Crawling out of the sewers of the medical center, Helo shivered.

Before the security system could raise the alarm, he quickly hid himself in the crowd on the street. Unlike Hong Kong, which is full of dangers, this place completely unfamiliar to him makes him more relaxed.

Instead of immediately going to the place Sayaro had mentioned, he found a game arcade and hacked his personal account in Thorn Paradise with a string of hidden codes, trying to locate the search and rescue ship, but found nothing. Although he didn't have a deep personal relationship with the rest of the team, he did worry a little about Ando, a nasty guy, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Looking at the gray avatar, which symbolized the loss of contact, Helo let go of the handle in frustration, and after a moment of frustration, walked out of the arcade.

Midnight, the western suburbs of Washington, D.C.

It's a very different place from the city, as bustling and chaotic as Hong Kong's free zone.

Helo stepped out of the plane and picked a hidden path to walk in. Amidst the dilapidated industrial ruins, large and small, stands a huge spherical building that glows brightly at night. People in all kinds of costumes haunt the area, including gang members and criminals, street prostitutes, and even some unknown cults.

There was a confused and depraved atmosphere in the air, and Helo followed the instructions on the holographic map of the area that appeared in midair, and quickened his pace, bypassing the areas where the non-virtuous species gathered.

Unfortunately, the reality always backfires.

As he passed through a dark corner, several oddly shaped flying machines blocked his way.

Without exception, the wheels of these aircraft are equipped with blades, like a group of monsters with hideous shapes, and at first glance they look like the vehicles of illegals in a fight. Then he heard something unusual.

It was as if someone was whispering and wailing, interspersed with a little heavy gasping and a group of people laughing one after another, not loud, but enough to arouse his curiosity.

"Don't... No, I have a master... Please... Please spare me! ”

Heloh stopped, leaning lightly towards the source of the sound.

In the narrow alley, more than a dozen men dressed in punk clothes surrounded a teenager, who was unclothed, only a few belts were tied to his body, and a slave-like neck ring was fastened around his slender neck, and was pressed against the wall by several people.

"Please... Please... My master is Cizer, the boss of the Desire Zone, and he will be angry if you destroy me! He's horrible when he's angry, he's going to kill you all! Kill them all! ”

Cizer? So coincidentally the person he was looking for? Angry, Helo was a little surprised.

"Fuck, a shitty Kron slave who's ruined and thrown into a genetic waste recycling bin, Cizer cares about you? Of course, you're his favorite toy, and he might be sad about it for a while! A man grinned and stroked the boy's neck, pressed his head down his body, and unbuttoned his pants.

The other lifted the boy's waist and hips and lay on him like a dog.

"Don't... No! Not... I'm human too! I'm human too! ”

The boy was covered in a mouth and wept miserably and faintly, and his long blue hair, like seaweed, fell to cover his face, distorted by fear.

The boy's screams and the word "Kiron slave" pierced Helo's nerves instantly.

An irrepressible urge burned from his chest, and he grabbed a steel pipe from the industrial ruins that could be found everywhere on the ground, and swept it in his hand. Considering that the group might have guns in their hands, he hid his cat waist in a hidden place, and then slammed the steel pipe at the men who were ravaging the teenagers.

Impartially struck a man in the back, knocking him to the ground.

"Who! Who's there! ”

"It can't be Cizer who brought someone to save him, right?

"Save a Croon slave? Amusing! ”

Heloh picked up a stone and threw it in the other direction. Taking advantage of the fact that several people were attracted by the sound, Helo rushed towards the frightened boy who had collapsed on the ground, grabbed his hand and rushed in the direction of the playground, and the two of them stumbled and didn't run far before the roar of the engine hit behind them.

"There! Get them! ”

Several black shadows burst out of the shadows like lightning, enveloping the two of them, and the blinding light pierced them like dozens of blades, and the boy shrank behind Helo in fear.

"Where did you come from, get out of the way, or I'll make you into meat sauce at once!"

