Miss Foster
In a train station that is as cold and hard as an underground fortification like the Dark Star City subway station, the only special psychic train that can travel through the wilderness has arrived in recent days.
If the Dark Star City subway with a brass shell, metal crash barriers and ferocious spikes on the front is a steam-driven steel behemoth, then this special psychic train is a mobile war fortress.
It is several times larger than a subway train. Like the legendary giant snake that devours the world, you can't see the end of the connected carriages, and one carriage is as big as a basketball court!
If one were to describe its appearance, one could only use a one-sided word like a meat grinder to roughly summarize it, because the surface of the train was covered with dirty blood and various kinds of evil mucus of different colors, traces of burning by flames remained, including various claw marks corroded by acidic substances, and at the same time, various meaningless inscriptions were engraved on the body of the train.
There are no human staff at the station, only various metal detectors and surveillance for detecting prohibited items, various checkpoints to prevent people from breaking in, layers of security gates, and disinfection facilities for the entire train...
The robots were moving various goods from dozens of cargo carriages at the rear, creating a sense of haste and loneliness.
As for the front, it is the customer service compartment.
Most of the people in the ordinary passenger cars are company employees on business trips, or ladies who have spare money to go on vacation to other cities or regions. In any case, those who can travel between major cities are all middle and upper class.
The upper-class cabin was mostly populated by the nobility. Countess Forster, waving a feather fan, was treated like a star by a group of men and was gracefully helped out of the carriage by her male pet.
She bit a ladies' cigarette and tilted her head to wait for the men to take out their lighters or light matches. Many flames surrounded her in an instant.
Miss Forster was notorious and famous for her sensuality. If we only counted her promiscuity and the number of her lovers, her reputation would almost surpass that of Queen Mother Ines.
Paintings of her naked body painted in bold colors have been circulated widely. In the paintings, her body is always smeared with grease and poured with wine.
——She is always happy for everyone to appreciate her beauty.
Yes...even if she was a dissolute and frivolous woman, she was undeniably beautiful. She was even more beautiful under the embrace of these flames. The black veil covering her face made her look hazy and charming through the flames.
But no one dared to touch her because she was a direct descendant of the Duke of Dextal's family during the time of Solomon, which meant that she was the descendant of Lady Ines' godfather.
Therefore, as a woman, she possessed the title of earl, the territory, the industry that her family had developed for many years, and was also protected by the Queen Mother, Lady Ines.
She herself symbolizes money, power and status.
The noble Countess of Forster picked a lucky person and lit a cigarette casually with her head tilted. "Oh, I've had enough of this stupid train. The blood on the outside of it is really smelly. Can't you clean it before letting me get off?"
"Time is of the essence, my dear lady. But this does not diminish your brilliance at all, it still shines as brightly as a gem." Lucky responded amid the frustrated voices of the other men.
Countess Foster raised her red lips under the black veil in contempt, "Who are you?"
The gentlemen in the crowd automatically made way for Miss Forster to see the lucky person standing outside.
Lucky took off his cowboy hat, revealing his short curly black hair and deep black eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Ashburn Mortonrio Gaunt, at your service."
Oh, he looked like a cowboy, a passionate and unrestrained playboy, and there was even a tattoo of unclear letters on his neck, which looked like the seams after being beheaded. He was out of tune with the nobles and gentlemen around him.
He is different, but undoubtedly a charming man.
The man really aroused the interest of the Countess. She spit a mouthful of smoke in his face and said, "You have a ticket to leave, Mr. Gunter."
"Yes, miss. I have some business to travel on. I am responsible for...making sure that the transportation of certain things is not dangerous."
"Interesting...what? I want to see it."
"I'm sorry, my dear lady. If nothing unexpected happens, you won't be able to see him. He is a dangerous criminal who will be taken to Sky City soon."
"Since you are a criminal, you shouldn't mind being looked at by me, right?"
Countess Forster, who was famous for her romantic life, approached the man, her golden eyelashes casting a fine shadow in her eyes.
She looked up, her expression innocent like a young girl who has never known the world. "I am very curious about what kind of criminal must be escorted to another city. If he is very interesting, then maybe I will go to Sky City with you to spend a good time."
"Madam, this puts me in a difficult position." Although the man said it was difficult, he showed a smile without any difficulty on his face. He looked down at Miss Forster who was looking up at him with an admiring look without offense or desire. For a moment, he felt that the lady's eyebrows and eyes were the same as the portrait of the Duke of Dextal by Lady Ines that he had seen, with a melancholy and gentle charm.
"Well, miss, apart from the principle issue, I am always reluctant to refuse a woman's request..."
"Is it a question of principle?" asked Miss Foster, smiling.
"Dextall, for the sake of the Ranger." The man muttered, put on his cowboy hat again, pulled out the revolver from his waist holster and loaded it. "Come on, Miss, I also want to meet this mysterious criminal."
Miss Foster waved away the attendants and male pets who followed her, lifted her skirt gracefully, and followed the man to the carriage at the rear.
"Car 13 from the end... that's it."
Miss Forster noticed that the man dressed in cowboy clothes swiped the bracelet on his wrist at the door of the carriage, and the encrypted identity was automatically passed, and the carriage door opened.
