Chapter 263

Moore Tech, 100th Floor — Central Data Control Hall.

In the cavernous hall, sporadic gunshots popped off here and there—like a string of firecrackers set off outside someone’s door during a holiday. When the whole string burned out, there were always a few lingering cracks afterward, signaling the last echoes fading.

Pale smoke spread through the air. It really did resemble the sulfur haze left after firecrackers—except what followed was the fine, intimate sound of steel cutting flesh, slicing through vessels and tissue, the kind of noise that made you think of the slaughter that begins in every household once the fireworks end.