The mixed smell of rust and ozone permeated the depths of the pipe, and it was so viscous that it seemed to stick to people's mouths and noses. Lu Shiqi curled up her neck and buried half of her face in the frayed and pilled collar. The electromagnetic pliers in her hand accurately engaged a section of exposed data cable. There was a soft sizzling sound, and a few clusters of tiny electric sparks splashed out, then dimmed. He skillfully peeled off the insulation layer, pulled out the relatively intact copper core inside, rolled it into a circle and stuffed it into the tool bag on his waist. At seventy-three meters, he muttered in a low voice, and his voice made a faint echo in the empty abandoned pipe.