The psychic train that can travel through the wilderness has a very high security level, and this freight car is marked with the highest cargo level. Only several identity cards of specific personnel can be combined to open this car.
How come this carriage can be opened with a simple swipe of the ID bracelet? With such a high level of identity...
"This is the unique status level of an executive. What is your code name? Mr. Gunter?" Miss Foerster reached out and grabbed the man's muscular shoulders.
"Me?" The man, who had never tried to hide his identity, smiled and lowered his head to approach Miss Folster. "You can call me Chen Qian, my dear lady."
"Oh... you know, even the nobles have to bow their heads and call you sir when they see you." Miss Folster lifted the black veil of her hat, squinted her eyes and exchanged a deep kiss with the man vaguely, "In other words, I haven't played the role of the executive officer of Zhenshanhe yet."
"Excuse me, but your behavior suggests that you know my code name, Miss." Chen Qian said with a half-smile.
"Well, it is true. You were Lady Ines's lover, right? She had so many male lovers, but you were her only lover? And you are still in touch now?"
"I have always kept in touch with my ex-girlfriends. In order to remember them, I tattooed the initials of each girl's name on my neck one by one." Chen Qian took the woman's hand and touched the last letter on his neck with her soft fingers. "This is your dear Ines."
Miss Folster kissed the letter on his neck, her teeth rubbing against his skin in an ambiguous way. "Very good, I want to do it in the same position you used before."
"Do you have an Oedipus complex?"
"Please don't misunderstand me, and don't spread the news, Chief Chen Qian. I just admire Lady Ines very much."
"Sorry." A restrained, polite, hoarse, and low voice came from the darkness.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I have no intention of judging your behavior, but I hope you can be aware that there are other people here."
The two men, who had taken off half of their clothes, looked up and found that a young man dressed in a formal suit, a trench coat, a top hat, and a white mask covering his entire face was pierced through the chest by a metal rod of unknown material and nailed to the display stand in the middle of the carriage.
The metal staff was only the main support point, and the young man's limbs were nailed with steel nails for fixation. His blood flooded the exhibition stand, which was separated by a protective cover made of tempered glass.
The hem of his trench coat was hanging through the glass, and the folds of the fabric made him look like a precious butterfly pinned in a specimen display frame.
Wu Ci, who pretended to be "arrogant", had difficulty breathing because his lungs were pierced. He forced himself to remain calm and finished speaking, but he felt even more uncomfortable.
He squinted his eyes, which were dazed from excessive blood loss, and felt that his respiratory tract was choking with blood. The blood was flowing through his mouth and nose, through the faceless white mask, and down his neck.
To stabilize the country... to avenge a personal grudge, no... this is it, this is it that you can't touch him openly, just give him a random task to make things difficult for him.
Letting him pretend to be "arrogant" and then treating him as if he is really "arrogant" is simply killing him!
If he hadn't asked Black Cat to gather his cultists to devour his flesh and blood before he came just in case, he would have died on the way, let alone making it to Sky City.
The most important thing is... why would someone specifically imprison him in the carriage and mess around with him... is he also playing a role?
How come there is an executive officer of the same level? He looks like a ranger with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his behavior is that of a messy sea king, and he is actually Ines' lover?
By the way, this Miss Foster is a descendant of his simulated identity. From what they said just now, this lady was adopted by Ines... Is it true that this colleague Chen Qian is specifically targeting his daughter?
This scene was indeed a bit ugly. Wu Ci briefly sorted out the relationship:
The youngster raised by his goddaughter Ines came to him and had an affair with his colleague and Ines' lover because of Oedipus?
The key is... this dustman looks a lot like a ranger.
Wu Ci Ning would rather faint now due to excessive blood loss and pain levels exceeding his body's threshold than to see this scene!
Let’s not talk about these relationships for now…let’s just talk about human desires.
In the beginning man was innocent; all he saw were his lambs.
The entanglement between animals is just for the purpose of reproduction, which is a natural characteristic of all living things.
Now, among his white lambs came the black goat.
Those physical entanglements made him feel disgusted and irritated, because people nowadays do not need to reproduce, but are addicted to desire.
Desire, desire, such easy desire, such casual satisfaction, like a mindless beast.
Desire, desire, ugly desire.
Wu Ci can be understood, although he does not advocate it.
But this does not mean that he can be magnanimous enough to tolerate such behavior deliberately being carried out in front of him.
He swallowed a mouthful of blood and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I do exist here in an objective sense. I just want to confirm that you two know."
"Oh, it's okay. I don't mind being seen." Chen Qian naturally held Miss Forster in his arms.
"Oh, that's not necessary. I don't mind if someone admires my beauty." Miss Forster waved her hand in the direction of Wu Ci kindly and generously. "This is your honor before you are executed. I really hope you will remember my kindness."
Xieci (shocked by the way the upper class plays): Am I also a part of your play?
Suddenly I remembered a joke:
Chen Qian (wearing a yellow-haired killer, flip-flops, and a Wangzai tights): Lao Deng! My ghost light is parked downstairs in your building. Will it get stolen? Hurry up and tell your daughter to come down!
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