Star Railway: join the star core hunter with the silver wolf

"Brother, I will become the most powerful hacker."

Yes, but what am I doing now.

She suddenly realized that she was content with the status quo under the arrangement of others.

Her brother has always protected her so well that she is used to relying on everyone she can rely on.

Her brother left, Jack left, but she stayed here for two months, leaving the oath behind.

"Thank you, Ms. Caddis." Silver Wolf's eyes became clear, and some understanding flashed through him.

I want to find that red monster.

I want to avenge my brother!

"If possible, can you take this letter to the orphanage in the northern slums for me?" Cadiz took out a yellowed envelope from the back of the cabinet.

"..." Silver Wolf nodded and did not answer, but took the envelope.

The wax paint on it has long since peeled off, leaving only the yellowed letter paper in it.

"If you want to watch it, you can watch it. It's just some old-fashioned love stories." She waved her hand, "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to come. The salary will be paid as usual. You can go."

Silver Wolf was still silent, just like when she came, but this time it was different, she was no longer confused, and her steps were firm.

From this day on, the game called "Basement" is over.

Chapter 22 Good Night

She was walking north, and the small bag behind her was dry food for the road.

The cloak flapped in the cold wind, and she tightened it tightly, trying to keep the wind from blowing into her neck.

She wanted to find something to do for herself, but now she could only bury a letter from an old woman in the ruins of the orphanage where she once lived.

Two hot and aging souls finally collided under this land, just as energetic as they were young.

Silver Wolf headed west again, and she saw the scrap mountain she was once familiar with.

Of course she knew the password of her brother's studio. It was her birthday. She opened the door of the container with difficulty, and the white box in the corner appeared in her sight.

This is a birthday present that Luo Shuangyu prepared for her in advance, like this every year.

But what is the gift this year?

She opened the box, and a silver-white hand crossbow-type pulse weapon appeared inside.

Luo Shuangyu spent almost half of his family property to ask Jack to find all the parts. It took him two full months and the power of "forging" to create it.

This weapon is equipped with almost the most advanced information modules, decoding modules and encoding programs that can be bought. The silver wolf caresses its smooth surface, but the cold temperature has a warm current.

It's my brother's taste.

The lonely girl went through three months and returned to this sad place again.

In the past month, she has encountered obstacles at every turn. The editors, also known as middlemen, did not care about this thin and lonely girl.

In Punk Lord, people always travel together, and people who walk alone never get along.

She connected to the ether editor and sat on the familiar artificial leather sofa.

"Prometheus, at your service!" An electronically synthesized female voice came from her weapon, sounding very energetic.

"Meeting is fate, and friendship lasts forever~" The artificial intelligence she wrote barely made up for her fantasies about friends at this moment.

"From today, you are called friends." The cold voice echoed in the container.

She quickly created a second virtual companion called "The Devil". These posters were hidden in the streets of the slums. A mercenary wearing holographic glasses blocked most of his face and looked serious.

She suddenly felt that the team was too harmonious and lacked a sense of reality, so she kept her little hands, and the "wage earners" and "slaves" also "croaked to the ground".

After all, she still did not create the virtual companion "brother". She realized that some people cannot be replaced.

Her "companion" is stored in this intelligent weapon, and Luo Shuangyu may have realized that there will be such a day when she left the information module and artificial intelligence to write the mother program.

Brother, Silver Wolf is going to accept the mission.

She said a word silently in her heart, and her mood seemed to improve a lot.

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Friend: Hello, editor, I am the diplomatic envoy of the "Silver Wolf" team. I know you have a commission about the Slag Gang.

Pushkin: Damn!You damn guy, how did you find me!

Pushkin: Are you sure?The task of destroying the Slag Gang has killed batch after batch of hackers, and the risks and rewards are equally unimaginable.

Friend: Of course, we are a whole professional team, and all tasks can be done by the "devil king" and "silver wolf"

Friend: Meeting is fate, this friend, entrust us with the task boldly, and may our friendship last forever——

Pushkin: ...

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The girl was chewing gum, with an uncontrollable smile on her lips.

Whether it is her packaging is too real, let the editors believe it.

