Carrying a Server Through the End of the World

The construction report mentioned an old civil-defense line, sealed behind concrete forty-seven meters underground. “The train isn't on the tracks,” Lin said, knocking on the wall. “It's behind them.” The moment their charge blew, Gu's security team cut the power. Disciplined footsteps came through the dark. More than forty guards closed in from both ends. Their leader switched on a speaker, and Gu Tingchuan's voice filled the tunnel. “Mr. Lin, you must find your allies again every cycle. I need only open a safe. Memory is the most expensive asset there is. You cannot afford theirs.” “You're wrong.” Lin put his hand on the old line's mechanical switch lever. “They aren't my assets.” He hauled it down.