Everyone in Rust Alley knew Shang Lu from the Rejuvenation Clinic was a cowardly repair tech. When the gang trashed her shop, she didn’t even dare lift her head.
No one knew that she was Null, the ghost hacker with a hundred-million bounty on the deep web; that she was the “White Crow,” who could dismantle a cyborg in eleven seconds in the underground fighting arena; or that she was M, the cybernetic designer courted by the upper district’s wealthiest.
The fire that burned down half the city seven years ago left a chip called “Spark” in her brain. It could fabricate a life story that would hold up to any scrutiny, making every one of her secret identities flawless.
That is, until the chief investigator from Tianheng Group stood at her counter, flipping through her fake résumé page by page. “Boss Shang, there are too many holes in your story.”
Shang Lu grinned around her candy stick. “Officer, I didn’t leave a single real hole. What you found is exactly what I wanted you to find.”
Later, the whole city was hunting down her secret identities. Only he was hunting down her heart.
[Cyberpunk × multiple secret identities × cat-and-mouse romance. Her secret identities fall one by one, while the big shots stay hidden one by one. High-octane all the way, with no frustrating angst.]
