Scavenger in Cyber City Lin Mo squatted in the shadow of the garbage mountain, dismantling the abandoned prosthetic arm with flying fingers. The mechanical joints made a clicking sound, and she frowned. This thing was no ordinary thing. There is a series of codes engraved on the inside of the arm, ending in X-7, which is a military-grade logo. Sister Mo, go quickly! The Tin Dog is coming! Xiaoliu's shout came from the distance, with a unique Sichuan dialect ending. Lin Mo stuffed the arm into his backpack, turned over and slid off the garbage pile. Her knee hit a steel plate, and she grimaced in pain. Damn it, these tin dogs come three times a day and are more diligent than the rent collectors. Xiaoliu ran over, his face covered with motor oil and ash. The sixteen-year-old boy looked like a tabby cat.
