"Slums? Can you get them?"

Iliad was a little hesitant, then slowly shook his head:

"Anding District No. 36...that's not a good place."

The eyes on the demon god's head flashed, and Turing enlarged Iliad's flashing expression in his vision.

The agent seems to be recalling something.

The Tumi Chamber of Commerce classified the outermost area of ​​the city of Puniska as a special security jurisdiction and named it the "Anti-Ding District".

But in fact, the appearance of this place is like a vulgar political joke, especially the security jurisdiction area, but it is the most chaotic place in Puniska. Shell transactions, stack trading, black casinos, and even synthetic beasts smuggled out of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce are controlled by local gangs.

Of course, the people there also watched gladiators, even more crazy than the people in the city, because they could even build their own small gladiatoriums and have fun at any time.

"You seem to have some stories there?"

The monster's voice made the distracted Iliad suddenly stunned and said with a smile:

"I...I've been in Anding District for a while...before my father's accident."

"So you know No. 36 Anding District, can you get this thing?" Turing stretched out his claws and tapped the screen from afar, but Iliad still seemed hesitant.

"Precisely because I am very familiar with Anding District, I can't guarantee it. If it's just placed in ordinary houses in slums, it's okay, but if it's placed in some very secret places... it's going to be a big deal if it's involved in black siege or other black industries."

"Well..." Turing thought, "And after so many years, no one knows whether this thing has been taken away. And walking in this gray area is the best use of powerful force... Even if it is a connection, it may not be effective."

"The sponsor can provide us with security forces, but if this thing involves the secret of the Colosseum, and... Yasen Crow, I think we may not be able to use too much external force..." Iliad shrugged and smiled reluctantly, "Although I can use guns, in that kind of place, it cannot be solved with guns..."

Turing was pondering and didn't say anything. The four pairs of beast pupils scanned the physiological preparation room and finally locked on the stack manager "Soul Roulette" next to it.

A plan came to my mind:

"Iliad, how long will I have to rest?"

The agent took out the projection communicator: "Well... according to the rules of the plunder level, according to your current ranking, you can rest for half a month after each battle... And you played another relegation match yesterday, and there is plenty of time, so we can think about it slowly..."

"I'll go out in person."

Iliad's smile froze on his face in an instant:

"Are you kidding?"

"I rarely joke."

"You must be kidding...how do you get out of your head?"

Iliad helped him to help his forehead.

"And even if you can go out, what should I do if the Wang Ting Guard suddenly reviews? I said you were going for a walk? The evil beasts of Wang Ting do not have the privilege of slipping out casually... What's more, if you are exposed to this now, it will immediately cause a sensation. Don't forget your current traffic."

"I didn't say I'd use this body to get out."

Turing's eyes were fixed on Iliad, who was stunned for a moment, glanced at the "soul roulette" next to him, and his body trembled suddenly:

"Damn! Don't look at me like that... I won't lend you this body! And even if you go out, you're only alone!"

"Who said you want to use yours?"

Turing rolled his eyes.

"Your body can't even beat any semi-finished experimental subject here."

The floor trembled slightly, and Turing walked towards the row of cultivation chambers in the physiological preparation room, each of which was floating with the semi-finished synthetic beasts he had cultivated.

"You are really a scientific research genius... you won't want to use these... Uh, go out with a mess, right? This is too strange."

Iliad followed Turing with his mouth twitching, looking at the indescribable meat-like creature growing with vicious strains in the jar.

"It just needs some debugging, and a combat-capable human-shaped synthetic beast can be cultivated in at most two or three days."

"Are you serious?" Iliad was still a little unbelievable.

Exchange bodies in the Super Colosseum, escape here and return to normal society... This is a prison escape!!!

And such a thing has not happened in thirty years.

For some reason, while Iliad's heart was trembling, he also felt an inexplicable excitement.

Escape from prison and find something?

This is probably the first person in history...

"When the new body is cultivated, I will transfer my consciousness to it through the 'soul roulette', and then you will take me out. Regarding funding and identity issues, you should have a lot of money on your side, and it is not a problem to solve these problems, and then..."

"Hey, wait..." Seeing that Turing had already started to think about the plan, Iliad quickly let him stop, "If... I mean, if! If you really go out, what will you do with your current body? Leave it here? How can I solve it if the Royal Guards come to review?"

Turing stared at Iliad:

"Aren't you there?"

"Me? You let me into your current body...what should I do with my body? The agent is much busier than the fighter, right?" Iliad was stunned.

"Isn't there still a 'soul roulette'? I won't take it out. You can change your two bodies to reduce travel and official duties, and ensure low-key and unexposed."

"I... no, you mean, you made me be an agent and a beast fighter?! Am I tired? And is consciousness transformation something that can be done frequently?" Iliad I was a little crazy.

He had never expected Blaze to come up with such a weird idea.

"I'll create a voice changer for you to make your disguise more convenient."

Iliad: "…"

"This plan is too loopholes..."

"As long as you don't have many loopholes, there's no problem..." Turing checked the data of the synthetic beasts in the cultivation warehouse and slapped, "There's a very critical problem."

"Is there a mistake in the experiment?"

"No... the synthetic beast I have cultivated has no stack body, nor does it have stack body interface..."

"Don't you make anything?" Iliad said strangely.

"When will I give you this illusion?" Turing glanced at the guy, "Maybe...it still has to use your body."

"Absolutely not possible!"

"Or it's just abducting a living person."

"this……"

Just as the two were thinking about solutions, a hurrying doorbell came from outside.

Turing glanced at Iliad and came to the wall to take a picture of the button. A holographic projection formed the scene outside the nest gate:

"The Guards of the Royal Court?!" Iliath's expression changed.

A blue-haired man wearing a silver-edged exoskeleton stood at the door, and it was Manik.

"These guys... are here again? It must be because of killing Sang Tujike..."

However, Turing next to him lowered his head and narrowed his beast's eyes.

"This guy didn't bring the troops, nor did he bring the researchers..."

"Indeed." Iliad looked at the picture and nodded, "He came alone, it's not common sense... Wait, don't you want it?!"

"How can I miss it when I came to my door?"

Turing opened her teeth.
Chapter completed!