Iron Rose City, Dongcheng District.

The official name of this area at the administrative level is Valding District, but people living here still prefer to call it the former name, the old district.

Although this place seems to be a chaotic and dirty garbage dump to those big names - the kind that is full of domestic waste and human-type garbage - for those who have lived here for generations and have been accustomed to the rules of the old district, the word "old district" is not only a place name, but also a symbol and a kind of persistence.

Just as the boss of [Iron Broom Bar] said: "The old area is the only area in the entire Iron Rose City that has a little human touch, especially when night falls, there will be a young man here to say hello to you. They will hit it off at first sight, and then they will be in a state of being polite to spend all your money, and finally forget each other. In those new urban areas where all the nouveau riche, you can't see this kind of scene!"

At this moment, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and it is the time when the enthusiastic young men come out for a walk after dinner and prepare to make money for breakfast.

Zizhai staggered in a dark alley on the old street.

A short distance away, the carefully designed pink S-shaped neon tube originally represented a perfect curve, but in the absence of maintenance and partial leakage, this sign that originally represented an ambiguous is now quite dazzling.

While escaping, Zizhai, who was carefully observing the surroundings, subconsciously glanced at the situation in the room and almost fell flat - this master was probably not 200 pounds!

Thanks to this look, he felt that his blood pressure had been much lower, and even the bleeding in the wound was slightly relieved.

Shaking his head, Zizhai made himself feel a little more awake. He was not a person who likes to think randomly, but when he was seriously injured, he felt that he needed to think about something to maintain consciousness.

Although the blood had soaked all the clothes in the windbreaker and the special chip on the left hand was completely burned, these serious injuries were fatal to ordinary people, Zizhai had no intention of giving up and his steps were still extremely firm.

You can't die, or... at least you can't die here.

"Damn the wall breaker." Zizhai murmured in a low voice, "not only do you cheat your own people... you dare to cheat time travelers-fortunately made some small arrangements in advance, otherwise it would be embarrassing if you really fell into your hands."

While muttering in a low voice, Zizhai found a secret door on the walls in the dark alleys of the old streets in the way she remembered. After activating the mechanical device, the secret door quickly opened. Zizhai flashed into it without hesitation.

Three seconds later, the secret door returned to its original state.

Ten seconds later, a small team was equipped with a full set of weapons and professional search tools. The deeply modified biochemical military police appeared. They skillfully turned on the chip detector, but according to the reality, no one here uses a second-generation smart chip, and there is no intelligent control device.

The open-air garbage dump in the old area seriously affected the sense of smell of the biochemical military police. Although it sounds a bit awkward, they did lose their goals.

When the search was fruitless, the captain of the military police team exchanged a few words and the deputy captain, then decisively retreated. After three minutes, they returned again, but they still found nothing.

Seeing that the return of the horse was ineffective, the team leader purified the air for a while, and finally had to withdraw the team in disappointment.

On the other hand, Zizhai, who entered the secret door, began to move along a winding corridor. Soon, a mechanical elevator with dim yellow light (or a lift is more suitable) appeared in front of Zizhai. He stepped onto the elevator without hesitation, pulled the sliding door manually, and then pulled the start wrench.

With the creaking sound of gears choking, the elevator slowly descended.

Zizhai, who was leaning in the elevator, finally lost consciousness because of excessive blood loss.

………………………………………

When Zizhai regained consciousness, he saw a strange ceiling.

"Your health is really good." Almost as Zizhai opened his eyes, an old voice came from not far away from him, "It can survive, and it can withstand the self-destruction of the second-generation chip, and it doesn't even require amputation."

"Zuo Jiang is my most important companion." Although the high dose of antibiotics made Zizhai dizzy, his mouth was still straightforward. "Without fully prepared, I would rather be exiled than take the initiative to rebel."

"What a pity." Facing Zizhai, who was stubborn, the other party seemed a little disappointed. "You should try mechanical modification of body. The cold touch is much more exciting than your own hands..."

Zizhai, who felt that the other party had something to say, did not follow up this time - he dared to bet that if he responded, the wheel would run over his face if he could not use a few words.

Of course, in Zizhai's heart, this doctor has changed from "sir" to "unscrupulous gentleman".

Facing the silent Zizhai, the "Old and Unscrupulous Mr.", who is a mechanical transformer and currently working as a part-time attending physician, smacked his lips in disappointment.

This person is not a fellow man, it’s a pity, it’s a pity.

The old and unscrupulous gentleman who felt sorry for choosing to get up and leave - before walking out of the room, he seemed to remember something and turned back.

"Your problem has been basically solved - the anesthesia is subsided, it may hurt a little. If you can overcome this pain, it's better to go to the chief's office immediately, which is also a test."

“…”

Zizhai didn't say anything, but just looked at the ceiling in front of him silently.

After conveying this sentence, Mr. Lao Bujing didn't hesitate too much and turned around and left the room. After closing the door, he muttered in a low voice that only he could hear.

"What a weird guy."

Murging, Mr. Lao Bujing decisively turned around and went to the only place where neon lights flashed underground - he walked out with satisfaction ten minutes later, and Shi Shiran went to the leader's office to report.

Then, just as Mr. Lao Bujing heard the "Please come in" and pushed open the door, the scene in front of him made him froze.

Zizhai, who had endured a huge amount of anesthetics and antibiotics, was already sitting opposite the leader and looking at himself with a smile. Judging from this posture, he seemed to have a good conversation with the leader?

"Mr. Kamo, don't be so surprised." Seeing Kamo, he was stunned. Zizhai, who had already learned the doctor's name from the leader, showed a smile on his face. "Your calculation is not wrong. I couldn't get up within ten minutes - you have no problem with me or myself."

Zizhai's words made the old and inappropriate Kamo blush - and just as he was about to force a few words, Zizhai's next words completely silent.

"After all, what you said, I'm a weird guy!"
Chapter completed!