Mirai looked at the empty corner, seeming perfectly calm. He showed no suspicion, merely staring at the map in his mind.
Suddenly, the purple marker vanished from Mirai's view on the map.
The corner of Mirai's lips curled up. He shoved hard against the wall, and like an arrow leaving a bow, he used the recoil to leap backward.
Then the corpse rolled across the floor and swiftly rose to its feet, standing right in front of a woman dressed in purple.
The woman was clearly startled when Mo Ran blocked her and hurriedly took a step back. But rows upon rows of servers surrounded her. There was nowhere to retreat.
A closer look showed that the woman had dark skin and hair styled in an exaggerated punk fashion. There was a mole at the corner of her left eye. Purple dominated her outfit, and even her lipstick and eyeshadow were exaggerated shades of purple.
When Mirai caught her on the spot, the woman laughed angrily. "How did you... find me?"
"If I said I saw your transmission beacon on the ground the moment I arrived, would you believe me?" Mirai asked casually, one hand gripping a server rack.
The woman obviously nodded in agreement.
At the same time, 85's figure slowly appeared behind Mirai, looking at the woman before him.
"It's you, Shadow!" 85 said expressionlessly.
The moment she saw 85, the woman burst into laughter, delighted like a lively child. "Mm~ Yes, but in your words: now, we're both mercenaries."
"A soldier," 85 said unhappily.
"You're a mercenary now." Shadow clearly had no intention of missing this chance to mock him.
"You've done enough shady things already." Mirai interrupted their verbal clash. "Now who's going to clean up Heinz Group's mess?"
"You're the boss, so of course you'll