"How is it now?"
The small door was pushed open once again, and the man in the military uniform entered, carrying a scythe as tall as a man on his back.
"There's been a slight hiccup, but it's nothing serious,"
Streaks of light danced across the gaunt man's cheeks, "I've found their data input port."
"Let's hope you don't make another mistake," the man in the military uniform said coldly, glancing at his wristband for the time.
"There's no storm I haven't seen," the gaunt man sneered, and at that moment, the glow on his body paused briefly. His eyes narrowed slightly, "The same trap again, is this guy provoking me? No, that's an interesting disguise,"
The structure of the palm connected to the data lines glittered brilliantly, "I've got you now, little one!"
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