7th arrondissement.

Sting Street.

Qin Shou sat inside a coffee shop, looking out the window through the glass.

"Mr. William, your coffee." A waiter walked over and placed the coffee on the tray in front of Qin Shou.

When she put it down, she accidentally bumped into Qin Shou's shoulder.

"Ahh Sorry, Mr. William. ”

"It's fine." Qin Shou waved his hand and took a deep look at the waiter.

The waiters here are also androids, and in recent decades, the price of older models of androids has become cheaper and cheaper.

Compared to humans, androids are much more practical.

Qin Shou took a sip of coffee, well, it's too hot.

The virtual screen on the table is playing real-time news.

"Vipis Group launches a new generation of hovercar models at a current price of only 38,000 credits......"

"Blizzard game manufacturers launch cross-era simulation games, you only need 5,000 credits to enjoy ......"

"Fang Ya and Smith William are still at large......"

Qin Shou shrugged his shoulders, Black Eagle and the people who guarded each other were really not giving up.

The news of him and Fang Ya has to be broadcast almost every once in a while.

Whether it's a bionic person, a personal light brain, or a row of billboards on the street, it's everywhere.

It can be called all-weather, information bombardment without dead ends.

Pity.

Qin Shou glanced at his face through the coffee cup.

I'm afraid that Black Eagle and Mutual Defense can't imagine the way they look now.

The only regret is that this fake identity made by the peace front has only the right to live in the 7th district.

Qin Shou glanced at his brain, it was now two fifty in the afternoon.

There are still ten minutes left before the agreed three o'clock.

He had been in District 7 for more than a day, and after coming out of the base, he had wanted to go directly to District 8 through the rail station.

What I didn't expect was that Mutual Defense actually set up an identity check inside the rail station.

Not only is it required to pass the identity check, but it is also necessary to have a valid reason to use the rail station for regional circulation.

Qin Shou had a legitimate reason for a fart, and he withdrew directly.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the 8th arrondissement by smuggling.

In this way, there are pros and cons.

If something happens in District 8, as long as he is not caught red-handed, the suspicion of his current identity will be minimized.

But when faced with certain inspections, he has to be a little more intimidated, after all, there is no record of regional circulation on his identity record.

At this moment, someone pushed open the glass door of the café and walked in.

Qin Shou glanced at it and narrowed his eyes.

Fujiwara Sansuke.

He originally thought that the person who did this kind of thing would be a rat in a dark corner who could not see the light.

But it turns out that Qin Shou is still too young.

Fujiwara is the largest hovercar company in Azure Star and a small supervisor of a branch of the Vipis Group.

At the same time, he also has his own hovercar company, which is engaged in the rental and sale of hovercars.

This person's contact information is very easy to find, and it is publicly available on Skynet.

Qin Shou only sent a message anonymously, and he agreed to the request to meet.

"You're William Orr? Send me a message for that? Fujiwara Sansuke sat across the table with a grin, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and brought one for himself.

"Yes." Qin Shou nodded. William Orr is a pseudonym he took on the basis of a false identity.

Fujiwara cocked Erlang's legs, exhaled a puff of smoke, looked Qin Shou up and down in the smoke and said, "Say, find me something." ”

At this moment, the android waiter just now walked over.

"Mr. Fujiwara, may I ask you ......?"

"Get out!" Fujiwara suddenly became furious, picked up the coffee on the table and splashed the bionic waiter in the face!

"Don't you see Lao Tzu talking about things? Get lost! ”

The android waiter let out a soft scream, covered his face with his hands, and took a few steps back.

The hot coffee soaked her clothes, leaving ugly brown marks on the white waitress's uniform.

Even so, she kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujiwara, for bothering you."

"Mr. William, I'll prepare you a new cup of coffee at once."

Fujiwara did not hesitate to extinguish the cigarette in his hand on the table, and the wooden table was burned by the high temperature with a black spot, and brown soot was scattered everywhere.

He said to Qin Shou: "See, for this kind of garbage robot, you should give them a little color." ”

"Tell me, what are you looking for from me?"

"I want to go ......" Qin Shou didn't finish his words.

Fujiwara's light brain rang again.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys?" Fujiwara didn't hesitate to answer the communication request, not paying attention to what Qin Shou wanted to say.

I don't know who was chatting with him, and Fujiwara's face became very ugly.

"If Fez wants to steal business from me, then smash his shop!"

"Don't worry, I'll settle it over there."

At this time, the waiter brought Qin Shou another cup of coffee.

The artificial skin on her face was somewhat broken, and her right hand was also burned.

After serving the coffee, the waiter hurriedly retreated, afraid that he would be treated the same way again.

Fujiwara hung up the communication.

"Tell me what the hell are you looking for me?"

Qin Shou paused and said, "I want to go to the eighth district." ”

As soon as he heard this, Fujiwara's face became very strange, and he sneered and asked, "Who asked you to come?" ”

Qin Shou picked up the tissue on the tray and wrote down the name Miyano Nakahei with the ballpoint pen on the table.

That's what Kara told Fangya.

said that as long as he told Fujiwara this name, he would arrange the smuggling of the country.

But after Fujiwara saw the tissue, he made two sounds, suddenly leaned his upper body, and put his head on Qin Shou's shoulder.

"You're from Miyano?"

This question was not within Kara's reaction, and Qin Shou had to nod.

Fujiwara Sansuke said in a contemptuous tone, "But do you know that three days ago, I threw him into the Clay River with my own hands. ”

"My current boss, not him."

Alas, Qin Shou sighed, this guy Kara is really a pit.

"In other words, you don't have to talk about it, do you?" Qin Shou shrugged his shoulders and asked.

Fujiwara Sansuke chuckled twice, sat back and said coldly, "No." How could it not be discussed. ”

"100,000 credits, I'll send you over." There was a greedy glint in his eyes, "How's it going?" ”

Qin Shou sighed, according to Kara, he only needed five thousand credits before.

Fujiwara it is twenty times multiplied.

Qin Shou stood up, stretched out his right hand and said, "Since Mr. Fujiwara is not sincere, then forget about this matter." ”

"We'll see you again later."

It's a pity that Fujiwara Sansuke didn't mean to shake hands with him at all.

He turned to the side and said, "What? You said forget it? ”