Steel steam and flame

"Leave now? I think we have to prepare at the tavern first." Through the black window glass, everything in the station lost its reality in Ieta's eyes, becoming blurry and dark, like a photo gradually fading in color, and Their photos after death are the same.

Today, and in the next few days, among the people who will come out one after another, how many of them will survive until the war actually comes? Iyetta couldn't tell, and whether she herself would leave this turbulent stage early was also the result of no clear answer.

She looked at Hai, waiting for an answer.

But Hai was now staring ahead seriously, with a smile that turned his entire face into a clown-like one. At some point in front of them, a slightly gorgeous limousine had slowly parked there. The body is dark and very long, about twice the size of an ordinary limousine, with only two extra pairs of wheels on the bottom. There was no obvious sunlight, but there was also a dazzling cold light shining on the steel wheel.

The entire car has a streamlined shape that makes people's eyes feel comfortable. The appearance may not look very gorgeous, but its extremely high value can be seen from the material of every component on the limo. The most concerning thing is not the limo itself, but the logo deeply imprinted on the limo, an ordinary bullet-like pattern.

Every piece of glass in the limo has been processed with fine craftsmanship, causing almost all the light from outside to scatter to both sides, making it impossible to see anything inside the limo.

Hai narrowed his eyes into a thin line and barely managed to bypass the interference on the glass, but he could only clearly see the shadows of the people sitting in the limo.

"It's from Webley Company." Iyetta glanced at the bullet mark and said calmly. At this moment, the people in the limo seemed to feel their gazes on him. The light scattered on the limousine window disappeared in an instant, and that layer of glass became possessed of the original characteristics of glass.

Three dull eyes penetrated from behind the car window glass at the same time, and met with the eyes of Hai and Ieta in the two ceremonial cars.

"What a bold group of people. We haven't had any substantive contact for a long time. It seems that we can no longer judge what Miss Ye Jielin wants to do just by relying on the information collected." As if on purpose, when Hai spoke, he The pronunciation of each word is very accurate, and the mouth shape is also above the standard.

"Miss Ye Jielin, good morning!" Hai nodded from the passenger seat and greeted Ye Jielin in the limo in front of him. "Mr. Cassia doesn't seem to have arrived?" Hai glanced at Ye Jielin. Ato Ring and Selmer on the side. His investigation of Ye Jielin has never stopped. As the most outstanding people in the same period of the seminary and military school, there are not many people who can arouse his strong interest.

"He still has some matters on his side." Ye Jielin also answered verbally, and her eyes shifted from Hao's face to rest on Iyeta. It lasted for a few seconds before moving away.

Iyeta also looked at Ye Jielin quietly, without any fluctuation in her eyes. At this time, Hai even felt that Iyeta's breathing had become unusually soft at a certain time.

He narrowed his eyes a little, and in his horrified eyes, the round pupils jumped. As he smiled, the corners of his mouth became sharper, and the round pupils also turned into a vertical shape in a short moment.

"I hope there won't be any negotiations between us in the next period of time." Ye Jielin said silently while retracting her gaze. The glass of the limousine also changed at this moment, and the light shining on it was scattered to both sides again.

"Ms. Ye Jielin's style of doing things seems to be very different from before." Hao watched as the limo carrying Ye Jielin started, slowly mixed into the traffic in the middle of the road, and disappeared from their eyes. "It's a pity that I didn't see Mr. Cassia." Hai said with a sigh.

"This is the real purpose of your coming here." Iyeta lowered his head, glanced at his hands that were no longer white, and responded lightly, "Let's go, there is no reason to stay here anymore."

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Shake was the last one to get off the train. Her luggage was placed high, but everyone in the train was in a hurry, and many people had auras that made her feel terrible. This was something she had never been exposed to before. She didn't dare to ask for help, so in the end, no one helped her take down the huge luggage.

When the flight attendant came to clean each carriage, they found her standing under the luggage with her hands raised, but the luggage remained motionless.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Shake thanked the flight attendant for being a big help. The luggage was indeed very heavy. Inside that big box, most of the volume was taken up by books.

Face a little red, when Shaco dragged her luggage out of the train station, the sky became darker. She didn't take a few steps when the wind became stronger and then it began to snow lightly.

"Is this Manoma?" Shako thought as the two big rollers of the suitcase brushed behind her. She came out of the station and took out the scarf again. The temperature here in Manoma is much colder than the city where she originally stayed. She was considering whether to buy herself some thicker clothes first.

Ignoring the opposition from her family, and even the advice of her most respected grandfather Doolittle Sen, Shako did not listen at all this time. Having stayed in that city for eighteen years, even though he was from a fairly wealthy family, due to his parents, Shake didn't have many opportunities to go to the "outside world" for such a long time. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I like books so much.

Like many people, Shaco is also standing at the starting point of this stage of youth. Everything about Manoma also has a different appeal to her. It was not just a notice from the seminary school, but also contained Shake's own emotional content.

After packing her things a few days in advance, Shaco took the money she had saved and quietly boarded the train to Manoma.

It was really different from the area she was originally in. This was her most intuitive feeling. Judging from the fact that the train stopped on the way and a large number of people with terrifying auras rushed into the passenger compartment and completely filled the passenger compartment, Shaco believed that Manoma had special characteristics that were completely different from other regions.

At least in her short eighteen years of life, she had never seen such a person come, and it was more than half of the train.

Walking on the streets of Manoma, Shako thought so as he faced the cold wind and light snow in the morning.

"It seems there are still some deviations." Shaco stopped at this moment, because she always felt that those people gave her a familiar feeling. She thought that she should have seen similar people at some time before this, the kind of existence that was incompatible with ordinary people. At least that's what she thought about it.

"It seems like what happened last summer..." Shake searched for something in her memory, and the blurry scene turned into a photo and began to flash back and forth in her head.

"It's in the National Library!" In the memory, a clear photo finally appeared. It was a figure with a straight face.