold flying knife was made of countless dead leaves.

Mu Teng moved to the ground, chased after Su Tang, who was approaching Shi Wudao, and grabbed her ankle and threw her aside.

Su Tang is not an idle person, she knows that she can't fight hard, she has no intention of forcibly taking it from the beginning, and the sightmark she looked at at the last time made her roughly judge where the GS reagent was, and just now, when she was rubbing shoulders, she had snatched the bottle of reagent from Shi Wudao.

Moving to retrieve the firearm and turn the bracelet back into a gun, she shook the only three-quarters of the GS reagent with one hand, and raised the pistol towards Shi Wudao with the other.

"I don't know what trick you're playing, but it's over."

According to the previous order, the task was completed by obtaining the reagents, but she didn't want to finish it at the moment, she wanted to ask the reason, she wanted to get justice for the monkey.

No matter how weak a life is, it cannot be trampled on at will.

Su Tang smiled confidently, but Shi Wudao was not kneeling and begging for mercy as she imagined, on the contrary, he was not afraid, which couldn't help but make Su Tang subconsciously take precautions.

Shi Wudao sighed, Su Tang only felt a sharp pain spreading to her hand, and in a blink of an eye, she realized that the arm she was holding the reagent was cut off by a branch that appeared out of nowhere behind her!

The intense pain traveled from part to whole, and before Su Tang could notice it, her other arm also fell suddenly, and was pulled into a pulp by the flexible branches like ghost claws.

The terrible sound resounded throughout the abandoned house.

Su Tang knelt on the ground, on the floor bricks on the side, his broken hands stood on it, and the reagent in his hand reflected the sparse sunlight.

Shi Wudao approached the broken arm, wanting to recover the reagent, but when he saw Su Tang, he stopped again, and with one foot across her neck, he kicked her several meters away.

Shi Wudao did not forget to mock.

"It's always a little woman, and she likes to scream when she gets hurt."

The clothes were torn apart in the friction, revealing a smooth and white back, but what was terrifying was that Su Tang's back was depicted with a hideous face as ugly as a ghost crying.

Seeing this, Shi Wudao couldn't help but feel a trace of disgust and horror in his heart.

How could a woman with flowers and branches carve such a thing.

But what he didn't know was that the tattoo on his back was Su Tang's innate thing, and this thing was also the origin of Su Tang's nightmarish childhood.

Losing his arms and losing his balance, Su Tang got up with his leg muscles, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at the man in front of him.

"It's been 2100 years, and there are still people who like to measure people by gender, I haven't admitted defeat yet, isn't it just two arms, so what's wrong with you."

With a shake of his head, the black contact lenses fell again, revealing the green pupils within.

Looking at each other, Shi Wudao couldn't help but be surprised.

If you look closely, those eyes are also imprinted with something like a tattoo.

The calf muscles bulged, like an arrow off the string, and the black hair on her forehead was attached to her eyes, she bowed her body and attacked straight towards Shi Wudao.

The branches of the surrounding trees rustled again, and countless ancient vines burst out from the old house, like a monstrous tsunami, swept in.

In the end, Su Tang had no intention of attacking, she just bent down and swept her legs when she was about to fight, and kicked her broken arm to the door.

The "tattoo" in the green pupils flickered with a faint light, and Shi Wudao's movements were slowed down several times in her eyes.

The reagent and the broken arm slid to the door again, and seeing that he had succeeded, Su Tang grinded his teeth, wanting to escape with his reagent in his mouth.

The dead vines, like the pale yellow snake head, pierced through Su Tang's chest again when he turned to leave.