It's another starry night.
The earth-yellow long-rail train cuts through the city sky like a sharp knife, like a sky train that shuttles through the void. The lights pierce the darkness of the night sky, and swift shadows flash across the night sky, leaving only the roaring sound of the rails and the piercing air. A roar followed.
This is the transportation hub system of Night City. The long sky track built high in the sky has a sci-fi aesthetic. When necessary, this kind of train can even pass through the middle floors of high-rise buildings, like a cloud dragon high in the city. Travel without usurping the floor space of any surface building.
Even at night, the trains still have enough frequency to accommodate those company employees who work overtime until late.
To put it nicely, this means that no city dweller will lose the opportunity to return home; to put it more unpleasantly, it means that the fare of every potential customer will not be wasted.
Passengers on such a large public transport vehicle naturally include people from all walks of life.
For the sake of personal privacy, few passengers are willing to make loud noises or shout in the train. People who have been tired for a day often just stand or sit upright with tired faces, as if they will fall into a deep sleep in the next second. among.
However, something seems a little off about tonight's train.
It was too quiet, so quiet that the atmosphere became a bit chilling, like the cold rain on an autumn night. When it fell, the only sound left was the sound of rain hitting fallen leaves.
It was night, and every passenger's face no longer looked tired and tired, but instead looked solemn and serious. There was a vague look of terror in their eyes, and their bodies were tense as if they could commit murder in the next second.
No matter which passenger was there, they couldn't help but glance at a certain seat in the carriage.
Bright or dark glances flashed past the owner of that seat no less than a hundred times.
The man wearing a half-face mask sat quietly on the chair, with a relaxed and leisurely manner. He looked out the car window at the city view as if appreciating the scenery, completely ignoring the greedy gazes of the people around him.
He only wore a heavy windbreaker, and a samurai sword lay beside him, like a treasure covered in dust.
People don't care whether he has any trump cards or why he is so calm and indifferent. They only care about the person wearing this mask with an outrageous number hanging above his head.
As if he couldn't bear it anymore, a middle-aged man hiding in the crowd with a passerby's face boldly pulled out the pistol from his waist, raised his aim with a fierce look, and was about to pull the trigger and fire.
boom!
It was not the clear and bright sound of gunfire, but the dull sound of heavy objects hitting.
The middle-aged man threw his head back and fell. The pistol floated into the air and he fell backwards. The passers-by around him got out of the way so that he could have a place to sleep peacefully.
The masked man put the unsheathed katana aside leisurely and continued to sit in his original position calmly, as if nothing happened just now.
The train fell into silence again, except for the roar outside.
Just when the other passengers were about to lose control, a female voice broke everything.
"I need a cup of coffee to cheer me up for this rare night. I wonder if anyone can provide me with this service now?"
The sudden sound made everyone present startled. The sound was pleasant and pleasing to the ear, like a stream flowing through a river.
"If you may, please bring a glass to this gentleman as well."
Suddenly a woman with a pretty face and cool clothes appeared in the crowd. Her petite but fit body struggled to squeeze out of the crowd.
After finally coming out, he still stood there and breathed a few times.
She wears a plaid skirt and a corset that outlines her body curves. Niao Na's figure is very artistic and ornamental, making people think of the beautiful lines of sculptures. The softness is full of natural beauty that can be seen by ordinary people.
After adjusting her breath, the young woman walked over, holding a recording pen with both hands spread out. Her thin clothes did not seem to hide any weapons.
She Shiran walked to the seat opposite the masked man, with curiosity and innocence in her eyes, and asked in a delicate and nervous voice:
"Hello, Mr. Mo Ying, please forgive my offense... Please also allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Annie... I am a media person who wants to interview you. As you can see, I There is absolutely no malicious intention! I just want to take up a little of your time and ask you a few questions, okay?”
Lin Mo raised his head slightly without expression, glanced at the woman, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this smile, Anne thought he still had concerns, and a trace of nervousness appeared on her face. She quickly took out her ID card from her chest and awkwardly pulled it forward.
As a result, she seemed to have forgotten that the string of the ID was still tied around her neck. With such a pull, she was pulled forward, leaning forward, and the shoulder strap gradually slid down.
An unsheathed samurai sword prevented the inappropriate scene that was about to happen next.
The scabbard was placed on Anne's shoulder, and the shoulder strap was returned to its original position, covering the leaking spring light.
"Thank...thank you." Anne's face turned red slightly, and she quickly sat up straight, placing her hand on her delicate collarbone to prevent the shoulder strap from accidentally slipping off again.
"You're welcome." Lin Mo said with a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry... This was not my intention. I was forced to wear this dress by the superiors... They said they wouldn't let me come in normal clothes..." She began to apologize in a cowardly tone.
"Well, don't blame yourself too much. I believe 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 never expected that she could gain the trust of this top mercenary who had been in the limelight in recent days.
"Yes, I believe you." Lin Motan smiled and said, "At least that's it for now."
"Great... When I received the interview assignment, I thought I was doomed this time... Ah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have maliciously speculated on you like this, I just didn't expect Mr. Mo Ying Do you want to believe me, I'm just, just a little too happy!" Annie cried with joy, her smile was pure and innocent, and she couldn't help but reach out to wipe her tears.
"Is it necessary to be so happy?" Lin Mo showed a wry smile.
Annie rubbed her eyes, the corners of her eyes were red, she lowered her head slightly and said:
"Because when Annie was working in the past, she always made a lot of mistakes for various reasons, couldn't handle many things well, and was often scolded and bullied by her superiors..."
Speaking of this, she forced a smile and put her hands on her chest tenderly, as if to comfort herself and said in a self-deprecating tone:
"But fortunately, Anne still has this figure and this face. Her bosses and bosses like to tease Anne. Anne can also continue to work in the company, so that she can have money to support her brother's education and her grandmother's life... Anne doesn’t like it though.”
Recalling the past scenes, she couldn't help but feel pain in her heart.
She knew clearly that the current situation was not suitable to say these words, but facing the gentle Mr. Mo Ying, she still couldn't help but pour out the bitterness in her heart.
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She also didn't expect that Mr. Mo Ying, who was rumored to kill without blinking an eye, and who had a reward of 100 million yuan on his head, could actually have such a gentle scene, like an elegant psychiatrist who was willing to patiently listen to the voices of others.
"Your story is regrettable, madam." Lin Mo sighed.
"Ah... I'm sorry, Annie shouldn't have confided these things to you like this. Let's get back to the topic. By the way, please let me thank you again, Mr. Mo Ying." Annie lowered her head slightly and said to Lin Mo Bowed.
Lin Mo waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly:
"No need to thank you like this, just relax, ma'am, and just ask anything. I can try to answer your questions."
"At least, that's how it is now."