Or do they just want to watch the performance of a newcomer like themselves, whether dead or alive.

She doesn't care.

In Punk Lord, people always travel together, and people who walk alone never get along.

Because of this, those who made it to the top became legends.

The girl was shaking her legs on the sofa, feeling a little drowsy.

She lay down on her stomach, yearning for the smell that belonged to her brother, scanning all the traces left by her brother.

Brother, good night.

See you tomorrow if I'm not careful.

……

"Yes, that's it. You have to learn to restrain yourself." Kafka was drinking boiled water with peace of mind, while the boy in front of him was holding his left arm, with beads of sweat dripping from his head.

Sam's fingertips glowed green, and the crack in Luo Shuangyu's left hand widened.

"Grass!" Luo Shuangyu cursed, the veins on his head popped up, and the crack shrank back.

Tiamat left, but left such a mess behind.

"Well~ Zai Zai is awesome." Kafka chuckled, and praised Luo Shuangyu in the tone of a mother praising a child.

"What... bastard, who is your child!" Luo Shuangyu gritted his teeth, but the crack widened a lot.

"Oh!" Kafka covered her mouth pretending to be surprised, "Zai Zai, you won't let mom down, will you?"

"Your mother!" Luo Shuangyu's sweat rolled down in big drops, and the crack shrank again. This time, the crack was as thin as a few black threads wrapped around his arm.

"It's ok." Sam withdrew his power of abundance, and Luo Shuangyu breathed a sigh of relief, breathing heavily.

With a slight smile on her face, Kafka wiped the sweat off Luo Shuangyu's forehead with the sleeve of her favorite coat: "Thank you for your hard work."

Luo Shuangyu glanced at the rubbish parts that were piled up into mountains, and rolled his eyes.

"Forging really has its pros and cons."

"Yes, it's a good thing it's not facing my coat, otherwise I would have cut off the left hand with a knife."

There was a hint of threat in the woman's tone, but Luo Shuangyu didn't take it seriously.

If it weren't for the sweat stains on the sleeves of the coat.

Luo Shuangyu's heart warmed, at least in Kafka's eyes now, she was a little more important than the overcoat.

Kafka took off the sunglasses she wore on her forehead, and sighed: "Such words can't scare you anymore, Zai Zai."

"I'm so unfamiliar, if you call me Zai Zai again, I'll take you to the coat and wipe your ass!"

"..." A strange smile appeared on Kafka's face, and her right fist was clenched together.

"When the child is old, he will not be given a swab for three days."

Tom cat-like screams came from the spaceship, and Sam squatted aside, as if showing helplessness under the mask.

You beat him, but you still want me to treat him in the end?

Only me, Sam, will always be hurt!

He opened the comic book that was about to be flipped through, seeking comfort from the plots and cold jokes he memorized fluently.

After fooling around for a while, Luo Shuangyu started practicing again.

He missed his sister in his heart, if Sam hadn't been too tired, he might have been training to control the power of "forging" all day long.

The green light flickered, and the crack continued to expand, but under Luo Shuangyu's astonishing will, he was firmly suppressed.

Kafka nodded secretly, and tidied up her somewhat messy clothes.

She has always liked children who are capable and obedient.

Luo Shuangyu was tireless, controlling his left arm time and time again, and that figure became more and more clear in his mind.

wait for me.

Good night, Brownie.

Chapter 23 Becoming a Legend

"Is this the old lair of the Slag Gang?" The girl chewed her gum and blew a bubble, but unfortunately it exploded.

The candy was sticking to her mouth, so she had to stick out her little tongue to roll the scattered gum into her mouth.

The stronghold of the Slag Gang is very large, and there are advanced alarm systems and defense organizations.

After all, their boss has a relationship with the City of Hackers, and he is doing the business of reselling ether editors, which has touched the interests of many people.

Silver Wolf concealed his figure, the hand crossbow under his sleeve flashed a stream of light full of sense of technology, and a small Q-version villain appeared holding a wooden staff.

"Silver Wolf, I suggest you hack into their monitoring and alarm systems first." Prometheus' voice was sharp and lively.