The cold rain hit the rusty iron roof of the abandoned factory, making a dense and dull drumbeat. The air was filled with rust, mold and some indescribable sweet smell. Lin Mo squatted behind a half-collapsed cement wall, rainwater dripping down the brim of his black assault jacket, and a small pool of turbid water accumulated at his feet.
There was a translucent light blue screen suspended in front of him, with data and warning messages scrolling rapidly, which was incompatible with the surrounding dilapidated environment.
