Xie Xu believed most of it.

Because in essence, he is still affected by Tu Ran's previous brainwashing, and he will have a subconscious trust in Tu Ran.

"Say, why did you kill Xie Zhao, what are you hiding from me?" Tu Ran stared at the communicator's screen.

Xie Xu on the screen frowned, he didn't like Tu Ran's tone very much.

"You'll know, I'll deal with Xie Xieao first." With that, hang up.

Tu Ran pouted at the screen under the dark.

What is it that she will know? It's straightforward, what's the sale?

Because her appearance as a robot has been exposed, and it is easier to attract attention with a mechanical braincase, so she took out a gray sweatshirt from the space and changed into it, tied her hair back behind her head, put on a hat and mask, and took a picture in the rearview mirror in the car.

Tu Ran looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, she seemed to be more conspicuous like this.

She lowered her head and clicked on the communicator, randomly found a website to enter, and searched for "Rebel Tu Ran's Wanted Notice", and her wanted notice immediately popped up.

There are a lot of wanted warrants issued by federal parties about her, and each one is different.

In the photo in the wanted warrant issued by the Executive Department, she is wearing a pioneer team combat uniform, showing her full face, carrying a submachine gun in her hand, and the angle is very handsome.

The private wanted warrant issued by the Pang family, a long shot, a close shot, a long shot She is wearing a loose sweatshirt, a black cap on her head, and a layer of sweatshirt and hat on the outside, and a black mask on her face.

The close-up is her fierce appearance when she beats people in the Temple of Manlos, holding a submachine gun with only one rod left in her hand, a lot of blood splattered on her cheeks, and a fierce gleam in her eyes.

From these two photos, you can see how much the Pang family hates her.

The Xie family also issued a wanted warrant, the photo above was taken when she entered the training base to sign the contract, the full face and headshot, the rules and regulations, she was only fifteen years old at the time, her cheeks were a little fleshy, her eyes were bright, and she looked a little childish.

Comparing the three wanted warrants, although the angle of the side family is tricky, she accurately grasps her favorite disguise.

Tu Ran pulled off half of her mask and looked at her face left and right in the mirror, wondering how she could make herself different from before, so she remembered Erica Eiffel, who could change her appearance at will.

As the Federation's first successful genetically modified person, Erica Eiffel has extraordinary abilities similar to abilities, and the moment she touches a person's facial features, she can transform into that person's appearance.

Tu Ran couldn't help but wonder if she had a similar ability, so she didn't have to worry about it here.

The face can't be changed for the time being, but the dress can still be changed.

Tu Ran took out a black leather jacket from the space, changed the underwear, a heavy metal necklace around his neck, leather pants with Brin Bring's rivet boots, a few jingling chains on his waist, and changed his clothes, Tu Ran looked in the mirror and put on a poisoned lipstick, sunglasses, and a red fried wig.

Tu Ran looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, this kind of heavy metal outfit would seem too strong in other worlds, but in the Federation, it is a popular trend, and hipsters on the street are all this match.

In her self-appreciation, Zero finally finished repairing, and the sound came from the mechanical skull she had thrown in the co-pilot's skull.

The eyes of the mechanical braincase are facing Tu Ran, so Zero can clearly see Tu Ran sitting in the driver's seat.

"You ......" Zero was unusually untouched, "stimulated?" ”

Tu Ran heard his voice, glanced at it sideways, and continued to make up the lipstick, she felt that the color of the lipstick was not dark enough to show that she was deeply poisoned, and her voice was slurred, "This is a disguise." ”

Zero couldn't accept, "I can help you avoid surveillance." ”

"You protect yourself first." Tu Ran closed the lipstick lid and threw all the miscellaneous things in the car back into the space, "A Xie Zhao can control you, next time you change to someone else, you will be directly used by others to deal with me, I have no place to reason." ”

Zero has nothing to say.

Tu Ran pushed the car door, jumped out of the car, faced Zero with his hands on his waist, touched his head with one hand, spread his legs, tilted his chin up, put on a pretentious pose, and asked Zero, "How is it, like that little fan girl of a heavy metal band?" ”

Zero: "......" It's been a long time since it's been speechless.

Zero: "Like." ”

"That's good." Tu Ran lifted his sunglasses above his head, climbed into the car, picked up the co-pilot's mechanical braincase and stuffed it into the space, closed the door, looked around the surroundings, and left here.

"Don't be stunned, quickly sort out the situation on Xie Xieao's side, it will be dawn in a while." Tu Ran urged.

"Wait ten minutes." Zero Dao.

Tu Ran left the small corner of the park, turned a few corners, and merged into a fairly spacious street, at this time it was already four o'clock in the morning, the street was brightly lit, none of the shops were closed, there was a lot of people, bustling, noisy.

Many of them wore clothes similar to Tu Ran's, dyed their hair more exaggerated than Tu Ran's, and wore metal chains that clattered as they walked, and they were in groups of threes and fives, hooking their shoulders and backs, singing loudly, completely uncaring that there were other people on the street.

Of course, there are no normal people on this street.

Tu Ran's clothes that he once thought were exaggerated enough blended in with these people, like natives entering the city.

But it doesn't matter, it's the first thing to be recognized.

After two days of stopping, I read the questions raised by everyone, let me take a good look at them