Shadow Grid
The city lay in uneasy silence. Streetlights flickered over shattered concrete, casting long, jagged shadows. Drones hummed overhead, their infrared beams slicing through darkness like narrow knives. Every alley, every ruined rooftop, every hollowed-out storefront had become a potential battlefield. Gu Tingche crouched over the console, eyes scanning the live feed. The LX-02 signal pulsed faintly, weaving in a pattern that was too calculated to be accidental. A trap had been triggered in the previous sector. He traced the pulse with a finger. “They’re baiting us further. It’s a lure, and someone is watching every reaction we make.” Lin Xia leaned close, fingers brushing the edge of the holographic map. The fleeting contact made her pulse skip. “And the traps?” she asked, her voice calm b
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