Bionic Era

Blood flowed under the dim light.

Silence enveloped the street, and even the coughing sound was much quieter.

A pair of eyes stared at this place.

Fear, fear, numbness, longing...

The body collector would not come until dawn the next day.

This mutilated headless corpse will lie quietly outside Christo's house overnight. Of course, people here can also choose to drag this body to a place where no one is alive.

But the people over there will still track it down after all.

People on the whole street will be implicated, maybe someone will die strangely, or maybe this street will never have the supply of genetic medicine from now on.

"Christopher, are you scared?"

"Fear."

Christo nodded, she was an honest little girl.

Her mentality is the same as most people here, nothing special.

After Lu Wen came to this world, almost all he saw were one-story bungalows.

The floor height symbolizes the right size in the mixed area.

This street, including dozens of streets nearby, all the shops, markets, residential areas, bars, nightclubs, etc., are bungalows.

This area belongs to the complex commercial area more than ten miles away, where there is a two-story building.

Those who live on the second floor control the entire area.

There is money and power gathered there, as well as force that can deter an area.

"It'll be fine, everyone go back and rest."

"But... distinguished guest, the second floor..."

"I know, that's why I said nothing will happen."

Lu Wen's confident voice reassured the surrounding residents.

A pure human being with a lot of money and good looks, maybe he has enough money or influence to settle this matter?

Many people here have lived their entire lives in the mixed zone.

They have never been to the higher level of the terraced field world, not even the area of ​​their own race in the middle level. They live here and die here, and their lifespan is generally very short.

Except for those who have participated in drug experiments, most of them can only see the appearance of the high-level world on some old TVs on the street.

Lu Wen from the high-level world made them feel at ease.

...

Late at night, close to twelve o'clock in the evening.

Poor people have no entertainment, so most of them go to bed early.

Except for the blue people who have been coughing and can't sleep, and the two machine race people, most people on this street have already fallen asleep.

Lu Wen glanced at Christo who was sleeping soundly behind him, then pushed open the door and went outside.

The blood in the streets has been frozen.

A black motorcycle was parked at the entrance of the street.

Remodel the car that people ride when they come.

Deep pure black, tough body lines, no rearview mirrors, and an aesthetic that combines muscle and violence.

The key was not removed, presumably the reformer felt that no one would dare to touch his car, so he was very relieved.

And indeed it is.

He came here on behalf of the second floor to sell genetic medicines and collect debts from those who owed debts a few times before.

Even though he was dead, no one dared to touch the car on this street.

"Om—"

A dull roar echoed through the night streets.

When Lu Wen left the ruined city with weird plants last time, he once rode a motorcycle and jumped between the ruined buildings. The feeling was really good.

The wheels turned, and the body shot out like an arrow off the string.

The light and night are reflected on the black car body, like beams of streamer, moving backwards rapidly.

Homeless people are rarely seen in this world, maybe because there are no bionics, or because this is where all homeless people mix.

The distance of more than ten miles.

The streets gradually changed from stone pavement to cement pavement.

The silence was beginning to be tinged with noise.

The dim street lights began to brighten.

More and more colors and light and shadows emerged on both sides, and the world began to become colorful.

Not long after, Lu Wen came to the center of this area.

business district.

He parked the car casually at the intersection of the street.

Without the roar of the engine, Lu Wen's ears were instantly surrounded by all kinds of hustle and bustle.

Red lights and green wine broke into the eyes.

There are bars and nightclubs on both sides of the street, and I don't know what kind of business this so-called commercial area is.

There is a lot of unleashed tension here.

The posters on the wall are full of sensuality, light and shadow.

All kinds of loud music echoed in the night sky, and the chaotic rhythm aroused the commotion in the blood, making the whole block a little confused.

look around.

There was Ning, who was drunk, started a fight on the street when he disagreed with each other.

A group of people around are excitedly cheering for both sides.

Laughter and scolding filled my ears.

There are also women with no fabric on their bodies, smoking quietly under the dazzling neon lights, with fiery red lips printed with filters, sexy and beautiful.

White smoke billows.

Exposure and violence.

Red lips and blood.

The introduction of various colors of light and shadow intertwined on the street, dazzling.

Perfume and volatile alcohol floated in the air, as if to set every distorted figure on fire.

The ambiguous atmosphere was uncovered by the deep desire and became undisguised.

The bright red paints the gray and white streets with dazzling makeup.

The end of the street is the center of the area.

A two-story building surrounded by prosperity.

Lu Wen walked on the street, like a lonely ghost, plain and cold, the blood and beauty around him shuttled by his side, unable to blend in.

