The Emperor’s Angel of Death

To most residents, Skyline never seems to go dormant, with all of its factories operating continuously around the clock.

Giovanna Dorgi felt very vulnerable despite the streets crowded with robed technicians, mechanics, and servants, a small group of them wearing common reddish-brown robes, indicating that they were low-level technicians, which in Skyrim They were everywhere on the avenues of the 121st block of the Circle Line, but she still felt as though every pair of eyes were on them.

Every corner of the city was filled with constant noise and muffled vibrations, which were more pronounced on the streets.

Giovanna doesn't know if they're still being watched now, in a forge world where only Omniscient knows how many different ways a person's whereabouts can be monitored, biometric readouts, facial recognition, genetic markers, spy skulls or even agile the naked eye.

"Raise your head, girl."

The lead mid-level technician pointed out her hesitation,

"You look like you're doing something bad with your head down like that."

But a male technician immediately responded:

"But we didn't do anything good and leave the foundry without permission, which is against the rules and a bad idea."

The lead mechanic gave him a vicious glance.

"The goods must be disposed of. Now Bangura's dogs are frantically searching for all contraband, and the batch of goods we just took over will be over once it is found!"

His voice was only heard by a few people, as if arguing like this would solve the problem.

Giovanna listened to their quarrel, feeling the torment of fear in her heart.

She was terrified, not least because their small group often trafficked and made some contraband for sale on the black market, although everyone would be severely punished if found out.

But what's more important is not this, but her other identity.

She was introduced by her mentor a long time ago and became a spy of the Black Legion, or undercover. Because she works in a secondary communication station, she can monitor a lot of key information and send it to her. Upline - used to be her mentor, but after her mentor died unexpectedly, he became an unknown person.

The advantage is that she has the wealth that a technician of the same age can never have, which also allows her, who loves beauty, to transform herself with the most beautiful prosthesis.

But with the earth-shaking changes in Ulan Huda, she realized that the good days were coming to an end, so she was trying to get rid of this identity or simply leave here for another casting world.

But it all requires her upline to help her.

Distraught, she took a deep breath and raised her head.

"There's no point in arguing, look around us, this place is as busy as any other time, we have to speed up and stop wasting time."

Lumen lights hung on black poles and crackled, reflecting the golden-orange glow that only clouds have.

Above their heads even higher than the casting furnace, that is the dark shadow of the Bright Palace, the size of which is almost incomprehensible to ordinary people, and countless skulls made of gold, silver and bones are flying in the air. Go, every skull is doing business for its owner.

"If any of the guards realize we shouldn't be here, we're in big trouble."

"Then we'd better not stand there like stray dogs to get their attention, okay?"

The leader nodded.

"Come on, that underground tunnel is just ahead."

They followed the leader, trying to look nonchalant to give the impression that they had a good reason to be there, though Giovanna had always suspected they were not doing a good job of covering it up.

She could feel the sweat flowing out from between her shoulder blades, trying her best to resist the urge to scratch, she maintained almost all of her skin for beauty, and spent a lot of medicine every day to keep it flawless and delicate, so in the sweat Washed down, her arms and thighs that occasionally exposed her robes seemed to be shiny and very eye-catching.

Soon, they turned into an alley, and at the end of the alley was another street, with an underground entrance on one side of the street.

The Skyline Ring Line not only has an above-ground part, but in fact its underground structure has a depth of more than 400 meters and is still deepening. In the ring-line city where land is expensive, many warehouses and factories are built underground.

Of course, including slums.

After all, in any casting world, sunlight is an expensive consumer product.

The only decoration at the entrance to the underpass is a statue of a small silver lighthouse, which sits in a corner, with a candle slowly burning in front of it.

Only those who know it know where this passage will lead, after all, there are millions of tunnels under the ring city.

There are even some joking claims that there are no roads in the ring city, and all are authentic.

Entering the passage does not mean that it is empty. In fact, there are more people underground than on the ground. There are countless people and machine servants coming and going in the five-person wide passage.

She tried to quell the growing panic as they began to descend, and flickering streamers illuminated the path of travel in the tunnel, which was crammed with commuters, who traveled like machines—ascending, The other side descends - all in perfect unison toward or from the metropolis above.

The leader used his stocky build to carve a downward path for them, and anyone who tried to condemn him immediately clenched their tongues at the sight of his thunderous eyes and clenched fists.

Finally they reached the transfer station at the bottom, the movement of the crowd was not orderly, the body just moved with the push of some kind of crowd.

Robe-clad guards maintain order at the station with crackling weapon sticks, and they try to avoid attracting the attention of the guards, while servo skulls move atop the crowd, and binary codes on wall-mounted number plates screech to signal Notify the situation of each road, and constantly preach the policies of the new foundry supervisor.

"Where are you going now?"

Finally, someone in the group couldn't stand this aimless wandering anymore.

"This way."

The leader said and squeezed through the crowd.

"Don't worry, I have to make sure that no one is following it. The volume of the shipment is very large, and it may not be processed at one time. We may have to go a second time."

The mid-level mechanic led them through a series of unintelligible tunnels until they stood on a crowded platform with hundreds of expressionless-looking servitors.

Twisted, wobbly, choppy snippets of code coming out of a battered loudspeaker in a wooden box mounted on the ceiling ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What's this place? "

For some reason, Giovanna felt uneasy all of a sudden, not from the corpse-like servitors, but from the surrounding atmosphere.

The leader just smiled, then took a step back.

"This is the place for you, first-class communications operator, Giovanna Doge."

Behind him, a low voice suddenly sounded.

Hearing this sound, Giovanna flinched, and she turned, trembling, to see a majestic bronze mask and gleaming green eyes, and a special symbol of moderation in the Ulan Huda secret police parish.

"Hello, we have some questions for you to assist and answer. You have the right to remain silent, and we will also have the right to exercise special interrogation protocol k-01-beta."

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