Brown sewage, with a pungent smell of acid-alkali copper, flows out of the drains. The metal floor, which has been in disrepair for a long time, has been corroded for a long time and has become potholes.

Kicked away a mutated three-legged deformed cat that had been drinking sewage for a long time, and a middle-aged man with a blood skull tattooed on his head walked over in a dejected manner.

The resentment flashing in his eyes made the middle-aged man look gloomy. Possessed by anger, the murderous intent is soaring, but he is bound by the rules and regulations, and he cannot be liberated.

At this time, the middle-aged man is like a blasting canister stuffed with explosives, which will explode at any time.

"Are you angry?" A burst of voices that were clearly electronic synthesizes, but with an eerie aria, sounded in the dark alleys.

The middle-aged man raised his reddened eyes violently, and opened his eyes wide, making him look like angry King Kong: "Who?" Who is there pretending to be a god and playing tricks, get out of here!! A roar echoed through the alley, a shadow squirmed in the corner, and a humanoid creature with a dangerous aura slowly crawled out.

It is obviously rickety, but the wide and curved body gives people a twisted sense of power.

The gray cornea covers the dark gold eyeball, giving it an eerie and mysterious look. The specially tailored black robe could only see a touch of cold cyan rough scales.

The middle-aged man quietly took out a miniature electromagnetic gun, a small but murderous muzzle, and faintly pointed at the other party: "Who are you?" What do you want to do? The voice was like meeting an air conditioner, shrinking unnaturally.

The strange humanoid creature blinked his eyes, and the middle-aged man could even hear the inhalation of the cornea.

"Do you want revenge? I'll give you a chance. Squirming and turning, two thick arms covered in cold cyan scales reached out.

The middle-aged man looked at the small pulse cannon in the other party's hand, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink hard: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Smack"

A brand-new magnetic card that shimmered with the luster of the trading point was thrown in front of the middle-aged man. Fortunately, the other party moved slowly and was not hostile, otherwise the middle-aged man who was extremely nervous might have fled.

Keeping his face facing the other party, the middle-aged man did not move his upper body, bent his legs, slowly squatted down, stared at the creature opposite, and reached out to grab the magnetic card.

Some cool magnetic cards made the middle-aged man's eyes flash. There was no need for the other party to talk nonsense, the middle-aged man nodded his wrist, and a thin, paper-like trader popped up on his personal terminal.

Swiped the magnetic card to the trader, and suddenly a prompt sound made the middle-aged man smack his tongue.

"Drop! No password magnetic card, balance 5,000 transaction points! ”

Holding the magnetic card tightly, the middle-aged man felt a stream of heat, and it rushed directly to his head along the soles of his feet. His hands shook as if they had a vibrator installed. The hairs all over his body were tippy, and they all shivered.

After a lifetime of struggle, the middle-aged man has never seen so many trading points. With these trading points, not only can the gang that has begun to rot be rectified, but a few concubines in the family will definitely regain the "enthusiasm" of the past.

But the strange creature in front of him quickly gave the middle-aged man a dilemma.

"Kill Li Qiang! These trading points are yours, and when they are done, they are paid. "The viper-like electronic synthesized sound, reverberating in the alley, makes people feel chilled at the tips of their hairs.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his fingers shook, and the magnetic card fell to the ground: "Kill Li Qiang?" Kill a third-level citizen? ”

Faced with a magnetic card with a limit of 5,000, the middle-aged man showed for the first time that "money is like dung".

"Even if you give Lao Tzu 10,000 trading points, we won't do it!" The middle-aged man is short of money, but he is very sorry for his life. The killing of a third-degree citizen will certainly attract the investigation and attention of the Federal Police.

That's not all, citizens generally open their personal records for safety. In this way, as long as he shows up, he will never think about a peaceful birthday in this life.

The kind of bad life of hiding in the sewers every day and only getting along with dirty mutants, middle-aged men don't want to try. At that point, even if there are millions of trading points, what can be?

The humanoid crunched its body, like a cold-blooded animal, lying on the ground, its jaws slightly raised, revealing a little cold cyan.

Looking at the middle-aged man with an expressionless face, the strange electronic voice of the humanoid creature sounded again: "I know your concerns, but with this, it is enough for you to go on an adventure." As he spoke, the black robe seemed to be lifted by a breeze, revealing a corner, and a delicately crafted button was thrown over.

The buttons are heavy, just like a solid one. There was only a hidden knob on it, and under the signal of the humanoid, it was gently pressed, and in the silent vibration, the whole button began to heat up.

Soon, the buttons were accompanied by vibrations, and they became hotter and hotter until they were a little hot.

The middle-aged man looked at his hands in a daze, and his voice was like a ghost, with a faint upward glide: "This is"

Like chameleons, the hands reflect colored light waves, faintly blending in with the surrounding scene. Looking at the looming hands, the middle-aged man's eyes gradually became bloodshot, like an estrus bull who saw a big red cloth: "Can this thing make me invisible?" Even after seeing the effect with his own eyes, the middle-aged man was still a little incredulous.

The federal government is technologically advanced, but it has a staggeringly strict management system in many military and criminal fields.

Chameleon buttons like this are enough to sell several blood skeletons on the black market at a unit price

Following Leon and listening to the chatter, the group soon came to a spacious and clean hallway.

It's still crowded, but it's a paradise compared to the canned sardines. At least people are not physically attached to each other, exchanging body odors and even body fluids.

A few people, led by Leon, walked to a slightly clean corner, where two groups of people were arguing.

"What are you doing?"

The tongue is like an anesthetic, long and curly, and the pronunciation is more like that of a preschool child, and the words are slurred. Two alien creatures half the size of normal humans, covered in yellow skin, with small bulges of flesh sticking to them, were arguing loudly about something with an arthropod reptile in a lame lingua franca.

Li Qiang has enough immunity to extraterrestrial creatures, but when he sees the appearance of the two sides, he can't help but be slightly stunned.