Flying Fish eventually parked the team's car next to an oddly shaped building.
The building is about twenty meters tall and has a circular shape with a huge tree in the middle. It seems that no one has lived here for a long time because the owner moved away. The entire building is covered with vegetation, making it look more like a wasteland than a cyberpunk style.
Seeing the desolate state of the place, Flying Fish breathed a sigh of relief and told the others to get out of the car: "Let's stay here for now. Worm, set up the equipment and make sure we don't get discovered by [Eve] in the next few days."
"Eve?"
Yin Zhu felt the name was familiar, while Jennifer next to her had already frowned.
"It's a very powerful AI in the inner city that monitors the entire inner city. It's very dangerous." After Feiyu and everyone else got out of the car, they found a sack to cover it and then sprinkled a lot of mud on the ground to cover it up.
The worm added, "We managed to make Eve temporarily ignore us by organizing the latest system, but it won't last long, otherwise she will sense something is wrong."
After the group entered the building, Feiyu's demeanor became noticeably more relaxed.
He briefly led everyone on a tour of this "old home" filled with memories. Although it was just their family living there, it was as well-equipped as a nursing home, with everything imaginable. Yin Zhu had a deep memory of the last area of Sin City.
Because no one had lived there for many years, the original furniture was now covered in dust. Yin Zhu touched it, got her hands covered in dust, and clapped her hands in disgust.
"Are we really okay living like this?"
Jennifer was a little worried.
The worm knew what she feared, and while fiddling with the computer, it answered without even looking up: "Don't worry, the security guard won't be able to control whether we can go out or not for a long time."
"Why?"
"We've been planning this for so long, and we finally got in. How could we possibly leave so easily?" Flying Fish leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the worm type away on the keyboard.
Yin Zhu guessed the rebel organization's plan.
"But speaking of which, Vena City is quite safe. I originally thought there would be more bad guys." After all, she had just come from Sin City, and compared to places where you would encounter all sorts of strange disturbances even when you were sleeping, Yin Zhu felt that Vena City was much better.
However, as soon as Yin Zhu finished speaking, she saw the other people looking at her with strange expressions.
"Um?"
Yin Zhu tilted her head, looking completely innocent.
...
Is Viña City safe?
Paul didn't know.
But if you say there aren't many bad people in Viña, Paul would want to jump up, grab that person by the neck, and kick their ass hard.
"Damn it!" Paul couldn't help but curse, his eyes already turning a dreamy purple. Taking advantage of the fact that the natives were slowed down by the illusion he had created, Paul quickly shook them off and hid in a blind spot.
"He went that way! Chase him!"
A group of people ran past Paul, and no one noticed the person who was obscured by the illusion and hidden in a blind spot.
One, two, three...
After confirming that everyone had escaped, Paul quickly emerged from his hiding place and ran in the direction he had come from, exactly in the opposite direction from the people who were chasing him.
Out of caution, Paul didn't agree to the Jones family's request to stay at their place. After all, he had far more dreams than Yin Zhu; besides being a shut-in, there were many more places he wanted to explore. So, after receiving his daily wage that evening, Paul immediately went to the bar.
It was at this time that he realized he was being watched.
The person who had their eye on Paul wasn't from the bar. On the contrary, it was the bartender who first noticed the incident and, considering Paul's generosity, gave him a heads-up.
After all, as long as Paul is alive, his wages will be sent to the bar.
The bartender likes this kind of customer.
Therefore, he couldn't bear to see Paul die.
"Someone's following you. Have you made some enemies?" the bartender asked casually as he handed Paul his drink.
"No, I only got caught for violating the rules last time..."
Paul didn't dare turn around, afraid that people would find out that he already knew them. He brought the bar to his lips, using the act of drinking to conceal the change in his lips.
"It's possible that you're on the wanted list, and someone wants to kidnap you to extort money."
"Bounty hunter?"
"Hehe, is this a profession you made up?"
Paul was sweating profusely, but quickly, his clever mind came up with an answer: "I think this name sounds better, don't you think?"
“I don’t think those gang members deserve such a good name… They’re coming.”
Paul quickly downed his drink, placed the glass on the table, turned and left, waving his hand as he turned away from the bartender, saying, "I'll be back for a drink next time."
Fortunately, this is not a flag.
After escaping his pursuers, Paul returned to the bar once again.
The bartender was still wiping the glasses.
It seems that if he doesn't keep doing something useful, he will soon be fired by his boss or replaced by a robot.
"Could you tell me more about the gangs in Vina City?"
Paul placed his last bit of money on the table and pushed it in front of the bartender, his face expressionless, as if the money was insignificant to him.
The bartender accepted all the money, his smile barely concealed: "Of course."
Besides being ruled by the gods, the inner city of Vena is mainly divided into five divine areas. Different gods and their retinues often live in different areas—Paul is unsure if this number is due to the Chosen Ones.
On this basis, gangs came into being.
Gangs are actually dependent on the company, doing all sorts of dirty work and watchkeeping for it. They can handle many things that the company can't easily do themselves.
11. Falsifying facts that damage the company's reputation is prohibited.
What if the company itself has problems?
To emphasize the company's horrific nature, the bartender even told Paul a story. It was about a little girl whose mother injured her arm, and whose organs were secretly sold by doctors. Although the little girl eventually found her mother's organs, her mother was gone forever.
“Gangs often do these inhuman things.” The bartender handed him a mixed cocktail. “Profits will make them disregard all other lives.”
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