Rusty iron filings pierced between the fingers, causing a sharp pain.
Ling Chen ignored it.
He was half-kneeling in the abandoned information yard No. 07, Rummaging through a pile of tangled wires and broken metal casings with his hands.
The smell of engine oil mixed with acidic corrosive fluid penetrated into his nose, making him dizzy.
He needed parts, any low-level prosthetic parts that could be used.
As long as I can get money, I can pay for my sister Ling Xue's next gene stabilizer.
The wrist terminal suddenly vibrated, and an encrypted message popped up on the screen.
