You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Anderson thought for a moment.

He decided to stay here and wait. At five thirty, the delivery vehicle would arrive.

He wanted to leave here by hiding in the truck during the delivery gap. Although the delivery men were also theirs, without transportation, he couldn't leave his current location.

Weeds grew outside the villa door, and there were some abandoned brick walls.

Vaguely, he could see other houses not far away, but none were lit. Anderson guessed that this might be an abandoned or unfinished resort. He hid behind a concealed brick wall. Fortunately, he was rather small, which was conducive to hiding.

He waited quietly. To prevent himself from falling asleep, he turned on his mini computer and compiled another program, utilizing the current time. Because he found that connecting to the internal network, some smart home devices on the internal network could be controlled, such as wine cabinets, intelligent curtains on the third floor, intelligent sensor lights. He could destroy their control programs.

Although he didn't know if he could use them, it was better to be safe than sorry.

In the early winter morning, it was extremely cold.

He didn't wear much indoors, but it was completely different in the wilderness. At the moment, his little hands were stiff with cold and not flexible enough to operate the needle.

with cold, his teeth

only benefit was that

by,

light appeared on the horizon. The sun had not risen yet, and dawn

was filled with the chill of

under construction halfway, with dozens of houses sporadically and some simple

entire abandoned resort was blocked by the secondary mountain range of Phoenix Mountain to the

black guards change shifts

then entered the house. Anderson speculated that the shift change was over. No one

because he had gotten up late these past two days. Moreover, when he left the

for a while

time displayed on the

heard the sound of wheels rolling over gravel. The truck seemed to be a

hurriedly changed

seen by the black guards