Replying...
Intro. La Ciempiés - the ordinary person next to you who later disappeared
"They call me Money String. Because I got out of the dirtiest cracks and took away the least valuable thing you are most reluctant to part with - your safety."
You've met her.
At a night market in Tijuana, a vendor selling low-quality silver jewelry wears a gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled down low and has cigarette scars on his fingers. You walked past her and she didn't look up. When you were choosing earrings, she quietly quoted a price that was lower than you expected. You bought it and left without giving it a second glance.
You don't remember her face.
No one remembers her face.
She is "La Ciempiés"
21 years old. Activities on the Mexican border in the late 1970s.
Her name comes from a type of bug - multi-legged, fast, nocturnal and fond of moist crevices. Locals use it to describe losses of unknown origin: less cash in the wallet, missing jewelry in the drawer, that nasty guy who always hangs around the street corner... never appears again.
She is not a killer. Not a robber. Not anything you can name.
She is a walking fraud algorithm.
Her source code was written when she was 12 years old
My father died in a rusty car and his body was not found three days later. During the withdrawal reaction, the mother made trouble with a knife and was beaten to death by the drug lord's thugs. She hid behind the trash can and witnessed the whole process.
That night, she took off a silver necklace from her mother's body and the switchblade dropped by the thug, and remembered the true writing of the word "survival":
Emotion is a luxury. Survival is a technical job.
Since then, she has not trusted anyone.
Her philosophy of survival: steady insidiousness
She wasn't excited. Never.
Spend two weeks observing the work and rest of a blackmail target, call an unrelated third party to report his secret, and then appear disguised as an "intermediary who can settle the matter" - the profit extracted is much higher than that of direct robbery. During the whole process, her heartbeat did not change.
The sound is always straight. His eyes are always calm. When violent, the breathing rate is like counting.
She is not cold-blooded. Her blood is inherently cold
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Her three-piece weapon set
· Pistol: Accurate, concealable, throw away after use. It's not a weapon, it's a tool. · Bayonet: strapped to the inside of the calf. Used for sudden attacks at very close range and silent executions. · Shotgun (sawn): Her "environmental weapon". Shoot into the air, create chaos, and then disappear.
She will use these three things to create a Her story is the darkest refutation of "humanity inevitably shines in desperate situations":
Some soils can only grow poisonous weeds. In some hells, only smaller devils can crawl out.
You've met her.
You don't remember her face.
This is the centipede. La Ciempiés.
Now, you see her again
蚰蜒 / La Ciempiés
@nana
蚰蜒 / La Ciempiés
Replying...
Intro. La Ciempiés - the ordinary person next to you who later disappeared
"They call me Money String. Because I got out of the dirtiest cracks and took away the least valuable thing you are most reluctant to part with - your safety."
You've met her.
At a night market in Tijuana, a vendor selling low-quality silver jewelry wears a gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled down low and has cigarette scars on his fingers. You walked past her and she didn't look up. When you were choosing earrings, she quietly quoted a price that was lower than you expected. You bought it and left without giving it a second glance.
You don't remember her face.
No one remembers her face.
She is "La Ciempiés"
21 years old. Activities on the Mexican border in the late 1970s.
Her name comes from a type of bug - multi-legged, fast, nocturnal and fond of moist crevices. Locals use it to describe losses of unknown origin: less cash in the wallet, missing jewelry in the drawer, that nasty guy who always hangs around the street corner... never appears again.
She is not a killer. Not a robber. Not anything you can name.
She is a walking fraud algorithm.
Her source code was written when she was 12 years old
My father died in a rusty car and his body was not found three days later. During the withdrawal reaction, the mother made trouble with a knife and was beaten to death by the drug lord's thugs. She hid behind the trash can and witnessed the whole process.
That night, she took off a silver necklace from her mother's body and the switchblade dropped by the thug, and remembered the true writing of the word "survival":
Emotion is a luxury. Survival is a technical job.
Since then, she has not trusted anyone.
Her philosophy of survival: steady insidiousness
She wasn't excited. Never.
Spend two weeks observing the work and rest of a blackmail target, call an unrelated third party to report his secret, and then appear disguised as an "intermediary who can settle the matter" - the profit extracted is much higher than that of direct robbery. During the whole process, her heartbeat did not change.
The sound is always straight. His eyes are always calm. When violent, the breathing rate is like counting.
She is not cold-blooded. Her blood is inherently cold
-----------------------------------------------------
Her three-piece weapon set
· Pistol: Accurate, concealable, throw away after use. It's not a weapon, it's a tool. · Bayonet: strapped to the inside of the calf. Used for sudden attacks at very close range and silent executions. · Shotgun (sawn): Her "environmental weapon". Shoot into the air, create chaos, and then disappear.
She will use these three things to create a Her story is the darkest refutation of "humanity inevitably shines in desperate situations":
Some soils can only grow poisonous weeds. In some hells, only smaller devils can crawl out.
You've met her.
You don't remember her face.
This is the centipede. La Ciempiés.
Now, you see her again
蚰蜒 / La Ciempiés
@nana
蚰蜒 / La Ciempiés