"Hey, are you serious? If you want to kill us, why do you still take us into the city, it's too troublesome, right? Wouldn't it be nice to put some poison in the dish? Yuna frowned.

"He needs us access to the core memory card so that he can put the blame on us, even if he kills us. The reason why it is so troublesome is because of our alliance with the Sunset Group, and even if we want to do it, we need to have a good reason. Zhang Lan connected all kinds of information that happened in his mind, and this deduction was the final result of the calculation, "The discarding of the core memory card was accidental, but Joe Barton wanted to use it as an opportunity to kill us, and he had to admit that this was an extremely risky plan." ”

"He dared to try no matter how risky he was." Yuna recalled Joe Barton's arrogant appearance on the qualifying battlefield, "This guy has always used the battlefield as a playground, he is a madman, he has dominated the position of ranked one for twenty years, and no one can shake it. ”

"I've heard the legend of him, known as the strongest man in history, also known as the 'Extreme Cold', and no one can survive the battlefield with him." Zhang Lan's information about Joe Batton is provided by Mark.

"Someone survived, Apollo and Ye Wuchang, the people who have constantly challenged him in the past 20 years, the craziest one, Qiao Barton even let the two of them go up together and have a closed-door battle, but they fought for 7 days and 7 nights, and all 3 people entered the energy storage period before stopping...... The result was a tie. Yuna's body trembled a little at the mention of the name.

Joe Barton can be said to be the dream of all heaven-level demigods, not only has powerful abilities and top-level divine powers, but also truly turned over and became the master of fate, being regarded as his own brother by Barton, given the same surname, and truly becoming a bureaucrat.

It is no longer a dog or horse in the traditional sense, and it will not be sacrificed easily.

"If he makes a move, what are our chances of survival?" Zhang Lan needs parameters.

"0, if he wants us to die, there is no chance of survival at all, this is not an arithmetic problem, but a proposition." Yuna, who was driving a taxi, held the steering wheel tightly.

"That said, the only way is to find Lilith and leave the Big Apple before Joe Barton makes a move." Zhang Lan's battle plan was drawn up.

"Please don't forget, Alice isn't easy to mess with, and we don't have much time left." Yuna struck the steering wheel as she spoke, and the yellow cab drove up the side road to Queens.

At the same moment, a large maglev armored truck also drove out of the underground parking garage of the Imperial Hotel, and Alice, who was sitting in a separate communication room, connected to Joe Barton's communication.

"Hi beauty, long time no see, do you miss me?" Joe Barton accosted the camera like a ruffian.

"No, now report on the progress of the mission." Alice still said coldly, "The salvation operation has officially begun, Zhang Lan and Yuna and a demigod bug are heading to Queens. Zhang Lan is very shrewd, abandoning the car we prepared on the road, getting rid of audio and video surveillance, and currently can only lock their position, with an error of about 1 meter. ”

"If nothing else, our guests have found themselves dying, and now like a catfish that has been drained of its pool, it is about to start struggling." Joe Barton leaned back on the couch and said leisurely.

"The subordinates don't understand, why let Zhang Lan get close to the core? At the heart of the matter is the survival of the Imperial Group, and it should not be known to such people who are destined to die. Alice took issue with Joe Barton's layout.

"In his opinion, maybe it's an excuse to get rid of them, but I don't need an excuse when Cho Barton wants to kill someone. If you ask me why, my answer is, it's more fun. Joe Barton excitedly.

"You're risking your life with the Imperial Group." Alice reminded.

"yes, who called me an executive director, you're not. Keep an eye on my prey, I'll be back in 2 days, and they have to stay in Queens until I come back. Joe Barton finally got serious.

"I can't fully carry out this order, according to the original plan, once he finds the core, I will start to act, I will not wait for you deliberately, I need to be responsible for the security of the Imperial Group." Alice said firmly.

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you." Joe Barton said and hung up the communication.

If the Big Apple is described as a science fiction city, then Queens is the sin behind the casting of this glamour.

From the very beginning of the relocation of all heavy industries to this area, a large number of low-class people were forced to move here and became permanent "temporary residents".

The chip on the back of their neck is the most basic blue card, which must be replaced once a month, and some of the earliest residents have changed their blue card more than 30 times, and still cannot get the so-called green card as described in the Empire Group advertisement.

They can't leave Queens, they can't stop working, and their monthly pay, in addition to barely enough food rations, is used to buy new blue cards.

Yes, the blue card chip is also a valuable item used here for trading, and it is a hard circulating currency. If anyone has 10 blue cards in their hands, they can make the proudest Queens beauties also kneel and lick your shoes.

Wealth does not belong to these low-class people called "firewood" at all, and the only way to become rich is through crimes written in the constitution. Therefore, gangs are rampant here, all kinds of contraband, casinos, black bars, and skin and meat trading have become a natural way to survive under the neon lights.

Queens, this is a land that even taxis are absolutely reluctant to drive into, so when Yuna's yellow taxi stopped on the side of the road, the eyes of many firewoodmen around were naturally attracted.

Opening the pure glass hatch, the two of them got out of the car, dressed in a high-end suit, with a long knife and pistol, Zhang Lan and the environment can be described as incompatible, especially the special symbol of chip colonization on the back of his neck, which proves that his identity is more noble, at least at the foreign guest level.

Such a person even appeared in Queens without a guard, what is the difference between feeding and feeding.

"Hey, do you have any money?" A tall black man standing up from the side of the road stepped forward and blocked Zhang Lan's path with his door-like figure.

His hands had been transformed into mechanical prosthetics, one a chainsaw and the other an iron hook, which were the most basic and low-level modifications, but they were extraordinarily infiltrating.

"I'm in a hurry, I didn't bring any money, so I'll send you in a car." Zhang Lan handed the key to the Black Iron Tower in front of him, but when he looked back, the window had been smashed, and two little hairy children who looked less than 10 years old got into it and drove away in just 5 seconds.

"Okay, the car is gone, how about you keep the key as a souvenir?" Zhang Lan said helplessly.

"Knife stay!" The black man was also considered to be knowledgeable, stretched out two mechanical hands, and directly rushed towards the long knife in Zhang Lan's hand.

A red light flashed, Zhang Lan took a step forward, bypassed the black man and came behind him, and slowly retracted the knife into the sheath, "I'm sorry, this can't be given to you, I want it, you have to exchange your life." ”

After saying that, Yuna had already grabbed Zhang Lan's arm, like a drunken lover, walking along the dirty street, and then looking at the two mechanical arms of the black man, they were directly cut into, tall guys, and instantly became disabled.