A beautiful woman grabbed him and offered a price, but Lu Wen walked away.

There were also drunken alcoholics who provoked him, kicked him flying several meters, and fell to the ground, spitting blood, howling miserably.

So no one ever looked for him again.

End of Long Street.

Lu Wen stood quietly for a while, the music was loud inside, the lights outside were flickering, and his shadow was a little confused.

Push the door and enter.

The music became louder, piercing the eardrums.

Writhing limbs take over the dance floor, jumping to the dynamic rhythm.

Lu Wenpa pulled away the crowd stimulated by alcohol and music, and came to a side bar.

He wandered around all day during the day and collected enough information to know that this kind of place can do anything with money.

This bar is very cold, no one is there.

It is very contradictory to the bustle of the first floor of this building.

Behind the bar sits a young man covered in tattoos, with short hair and lip studs. The forearms of both arms have been replaced by machines. They are gray-green and exposed to the outside without any concealment. The rotation of gears and metal parts can be clearly seen Chu, this is to show outsiders that he is not easy to mess with.

Lu Wen took out a stack of money.

"I'm going up to the second floor."

"not enough."

So Lu Wen took out a gold coin, an ordinary one, without a number or pattern, not a commemorative coin like golden humor.

The light hit it, and the golden light was very dazzling.

The young man raised his eyes indifferently, and then looked away, without looking at Lu Wen directly from the beginning to the end, he said flatly: "Fake."

"You don't want me to go up?"

"Pure human beings are nothing great. I was the same at the beginning, so I know that there are many poor human beings in the high-level world. They are so poor that they must be provided by the three companies on a regular basis."

As the young man spoke, he finally raised his eyes and took a light look at Lu Wen.

"Pure human beings with a good life will not lower their status to come to the mixed area, so you actually came to the mixed area because you couldn't live in that place, trying to use your rather noble status to change your status on the second floor. Enjoy the noble feeling of being purely human.”

"A gold coin is enough for you to live in the high-level world, there is no need to come to the mixed zone, so this gold coin can only be fake."

"Although you seem to belong to a rich family, you still have blood on your body, which shows that you are in a state of distress. You may be being hunted down, and the reason for being hunted down is most likely due to debts. Your purpose is not only An identity is a protection."

"Believe me, even if you do go up, your hands will be broken and thrown out. Just like I did back then, cheating on the second floor will not end well."

"So... go away."

Reasoning is clear and well-founded.

Perfect, zero points.

But if Lu Wen is really a pure human being in this world, maybe it will be like what he said.

Lu Wen smiled lightly: "Are you sure you won't let me go up?"

"Your identity is not qualified enough."

"How is it qualified?"

"You have no chance."

"Will there be a chance if I kill you?"

"You do not dare."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a dagger flew across the air.

An icy light flashed across the heated first floor, filled with killing intent.

The young man behind the bar didn't have time to react, and he didn't even have a chance to look up.

Only a "chi" sound was heard.

One arm was gone.

His forearm is a mechanical arm, so Lu Wen cut it off directly.

"Snapped!"

The whole arm fell to the ground, and blood flowed.

The section is neat.

After all, Lu Wen had a good knife in his hand.

Then there was the young man's mournful howl. He had never felt such a strong pain since his hands were broken last time.

His face was distorted, with a flash of resentment in his eyes, enduring the severe pain, and saying something like 'go to death', he waved his only remaining arm and hit Lu Wen.

But Lu Wen simply took half a step back.

"Although your punch is powerful enough, it has a lot of flaws. It seems that you haven't received any combat training."

He is relaxed and freehand, picking up with a knife.

The blade threw out a splash of gorgeous blood.

The other arm of the young man behind the bar also separated from his arm, flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Lu Wen calmly withdrew his knife.

He said earnestly: "Since it is a modified person, try to transform it as thoroughly as possible. Two metal forearms can't give you much boost. I suggest you stop the bleeding immediately and connect the real metal arm after a period of recovery." .”

"you……"

The young man's face was pale, and his face was trembling slightly.

Maybe it was too much blood loss, or maybe it was too painful, he hurriedly found the first aid kit under the stage, trying to give himself a shot to relieve the pain.

But with both arms gone, he couldn't even open the box.

So all he could do was yell.

"Are you all blind? Someone come to save me, someone is messing around here, beat me to death!"

Not to mention his reaction made Lu Wengao look twice.

He wasn't writhing in pain and talking nonsense, he was still conscious at this time.

It seems that the mixed zone also has a lot of talent.