Chapter 55

"I want to swap out a cyberarm. Heard you’ve got some smuggled goods. Got anything military-grade?"

Lucy flicked her wrist casually. Two bright yellow monomolecular wires whipped out with a sharp snap, slicing the air with such force it was clear—getting hit meant getting shredded.

The man with triangular eyes saw her retract the wires instantly. That was all he needed to know: she wasn't a reporter.