On 7th Avenue south of Manoma, a corner of the factory, it used to be a bustling place, but with the passage of time, the focus of prosperity seems to have changed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info or the factory itself is a bleak state, and the hustle and bustle of the past casting sounds have long since disappeared under this sky. The hard slate concrete road, even if there are no more vehicles coming and going, has cracked open in time, and has long lost its due effect, only to see the increasingly lush green weeds in the cracks.

On both sides of the road, deserted factories are lined up, with closed doors and corroded chains. The glass on the windows was gone, the walls were covered with ivy, and the paint on the iron shed was all gone, and it was now a pothole. The safety staircase and handrails on the side have also been covered with red rust, and the iron staircase has been vacated a lot, only they have not been completely surrounded by green vines.

The only time here is when I feel a little angry, in the early morning and at night. It was the people who worked in other parts of Manoma, and it was probably only at these times that you could see a few shadows on the road, people who dragged their tired bodies and slowly returned to their rooms to cover their heads and fall asleep.

The weather wasn't very good, with thin clouds hanging over the sky and the moon looming, making what should have been a clear night a little dark. The lights on the side of the road are also intermittent, and many broken high-pressure mercury lamps have not waited for the repair staff to replace them, hanging under the decayed and blackened lampshade for many years, and the spiders with silk webs on its side do not know how many batches they have changed, but they are the only ones who have been silently guarding there.

Leaning on his elbows on a barely clean stone fence, he watched the bleak scene, the dim road, the intermittent flickering lights, the clumps of weeds that mingled the light and dark in the light, and the old bottles and rusty parts that poked their heads through the weeds from time to time. The air was filled with the smell of decay, and Kara's keen sense of smell couldn't find its source.

There was no one around, and it wasn't time to get home from work. And the people who live here don't come back every day. It's just a relatively quiet and comfortable place to stay, and a lot of the time, they're dealing with their sleep problems in the big shed provided by the factory. While you are young, you can also squander your body. When you earn enough money, you can take the freight train back to your small town to live in peace.

The end of the road vanished into the distant darkness, and the roar of a steam engine had not been heard for a long time, except for the steam locomotive that had driven by Pronos a few days earlier.

The scene in Kara's eyes was a still life for a long, long time, and nothing could break the peace in it. So there was nothing she wanted to see, and all of a sudden it would come into her eyes the next moment. Things around you have become more bereological, and they are what they should be.

When the time was up, Kara looked at the end of the road again, and then listened to the situation in the hallway, there was nothing, it was exactly the same as the previous day. It has been more than ten days since he returned to Manoma, and the goods in Nolida's hands were quickly exchanged for deposits in the golden bank in the dark world. The market value of a Hui tube is eight million holy coins, but in the dark world, as an extremely sought-after commodity, the price has increased a lot, reaching about nine million.

Of the sixty of them, fifty-nine of them, excluding the one extracted from the inspection of the goods, brought Kara more than 500 million in wealth. Divide this wealth into two equal parts, and store it in two golden bank cards.

I thought that within a few days of returning to Manoma, Kasia would come running. But now more than ten days have passed, and his heart metastasis surgery has been completed, David, after a few days of shopping in Manoma, also under Kara's suggestion, went to other prosperous areas in advance to wait for Kara. Manoma was dangerous here, and there was no need for them to stay here, and the last person to say hello to Kasia was always Carla herself.

But this trivial thing seems to be difficult, both for Kasia now and for Kara, who is sitting at the table in a daze at the sniper rifle. Somewhere in her body there was a growing feeling of worry and palpitations for no apparent reason, Kara sensed the danger lurking around her with her wolfish acuity, they were looking for their place, and the Meredith family's encirclement was closing in on her little by little. Just like a fishing net, it may suddenly be put away at a certain time, and if you want to escape at that time, it is impossible.

I didn't think the Meredith family would let them go. As the one who forcibly broke away from the family, and the identity of the family that Kara was in before entering the military school. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for the family to ignore their own separation. Those at the top are often concerned about whether their faces are glamorous, and Kara's behavior is undoubtedly no different from the act of redrawing with a black pen on a piece of snow-white printer paper. Kara was one of the most powerful people in her crew, and she trampled on the heads of many people. If it weren't for these things, the reaction within the family might have been a little smaller.

"Personnel escape from time to time, and the 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, her hands on her head, her eyes squinting at the sniper rifle beside her. From her first exposure to firearms, she fell in love with them. Because of the power, because of the sound that is completely different from other firearms when the bullet is discharged, and in the end, of course, she can't forget the long-range range that can give her more reaction time. Most of the partners in the same issue have left her side one after another in the process of her continuous growth. Either he served in a department of the family, or he was sent to another part of the empire, or he was reduced to a cold corpse. Whether it was killed by someone else, or by herself. Nothing had ever been with her for so long, except for a sniper rifle. In the course of life, many things are hard-won.

Rubbing her hair, Carla felt a little hungry.

Sighing and standing up, looking at the metal door that had not moved, and thinking about it, Kara turned and walked to the small kitchen, muttering to herself.

"Wait. ”