It was another starry night.

The earthy yellow long-gauge train traveled through the city like a fast knife, like an air train shuttling between the voids, the lights pierced the darkness of the night sky, and the swift shadows flashed in the night sky, leaving only the roaring sound of the railroad tracks and the whistling sound of breaking the sky behind.

This is Night City's transportation hub system, and the long-sky track built in mid-air is very sci-fi beautiful, and this kind of train can even pass through the middle of high-rise buildings when needed, like a cloud dragon shuttling through the high places of the city, without usurping the floor space of any surface buildings.

Even at night, the train still has enough frequencies for those who work overtime until late.

To put it mildly, this is to never let any urban person lose the opportunity to return home, and to put it mildly, it is to never waste the fare of every potential customer.

Naturally, there are people from all walks of life on a large public transportation like this.

For the sake of personal privacy, few passengers are willing to make loud noises or shout in the train, and people who are tired from the day often only stand and sit upright with a tired face, as if they can fall asleep in the next second.

However, something doesn't seem quite right with tonight's train.

It's too quiet, so quiet that the atmosphere has become a bit solemn, like the cold rain of an autumn night, and when it falls, only the sound of rain hitting the leaves remains.

It was night, and the faces of every passenger were no longer tired and tired, but solemn and serious, with a terrifying look faintly flashing in their eyes, and their bodies were tense as if they could burst out and kill people in the next second.

No matter which passenger it is, they can't help but glance at a seat in the carriage.

A bright or dark gaze flashed over the owner of that seat no less than a hundred times.

The half-masked man sat quietly in his chair, his demeanor relaxed and laid-back, looking at the cityscape outside the car window as if admiring the scenery, completely ignoring the greedy gaze of those around him.

He wore only a heavy trench coat, and a katana sat beside him, like a treasure covered in dust.

People don't care if he has any hole cards or why he's so calm, they just care about the person wearing the mask with an outrageously long number hanging over his head.

It seemed that he couldn't help it anymore, and a middle-aged man hiding in the crowd with a passerby's face brazenly pulled out the pistol on his waist, raised his aim with a fierce face, and was about to pull the trigger and fire.

Bang!

Not the crisp and bright sound of a gunshot, but the dull sound of a heavy object smashing.

The middle-aged man fell on his back, the pistol floated into the air, and the whole person fell backwards, and the passers-by around him avoided him so that he could have a place to sleep peacefully.

The masked man leisurely put his unsheathed katana aside and continued to sit in his place, as if nothing had happened.

The train fell silent again, except for the roar outside.

Just as the other passengers were about to lose their hold, a female voice broke it all.

"I need a cup of coffee to refresh me for this rare evening, I wonder if there is anyone else who can provide me with this service right now?"

The abrupt sound couldn't help but make everyone present stunned, the timbre was pleasant and good, like a stream flowing between rivers.

"If you can, please bring him a drink."

Suddenly, a pretty, coolly dressed woman appeared in the crowd, her petite but generous body squeezing through the crowd with great effort and effort.

When he finally came out, he stood still and gasped for a few moments.

Wearing a plaid skirt and a tunic that outlines the curves of her body, her posture is very artistic, reminiscent of the beauty of the carved lines, and the suppleness is full of natural beauty that can be seen by ordinary people.

After adjusting her breath, the young woman walked over, her hands spread out and only a voice recorder clutched, and her thin clothes did not look like she was hiding any weapons.

She Shi Shiran walked to the seat opposite the masked man, her eyes were curious and innocent, and she asked in a coquettish and nervous voice:

"Hello, Mr. Inkshadow, please forgive me for my offense... Let me introduce myself, my name is Annie... It's a media guy who wants to interview you, and as you can see, I have absolutely no ill intentions! I just want to take up a little bit of your time and ask you a few questions, is that okay? ”

Lin Mo raised his head slightly expressionlessly, glanced at the woman, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this smile, Anne thought that he still had concerns, and a trace of nervousness appeared on her face, so she quickly took out the ID card from her chest and pulled it forward awkwardly.

As a result, she seemed to have forgotten that the string of the document was still tied around her neck, and when she pulled it like this, she pulled herself over, leaned forward, and the shoulder strap gradually slid down.

An unsheathed katana prevents the inappropriate scene that is about to take place.

The scabbard rested on Anne's shoulder, putting the strap back in place, obscuring the faint glow of spring.

"Thanks... Thank you. Anne's face was slightly red, and she quickly sat up straight, her hand resting on her delicate collarbone so that the shoulder strap would not slip off again.

"You're welcome." Lin Mo smiled peacefully.

"I'm sorry... It wasn't my intention, this dress was forced to wear by the boss... They said they wouldn't let me come over in normal clothes...", she began to apologize in a cowardly tone.

"Well, don't blame yourself too much, I trust your explanation." Lin Mo smiled calmly.

"Do you really want to believe me?"

Anne's eyes widened, her emerald green eyes full of surprise, she didn't expect that she could gain the trust of this top mercenary who had been in the limelight in recent days.

"Yes, I believe you." Lin Motang smiled: "At least that's the case now. ”

"Great... When I was tasked with the interview, I thought I was done this time... Ah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have speculated about you with such malice, I just didn't expect Mr. Ink Shadow to believe me, I just, just a little too happy! Anne wept with joy, her smile innocent, and she couldn't help but reach out and wipe away her tears.

"Is it necessary to be so happy?" Lin Mo showed a wry smile.

Anne rubbed her eyes, the corners of her eyes were red, and she bowed her head slightly and said:

"Because when Anne was working before, she always made a lot of mistakes for various reasons, couldn't do a lot of things, and was often scolded and bullied by her boss..."

Speaking of this, she barely showed a smile, and her hands were gently touched to her chest, as if to comfort herself, and as if to laugh at herself, she said:

"But fortunately, Anne still has this figure, has this face, the boss and boss like to tease Anne, Anne can continue to work in the company, so that she can have money to support her younger brother to study and support her grandmother to live... Although Anne doesn't like that. ”

Recalling the scenes of the past, she couldn't help but feel bitter in her heart.

Knowing that the current occasion was not suitable for saying these words, but in the face of Mr. Mo Ying, who was gentle to others, she still couldn't help but pour out the bitterness in her heart.

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She didn't expect that Mr. Moying, who was rumored to kill people without blinking an eye and had a reward of hundreds of millions of yuan on his head, would have such a gentle scene, just like an elegant psychiatrist who was willing to listen patiently to the hearts of others.

"Your story is regrettable, ma'am." Lin Mo sighed.

"Ahh I'm sorry Anne shouldn't have told you that, but let's get back to business, and by the way, let me thank you again, Mr. Inkshadow. Anne bowed her head slightly and bowed to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo waved his hand and smiled indifferently:

"Don't say thank you like that, take it easy, ma'am, just ask something, I can answer your questions as much as I can."

"At least, that's the way it is now."