One of them grinned at him and twisted the throttle, and the blades on the wheels spun like a blender, sending out a cold glow.

"Why do you want to protect a cloned slave? Look at your little appearance of fine skin and tender meat, is it also a cloned slave, little pitiful, where is your master? Why don't you play with us? ”

"You... Let's go, these crazy guys are the "Knife Wheel Party", they will really kill you! ”

"I've never heard of a Knife Wheel Party."

Helo sneered and squeezed the steel pipe in his hand, unconsciously a purple flame ignited under his eyes, only to see the originally arrogant man opposite suddenly change his face.

"Here...... There's a ......! ”

"Kill him! Or he'll kill us! ”

As the flying machine swooped down on him, Herlo slammed the boy to the side, and a carp slid past the blade of the knife wheel, inserting the steel pipe in his hand into the axle at once, and the moment the body slid to the back of the aircraft, a series of sparks burst out from the knife wheel, and it stagnated and rotated as if it were scrapped.

The aircraft smashed obliquely to the ground, throwing the pilot to the ground together, and the knife wheel on the other side continued to rotate out of control, dragging the aircraft into the industrial ruins, creating a piercing sound no less than an explosion.

After running for a while, the boy squatted down panting: "Okay... They won't come after me, and they're on my master's territory. ”

Helo stopped, looked at the colorful building in front of him, and sure enough, he saw the holographic sign that marked "Desire I Look at the Forbidden Zone", in addition to the words, there was also a pair of holographic figures with beautiful movements.

Even an idiot can recognize at a glance what kind of place this will be.

Helo was a little intimidated, and his fair side face flushed.

If it weren't for the circumstances, Sayaro wouldn't have allowed him to come to such a place.

"You... Want to go in and have fun? I invite you? ”

The boy tugged at his arm in shock, but was stunned when he turned his head sideways.

"Your eyes ......"

"How?"

The silver-haired young man blinked his eyes unconsciously, the ghostly light under his eyes faded without a trace under the light of the neon lights, and his pupils were as clear as a wash, the boy thought that he was hallucinating, and quickly shook his head.

"Nothing. My name is Lancey, who are you and why...... Want to save me? ”

"Just passing by, I happen to be a friend of your master Cizer, can you take me to meet him?"

"No problem, please here." Lan Xi was surprised to introduce this strange visitor with a cold temperament to the point of abstinence into the elevator, and couldn't help but look him up and down, "It's just... You're visiting the ** restricted area for the first time, right? ”

"Hmm."

Herlo nodded, the elevator doors closed and opened in front of him, and a wave of enchanting sound came to his face, and what appeared in front of him was a psychedelic starry sky, as if stepping into another planet.

He blinked, and followed Lancey into a world full of filthy desire.

It was more dangerous than the underground casino he frequented in Hong Kong, especially the huge dance floor in front of him that he couldn't avoid - it was built like a circular altar, a group of slaves chained to the edge of the altar, as if for selection and viewing, the dance floor was crowded with people, and above the dance floor hung a large birdcage, in which a very explicit show was being performed.

A tall, mighty man was whipping a near-naked teenager while the teenager was kneeling and licking his feet with his hips twisted loosely.

Heloh had only glanced at him and twisted his head away, and quickened his pace, but several men had already gathered around him, whips and chains in their hands, and one of them, a bald, brown-skinned man, had come up to him and blocked his way, dressed like a pharaoh, and his skin was shiny.

"Hey, lonely little beauty! You're a Sub, aren't you? ”

"Hurry up, they're here to find slaves!"

Lancey grabbed his hand and pulled it to the side, and the brown-haired man had put a malicious hand on his shoulder. Helo dodged away and glared at him coldly, but he didn't expect the other party to carry a neck ring to put on his neck, and a group of people next to him laughed.

He couldn't hold back a punch that knocked the Pharaoh to the ground, and one foot stepped on something in his crotch.