Right on Target Chapter 8

The car rushed past the illusory figure of the advertising star, like a heavy artillery shell being thrown out, knocked down another fence with a "bang", slid into a garden, and made a loud noise when it landed.

Su Heting held on to the seat belt tightly, and his head hit the roof due to the violent vibration of the car. If his ears hadn't drooped so quickly, he would have been seriously injured.

The car slid into a rosebush and died.

Su Heting's chest rose and fell, and he and Xie Zhenshu looked at each other.

After a while, he asked, "Are you at the station?"

"Almost," Xie Zhenshu opened the car door, "I suggest walking the rest of the way."

The motorcyclist on the viaduct got out of the car and stood on the edge of the fence looking down.

It was already dark, and the buildings below were covered by projection advertisements. The light effect pollution in the black market is particularly serious. The night scene is like a children's playground, crowded with various stereoscopic projections, like a glare forest. The sports car rushed into this bustling area, like falling into a kaleidoscope, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The cars on the elevated road were all blocked here, and there was a lot of noise from behind. The aircraft of the armed group landed smoothly, and several members jumped down to maintain the surrounding order amidst the sound of sirens.

A member of the armed group wearing a gas mask spotted the biker, rushed towards him, and shouted: "Armed group, squat down!"

The biker took off his helmet, instead of squatting down, he walked towards the armed group instead. As he walked, he raised his hands high, as if he was caught without a fight.

"Don't move!" The member of the armed group was a young man, he didn't dare to shoot rashly, he just threatened, "Stop! Or I will shoot—"

The biker smashed his helmet over the little brother of the armed group: "Mom sells the **** son, the bad boy's fourth son."

He spat at his feet, picked up the smothered little brother, and moved his head closer to the little brother: "Go, shoot!" His eyes were red, and they were a pair of remodeled eyes. He fixed his eyes on the little brother of the armed group, like a poisonous snake: "Call the monk right away and tell him that the Viper is waiting for him here!"

The garden is a fake.

All the gardens in the anti-system living area are fake, and now you can't even grow vegetables, let alone flowers and plants. These are just phantoms used by the black market to beautify the night scene.

Su Heting put on his hood, put up the pocket of his sweater, and thanked the pillow book.

They passed through the shadow of the rose, climbed over the fence, and took the street on the right.

The street is dirty, with puddles everywhere. The buildings on both sides are very old, even if there are countless light boards, you can still see the age. The windows facing the street are covered with steel bars, like sealed coffins.

"Cat," a few e-cigarette splicers gathered in the distance, and they shouted at Su Heting, "Would you like to sleep with me?"

Su Heting slightly raised his head, revealing his face under the hood.

His nose was reddish, and there were still scars on his face from being smashed by the monk with the **** of the gun that day, and his eyes were very unhappy: "I will yell at you again."

His remodeled eyes are beautifully colored and look brand new.

New can be scary.

Because implant repairs cost a lot of money, in the black market, there are only two types of rich stitchers. One is to work for the big boss, and the other is a frequent visitor to the Colosseum. In order not to be eliminated as garbage by the New World, they must risk their lives to make money.

Several people retracted their heads again.

Xie Zhenshu suddenly turned a corner and went directly into a darker narrow alley.

There is no light here, and the ground is full of potholes, which are all accumulated water in rainy days, so it is very difficult to walk.

"Friend," Su Heting said, "you can only give me the information when you arrive at the station?"

Xie Zhenshu threw the storage device in his hand to Su Heting.

"Thank you." Su Heting caught the storage device, stopped, and looked at Xie Zhenshu's back, "We met by chance, where are you going to send me?"

Xie Zhenshu also stopped, but didn't turn around in a hurry, but stretched out his hand to grab the broken handle on the side, and tugged hard.

There is a door hidden here.

The light inside came out and shone on Xie Zhenshu's hand. He turned sideways and glanced at Su Heting, and it was clearly written "Love can't get in" in his eyes.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Suddenly half of his body protruded from the door, it was a hermit with his big sleeve robe, "You two came in." He turned his head towards Su Heting and patted the back of his head, "I was just now Fighting your brains in the safe zone."

The safe zone is the network space of splicing people under Xing Tian's surveillance, where the hermit got his head blown off. The safe zone is different from the penalty zone, where injuries won't affect offline, and it doesn't matter if you die several times.

Xie Zhenshu had already bent over to go in.

Only then did Su Heting notice that Xie Zhenshu was tall, surpassing himself. He followed closely, wanting to bend down too, but found it was unnecessary.

"It's a good time for you to come," the hermit carefully closed the door, "I'm afraid you will be caught."

It's hot inside, a small bar with an advertising screen on, and it's full of stitchers.

"Let me introduce to you," the hermit led Su Heting to a seat, "this is my brother Maozai. Zai, these are friends."

Su Heting didn't take off his hood, but nodded slightly as a greeting.

He doesn't like to make friends, especially friends with rude eyes. He can hide his ears, but not his tail. The tail sticks out, telling everyone that he is a lycanthropist.

This kind of splicing people with animal features usually stays on the last two floors of the trading ground, and rarely appears in the Colosseum.

"I got all my news from here." The hermit sat down opposite Su Heting. This table was also very narrow, and only two glasses of water could be placed. His voice was very low: "Have you got the information?"

Xie Zhenshu sat behind Su Heting, there was no gap between the stools, and the two of them could be said to be back to back.

Su Heting erected the storage device and lowered his voice, as if preventing Xie Zhenshu from hearing: "What is this?"

"Information," the hermit widened his eyes, "you haven't read it yet?"

"No time," Su Heting said, "Look now."

He flicked his tail, and the tip of the tail turned into a port, which was lightly connected to the storage.

Data upload takes only one second.

There is no text in the storage, only a very short video. The video footage is blurry, apparently captured under unusual circumstances.

[Several people were carrying a stretcher in the midnight rainstorm. The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, but the outline under the white cloth was not a complete body, but amputated limbs. A surveillance camera flickered somewhere, and someone looked towards the camera. 】

The screen began to shake, and the sneak photographer realized that he was exposed and started to run.

[The panting sound of running lasted only a few seconds, and the sneak photographer was knocked to the ground. 】

The picture doesn't end here.

【The candid photographer was dragged towards the stretcher and overturned the stretcher while struggling. The things under the white cloth fell out, and they were two legs. The blood on the base of the leg was not removed, it was newly cut. One leg reads "Gyllites" and the other reads "In and Out Safe". 】

Su Heting was attracted by the pictures in the storage, he had seen these legs before.

"Sichuan Mahjong invites you to fight to the end!"

An advertisement sounded like thunder in his ears.

Su Heting was like a cat frightened by a cucumber. His thigh hit the table, and the water glass on the table immediately fell over. He retracted his legs very quickly, and the stool hit the back with a "bang"

Xie Zhenshu at the back just got up and was not bumped, but Su Heting leaned over at once.

"Hey!" The hermit stretched out his hand to grab something empty.

Su Heting lightened his hood, and Xie Zhenshu had already grabbed him.

"Ah—" the hermit wanted to praise the pillow book, but then looked at Su Heting. He stood there awkwardly for a while, and shouted dryly: "Okay!"

Accompanied by the applause, all the water on the table poured into Su Heting's pants.

The author has something to say:

①: Something bad about Lao Tzu.

The Sichuan dialect consultants this time are Xiao Luo and Xiao Yu~

Chapter end