Seventh Avenue south of Manoma, a corner next to the factory. It used to be a quite prosperous place, but with the passage of time, the focus of prosperity seems to have been changing. In other words, the factory itself is a desolate place.
The scene and the noisy casting sounds of the past have long since disappeared under this sky. The hard stone concrete road, even if there are no more vehicles passing by on it, has also cracked under the influence of time and has long since
It has lost its due function, and only the weeds in the cracks are becoming more and more lush and green.
On both sides of the road, there are endless abandoned factories with no one in sight. The doors are closed and rusty iron chains are hung on them. The glass on the windows is gone, the walls are covered with ivy, and all the paint on the iron sheds has fallen off. Now it is a
It looks like a pit. The safety stairs and handrails on the side have also been covered with red rust. The iron stairs have a lot of space, but they are not completely surrounded by ivy.
The only time when there is a bit of life here is in the early morning and when night falls. Those are the people who work in other areas of Manoma. It may be only at these times that you can see the shadows of a few people on the road.
, these people drag their tired bodies back to their rooms step by step, cover their heads and then fall asleep.
The weather is not very good at the moment. Thin clouds cover the sky, and the moon is looming, making what should have been a clear night a little dark. The lights on the roadside are also intermittent, and many broken high-pressure mercury lamps are not working.
It has been hanging under the decayed and blackened lampshade for many years without waiting for the repair staff to replace it. I don’t know how many batches of spiders weaving webs around it have been replaced, but only they have been silently guarding there.
Leaning on a barely clean stone fence, he looked at the desolate scene, the dim road, the intermittent flashing lights, the mixed light and dark clumps of weeds under the lights, and his head peeking into the weeds from time to time.
Old bottles and rusty parts. The air is full of the smell of decay. I don’t know where it comes from, and Kara’s keen sense of smell can’t find its source.
There is no one around, and it is not time to go home from get off work yet. And the people who live here do not come back every day. This is just their relatively quiet and comfortable residence. Many times, they are in the large sheds provided by the factory. Deal with your sleep problem there. While you are young, you can splurge on your body. When you earn enough money, you can take the freight train back to your small town and live in peace.
The end of the road disappeared into the obscure darkness in the distance. Until now, except for the steam locomotive that drove over from Punos a few days ago, the roar of a steam engine has not been heard here for a long time. p>
The scenery in Kara's eyes has been a still life painting for a long time, and nothing can break the tranquility. Therefore, there is no shadow that she wants to see that will suddenly enter her eyes at the next moment.
Things around you become more disciplined and behave as they should.
The time for counting silently in her mind was up. Kara looked at the end of the road again, and then listened to the situation in the corridor. There was nothing. It was exactly the same situation as the previous few days. It has been more than ten days since she returned to Manoma.
The goods in Nolida's hands were quickly exchanged for deposits in the golden bank in the dark world. The market value of a phosphorus tube is eight million holy coins, but in the dark world, as an extremely sought-after commodity,
The price has increased a lot, reaching around 9 million.
There were sixty of them, excluding the one extracted for inspection, fifty-nine of them brought Kara more than 500 million in wealth. This wealth was divided equally into two parts and stored in two golden bank cards.<
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I thought that Cassia would come over within a few days after returning to Manoma. But now more than ten days have passed, and his heart transfer surgery has been completed. David and the others have been shopping in Manoma for a few days.
Finally, under Kara's suggestion, they went to other prosperous areas in advance to wait for Kara. Manoma was very dangerous here, and besides, they had no need to stay here. They wanted to see Cassia and say hello one last time.
It has always been Carla herself.
But this trivial thing seems to be difficult, both for Cassia now and for Kara, who is sitting at the table looking at the sniper rifle in a daze. Worry and heart palpitations without any origin feel in a certain part of the body.
The number of places increased day by day, and Kara used her ferocious wolf-like sense of smell to sense the hidden dangers around her in advance. They were looking for their own position, and the circle of Meredith family was closing in on her little by little. Like a fishing net, it might be in
It will suddenly close up at a certain period of time, and it will be impossible to escape at that time.
She never thought that the Meredith family would let her go. As a person who forcibly broke away from the family, and Kara's status in the family before entering the military school. No matter how she thought about it, the family was indifferent to her separation.
These are all impossible things to happen. Those at the top will often care about whether their faces are glamorous. Kara's behavior is undoubtedly the same as using a black pen to draw heavily on a piece of snow-white printing paper.
Kara is one of the most powerful people in her group, and she has stepped on many people's heads. If these things had not happened, the reaction within the family might have been smaller.
"Escapes of personnel happen from time to time. My family must want to catch me at this time, and then give a warning to everyone who wants to escape." Kara lay on the table, resting her head on her hands, squinting at the snipers on the side.
Guns. From the first time she came into contact with firearms, she fell in love with this weapon irresistibly. Because of its power and because when the bullet comes out of the chamber, it makes a completely different sound from other firearms. In the end, of course, she cannot forget that it can bring her
Long-range shooting with more reaction time. Most of her partners in the same period left her one after another as she continued to grow. Either they worked in a certain department of the family, or they were sent to other places in the empire.
Territory, or turned into a cold corpse. Whether it was killed by others or by herself. Except for the sniper rifle, nothing has ever stayed with her for such a long time. In the course of life, many things are hard-won.
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After rubbing her hair, Kara felt a little hungry.
She stood up with a sigh, looked at the silent metal door, thought for a while, turned around and walked towards the small kitchen, muttering to herself.