Kaiyun never lost sight of his goal, and as such, he knew very well that to achieve it, he had to do everything well. The young man www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion walked through the street, cautiously avoiding the sewage, garbage, and rats scurrying beneath his feet, to the door of a dilapidated tavern.

It's called a tavern only because of the fact that there is a falling electronic luminous board hanging on it, and a few faint neon tubes on it combine to form the letters 'BAR' for the tavern. It does not function as much as a tavern, and the small bungalow building stands behind a tall steel machine.

Looking over, there was a gasoline drum at the door of the tavern, and the inside of the barrel was full of flames, and there were things that Kaiyun didn't want to pay attention to at all. Outside the oil drum, a cartoon rugby and fist combination is painted in red paint, indicating that the area is controlled by the Makia forces.

No one who lives here is unaware of the meaning of this pattern: the apparent order of Area 16, like the rest of the planet, is maintained by an artificial intelligence agency known as the Authority. And the underground order ......

It is handled by the Makya forces engaged in organ trading, drugs, kidnapping, killing, and scrap metal trade.

And Kaiyun, as a debt collector, knows more than ordinary residents: the underground boss of District 16, where he not only engages in these cold-blooded criminal activities, but also does money lending.

He dared to borrow any of Macia's debts, no matter how big or small. It's just that he doesn't lend money directly to people who borrow money from him, but lends it to debt collectors like Kaiyun, and the debt collectors lend it out. The purpose of this is very simple, it is nothing more than to tell your subordinates that these debt collectors who are willing to take risks for their money are your business to take his principal and how much interest to add. But if you don't fight for your life, try to get back the principal you lent and the interest that belongs to Macia......

It doesn't matter.

Really, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, even if the debt collector sticks his own money, he can't pay it back, isn't Makia also doing the transaction of buying and selling human organs?

Thinking of this, Kaiyun swallowed unconsciously. He walked over to the tavern and focused his gaze on a man with a hooked nose by a burning gasoline drum.

The man was nearing the end of his life, and only a few strands of thinning hair remained on his bald head. He wore a gray vest on his upper body, and his back was bent like a cooked prawn. And the lower body ...... The rat-eyed man was waist-down, transformed into a pair of tank-like roller tracks. He didn't see Kaiyun coming, waving his new steel right arm and whispering something to the other tattered transants around him.

The rat-eyed man was thin and small, but his voice was not inferior, and Kaiyun could hear it clearly from afar.

"The knife made of third-grade steel is very pure, and it is completely different from your first-class steel." The man's forearm is directly a mechanical steel knife connected to the upper arm. As he spoke, his right hand suddenly waved...... Defenselessly, he waved at a reformer who was squatting beside him!

There was hardly any sound of steel clashing, and the transformer just made a casual move, and the five fingers on the mechanical arm were like tofu, easily cut by the steel knife. The incision is smooth and flat, and you can see some red and yellow wires inside, crackling blue electric sparks.

The mechanical finger was severed off, and the transformer felt no pain. Instead, like a child who sees an interesting toy, he is ecstatic, and picks up his severed mechanical stump and shows it to the others: "Amazing, amazing, amazing." First-class steel, everything is broken. If I want to get a third-level steel knife like this, I dare to put a larger amount of debt. But ......"

He turned his head to face the steel arm turned into a weapon in the man's hand, with a look of envy in his eyes: "Raff, how much is your thing?" Have you been assessed by the Authority? Can the body use grade 3 steel? ”

"What kind of money, you look like a rich man? Well done work, Mr. Makjah gave it to me. He has a clear reward, and you can be rewarded for your efforts. The man called 'Raff' laughed, waved his new arm in the air a few more times, and let it go. He took out a dirty handkerchief, wiped the blade of the knife with care, and squeezed his eyebrows to see his blurry projection on the surface of the knife: "Authority assessment? Joke, that's that they are wary of personal modification too much, and they are worried about affecting the security of the area. Who are we? We are Mr. Makja's people, and we don't care what he does so much. If you want to listen to the Authority, it is better to go to the factory honestly to work. ”

"But...... Because those ...... Those neural signals exchange and so on, anyway, the more advanced the material, the more strong the brain function is required to drive. The severed finger of the man's right hand reached for his mechanical arm and pulled off a red wire. This action instantly made the annoying electric spark at the severed finger disappear completely: "Most ordinary people's brains are not good, so the main material for body transformation uses first-grade steel, and a small number of people can use second-grade steel, so that they can move normally." How could you possibly ......"

"Hey. Don't look at me like this. I was a bounty hunter in my youth, chasing fugitives from the Authority's bounty, and killing the membrane creatures outside of Area 16. The reflexes and willpower that were exercised during those days should not be underestimated. Otherwise, how could Mr. Macia make me his subordinate, in charge of you debt collectors? Speaking of his own business, Raff smugly pointed at his almost bald head with the tip of his knife: "Grade 3 steel is nothing. I'm amazing, twenty years ago, as long as I mentioned Rat Eye Raff, who didn't know? The lower body has a pair of blade feet, and the main material is a better material than the third-grade steel, the first-class alloy steel. At that time, I was in the Level 3 security area outside Area 28, chasing a fugitive to the ruins after the 'cataclysm', and suddenly encountered ......"

Speaking of this, Raff didn't seem to be thinking of anything pleasant, and he waved his hand impatiently, his eyes falling on Kaiyun who was walking by.

"Huh." The mouse-eyed man looked at the swollen corner of the young man's eye, and laughed in a slightly exaggerated tone: "I heard, Kaiyun, you chased that guy for almost a night last night before you got the money back, and you were beaten." ”

Kaiyun didn't say much, and replied lightly: "His arm was also abolished by me." ”

This sentence caused several other debt collectors who had modified their bodies to laugh. The debt collector whose finger was cut off just now raised his palm, which was only half broken, and shook it in front of Kaiyun: "Even if you never put a high amount of debt, it's best to learn from us to change to a mechanical body as soon as possible." For your own good, otherwise, if you are really forced to be anxious for a few money, and you don't even care about Mr. Macia's face, you will be in big trouble. ”

"Whatever the hell he does." Another debt collector at the oil drum gave the boy a cold look. His thin face had a mechanical jaw that opened and closed as he spoke. The voice came from the gap in the jaw, and it sounded more like an electronic voice speaking out: "This is still to be thought, people who still maintain pure flesh in this world, aren't they all naïve to want to go to Agarta?" If he changed his mechanical body, even if it was just a finger, Agartha would not accept it. ”

As soon as the word 'Agarta' was spoken, the elderly debt collectors at the oil barrel all shook their heads in unison. Raff rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression. He didn't mention it anymore, and the rat-eyed man turned the tracks of his lower body, like a miniature chariot, and slid in front of the young man: "What you want to do is your business, I just care what you should do now." ”

"This month's money, cash or resident card transfer?"