"The night is always the best cover for sin."
"Actually, it's not the night, it's concrete."
Gu Tao plummeted from thirteen thousand kilometers, chatting casually with Satania in the process, like a Zen riddle, yet it didn't affect their communication at all.
At around eight thousand kilometers, Gu Tao activated his glider wings and began to soar through the air silently like a bird. The facial armor blocked the wind by his ears, and all he could see was a simulated map, with both his and the target's points marked on it, feeling like playing a high-definition game modded with Iron Man in Grand Theft Auto V.
"One thousand four hundred meters to the target point, please descend."
"I'm already decelerating. By the way, Satania, I want to ask you something."
"Captain, your suddenly mellow tone makes me think you're about to assault me; I'm your virtual assistant, please abandon your dangerous thoughts and behave."
