In the midst of wind and snow, the frigid air felt like sharp blades constantly irritating the skin of pedestrians.
The thick white snow was like a carpet spread on the ground, completely surrounding the huge airport.
"Ding-dong—"
The airport gates slowly opened from the inside.
Hera, dressed in a white hoodie and casual shorts, emerged from the snow-covered world around her.
"This is Russia. Help me get a taxi."
Hera stood by the roadside holding a nearly ten-centimeter-thick book titled "The Complete Guide to Rapid Language Learning," attracting the attention of passersby.
"Okay...where are you going?"
The Bluetooth earpiece on his ear flashed a faint red light, and [X] asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know, let's get in the car first and then we'll talk."
"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the earpiece. "Never mind, we happen to have a member of the Light God Society nearby. Let him meet you."
"Oh, that works too."
Hera looked left and right, and finally came to a bench. Without even shoveling the snow, she sat down and began to read the book in her hands.
"Actually, I can translate for you; you don't need to learn these things..."
The headphones flashed red again, alerting Hera.
"Oh, that's good."
Hera casually turned another page to study.
"..."
Just as Hera turned another page, a commotion suddenly broke out in the street.
Hera looked in the direction of the sound and saw an extremely wild scene on the road.
On the road, a motorcycle painted with will-o'-the-wisps and with flames still shooting from its exhaust pipe roared forward like a raging beast.
The thick snow melted as the motorcycle approached, creating a vacuum path.
The evaporated snowmelt formed a thick trail of mist behind him.
Two flashing red and blue lights appeared intermittently in the fog; upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two police cars with their sirens blaring!
“Сад в машин!” (Hey, you in front, stop immediately!)
“Иначемы6удемстрелять!” (Otherwise we’ll have to shoot!)
A Russian policeman leaned out of the car window and shouted into a megaphone.
But what he got in return was a banana peel that flew onto his face.
"Hahahaha! You stupid cop, come and arrest me if you dare! Hahahaha!"
On the motorcycle, the wild, gothic-style teenager kept laughing, his laughter even drowning out the roar of the motorcycle at times.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Hera out of the corner of his eye, and then several threads emerged from his wrist and surged toward her.
"I've come to pick you up!"
Almost transparent threads wrapped around Hera's wrist, and before Hera could react, she was suddenly pulled onto the back seat of the will-o'-the-wisp.
"Goodbye, you useless cops!"
He gave the police officer behind him a polite middle finger.
As soon as the accelerator was floored, the flames on the exhaust pipe burst forth like a propeller.
The motorcycle vanished instantly, leaving behind only the billowing snow and mist, and the furious policeman behind it.
...
Buzzing—!!!
A piercing buzzing sound and scorching heat rose continuously beneath me.
The surrounding buildings flashed past Hera's eyes at breakneck speed, and the rising white smoke made it difficult for most people to even see the road ahead.
"Hey, miss! How was that? Wasn't I cool?"
As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue, which had been injected with a tongue tonic, and struck what he thought was a very cool pose.
Hera calmly closed the book. "Find me a man named Thoth."
"Huh?" The punk looked surprised. "Don't ask me to find someone."
"Yes, I wasn't looking for you. I was talking to [X]."
Hera stared intently at him, while he stiffly turned his head away and focused on driving.
"Searching big data..."
"Search failed, no relevant person found..."
"Couldn't find it?" Hera tapped the Bluetooth earpiece. "Is it broken?"
"...No, he may have some programming knowledge and modified the files to hide his identity."
"Because I was previously marked by the [satellite], if I rashly enter a deeper layer of the program to look for his previous files, I am very likely to be detected."
As he spoke, a hint of fear crept into his deep, electronic voice. "That guy can erase me."
"Then what should we do?"
"By the way, how did you know he was in Russia? Couldn't you have been more precise?"
[X] asked Hera a question in return.
Hera rubbed her head. "He has my cells, but too much time has passed, and he doesn't know what he's been doing, so the number of cells in his body is much less than before."
"Right now I can only roughly sense that it is located in Russia, but I don't know its exact location."
"Then tell me what he looks like. Even if he modifies himself to perfection, unless he has plastic surgery, I can still find him."
Hera thought for a moment, and her expression slowly changed.
The punk rocker who was driving looked back.
I saw a slightly overweight face, but one brimming with literary and noble qualities.
But why does she still have the figure of a young girl?!
“This is it.” Hera’s soft, sweet voice came from the mouth of that face.
Snap!
The punk quickly slapped himself, forcing himself not to think about or see the scene, and tremblingly turned the handle.
There was no sound from the other end of the headphones, but the faintly flashing red light indicated that [X] was looking up information.
Less than a second later, [X] responded.
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