Bionic Era

In the museum in the center, the atmosphere is still tense.

No one dared to fire the first shot.

Some daring hawkers seemed to have noticed this situation, so they mustered up the courage to drive their carts to the street near the museum.

"How much is this water?"

"20, no bargaining."

"Why don't you go grab it?"

"I... am actually robbing."

The peddler took out a gun and put it lightly on the cart.

Not everyone has access to this stuff.

The man glanced at the gun on the car, thought about the knife in his hand, swallowed, cursed and took out the money to buy a bottle of water, then turned and left without turning his head.

This place is indeed not for ordinary people to stay.

The cruel reality has extinguished the treasure-hunting dream in the hearts of countless people.

"How much is this water?"

Lu Wen came to the booth and asked.

The stall owner glanced at the firearms and tactical knives pinned to Lu Wen's waist, and instantly changed his smile.

"Two yuan, we are a conscientious businessman, no matter where we are, we will not increase the price."

"Then... Forget it, let's have a bowl of smoothie, the weather is quite hot."

"Sit down for a moment!"

"The location of your stall is not bad, but it's a bit dangerous."

"Hey, wealth and wealth are in danger."

This is a long street.

On the left side of the street is the bionic organization, and on the right side are some gangs.

At the end of the long street is the museum.

The location of this stall is at the beginning of Long Street.

All traffic will pass.

"A fake gun can only scare the timid." Lu Wen glanced at the gun, and the workmanship was okay.

The stall owner was taken aback, then smiled and said: "It's better than nothing. Today's daily income is worth more than the previous week. If you change places, you really can't find such a good business. What do you want for this smoothie?" Taste?"

"Taste...whatever, I can't taste it anyway."

The so-called sense of taste of bionics is actually just some analytical instruments.

Judge whether the saltiness is appropriate and whether the taste is delicious.

It is still too difficult to achieve the taste of human beings.

Lu Wen sat in front of that church for a long time, maybe not long before he came back to his senses, thinking that the battle here hadn't started yet.

So decided to come and have a look.

"Your smoothie."

"Um."

Lu Wen took a sip and imagined what it would taste like based on the implanted memory.

The results of the system analysis are quite a lot, such as apple flavor, sweetness, additives and so on... After further analysis, half of the periodic table of elements can be analyzed.

"Are you also here to find that treasure?"

"Just take a look, it doesn't matter if there are any."

Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people coming and going.

Everything that should come has come.

Even those who shouldn't have come to give away their heads by force.

The people in the executive bureau retreated a little and watched from a distance. They were instructed to maintain order and use weapons only if necessary.

The order at the scene was obviously not something they could maintain.

The gang and the bionic organization, when these two fight, the executive bureau is the happiest.

"Brother, I think I may need to withdraw!" The stall owner looked at Lu Wen who was still eating smoothies, and said in a low voice, "It's getting quieter and quieter. It looks like it will start fighting after a while."

"Haven't you noticed that your car is leaking oil?"

"ah?"

The stall owner was startled, then squatted down.

When he got up again, his face was already pale.

"This...when did the oil leak start, and there are no other traces on the road."

"This is a no-man's land. You don't dare to be presumptuous when you go off-road better. Let me see if you have a dining car with this shape... It was actually remodeled by a private person. It is a miracle that it can be driven here. Who knows when it started It was an oil leak, and if it didn't explode, it means you were lucky."

"But it's going to be a fight, this car is very expensive... what... what should I do?"

"Look, that's how life always is."

Lu Wen shrugged.

Ignoring the crying face of the stall owner, he continued: "When you think you are making a lot of money, the car is gone. When you think you are different, someone suddenly tells you that, in fact, you and others No difference."

"I didn't think I was different." The stall owner was about to cry, and the tangle on his face was like a tangled headphone cable, which he couldn't untangle.

For the current plan, he can only run alone and leave the stall.

But this would be a big loss.

"I was wrong, it's all because of my greed, I shouldn't have driven here all night last night to earn this black-hearted money."

"Look, this is life." Lu Wen took another sip of smoothie, his tone was flat, "You think you have got a lot, but in fact, what you get is only what others have given you, and you have never fought for anything yourself. , because you think it’s a pity to die if you finally do it all over again.”

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

The stall owner really wanted to cry.

I thought the person in front of me was a master, but I didn't expect that he was talking non-stop.

"I... I'd better go first, life is at stake."

The stall owner just wanted to leave.

A gunshot broke the long silence.

The gunshots that followed were endless.

here we go.

Awakened androids organize battles with gangs.

They used the abandoned buildings that lined the street as cover.

Some were inside buildings, leaning against those dark windows.

Some set up sniper rifles on high-rise buildings, and the snipers on the opposite side killed them before a single bullet was fired.

"Fool, you actually set up a gun in such an obvious place, and you don't know how to use so many abandoned buildings. Even if there is no one in the slums to teach you professional knowledge, why don't you know how to watch war movies? I really hate my life."

Lu Wen shook his head.

Feeling that there is nothing new, I turned my head and continued to eat smoothies.

"It's starting to fight, brother, you squat down! Hide behind my car!" Although the stall owner wanted to cry, he still whispered to Lu Wen.

"There are always various unsatisfactory things in life, so these people come to this place to seek excitement. When they arrive, they find that this place is beyond their control, so they go back angrily and continue to live that kind of life day after day." Lu Wen disturbed I stirred the smoothie in the plastic bowl and it was melting.

"Brother, did you not take your medicine when you went out today?"

The stall master collapsed.

His place is really an eyesore, just at the beginning of the long street.

Now there's a guy with a mental problem sitting there, talking to himself all the time, he's a real target.

"boom!"

A bullet passed Lu Wen's side and hit the stall.

The stall owner felt his little heart tremble.

He cautiously stretched out his head to have a look, the surroundings were in chaos, and the bullets hit the abandoned steel and concrete, stirring up waves of dust.

"Fortunately, no one pays attention to this... no, then... what is that?"

On the third floor of the abandoned high-rise building in the middle of the street, there was a guy from a gang, holding some kind of weapon, slowly turning towards their stall truck.

It seems to want to try the power.

Lu Wen turned his head and glanced.

"Oh, that's just a grenade gun, don't worry."

He turned back and continued to eat the smoothie with a calm expression.

The stall owner was desperate.

The end of running now is probably to be beaten into a sieve.

"I am famous in my life, do I want to die with a guy who is mentally abnormal? This guy is still a man!"

Lu Wen tried his best to pick up the last bit of ice with a spoon.

Everything else turned into water.

Satisfied, he pushed the plastic bowl into the cart, took out two napkins and wiped his mouth.

Then he pulled out the gun at his waist, and without looking back, he fired a random shot.

The figure on the third floor fell from the window, his body smashed a circle of khaki dust on the ground, and died.

"This...is this the real strength of No. 9?"

Beside the window of an abandoned building, Chen Qing's body trembled slightly, he was a little scared, the sound of those firefights was not far from him.

But he still tried his best to stabilize his hands and maintain the quality of the video.

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