Glitch utopia

"Cicada Graffiti?" No. 43 successfully found the golden graffiti. It was a mechanical cicada graffiti that looked seven or eight meters high and was made up of various golden lines.

But he didn't find the door on it. No. 43 reached out tentatively to the left wing and found that his hand had easily passed through the wall.

"So this is camouflage. It's so large. This snakehead really spent a lot of money." No. 43 thought to himself.

He gave his sister's unicycle an automatic return command, then sent her a message, and then took Hope Lily in.

As soon as he entered, in the dilapidated unfinished building, he saw dozens of graffiti gangs with prosthetics all over their bodies. The fluorescent tattoos on their faces that were glowing in the dim environment were particularly easy to recognize.

The street thugs who were using spray paint to graffiti and mark their gang positions turned their heads and glanced at it, and continued to do their work.

"Everyone is here? Aren't you going to leave?" No. 43 asked the person next to him.

A thug who was picking his teeth with a dagger said casually: "Fuck, of course we have to wait for others. If we only take two of you to smuggle, we will all starve to death."

Just as the two waited for a while, people gradually walked into the abandoned building. They looked all kinds of people, covering all classes in the metropolis.

However, the overall class would not be too low. They were either middle class or management, otherwise they could not afford the smuggling fee.

No matter what their original identities were, they now had various reasons to leave the metropolis and go to a new city to start over.

Many people asked the Graffiti Gang about the price of the fake identity service in the new city.

After about a hundred people, the Graffiti Gang took them to the basement of the dilapidated building.

When they arrived at the basement, the view suddenly became clear, and all the smugglers instantly widened their eyes and looked at the empty hole in the ground in front of them.

They saw an oval-shaped machine that looked like a large submarine that was at least several stories high.

But this thing was definitely not a submarine, after all, there was no submarine with a large metal drill hanging on its head.

After a quick scan, the information of the device popped up on No. 43's system interface, the Fizzo Industrial Explorator TBM Type 4.

"Smart, you can think of going directly underground, so that you can use the soil to block the high-intensity radiation outside." No. 43 exclaimed.

"Not only that, I heard that Gomorrah, 2,000 kilometers away, is a karst city built underground. You can sneak into Gomorrah directly with this thing." Someone next to him added.

No. 43 glanced at the other person and didn't say anything. There was no need for him to explain such common sense.

Of course, he knew that each city had different locations due to geography and the builders' ideas, as well as the difficulty of cleaning up radioactive dust. As far as he knew, there were cities built on the water.

"Everyone, go in, hurry up, don't dawdle." At the urging of the Graffiti Gang, the group lined up to enter the huge digging machine.

With the heavy door slammed shut, accompanied by the sound of slight vibration, the whole machine began to move in the soil.

Although there were no windows, as the signal gradually weakened, everyone knew that they had gradually left the scope of the metropolis.

The stowaways were bored and began to open the system's single-player games to pass the time, while No. 43 opened Sun Jack's open source data and began to study seriously. Since Sun Jack couldn't dig, he had to find a new job. He felt that DNA was definitely the next outlet.

With this technology, he could also find a job in Emora, and with so much money in his account, he was now considered middle class.

With money and technology over there, he would definitely live better with Hope Lily than in the metropolis!

After vibrating for about half an hour, No. 43 suddenly felt that the vibration of the machine stopped. He exited the learning software and looked at the opened metal door in confusion. "We're here already? Impossible."

When these stowaways came out of the machine, they found that this was actually a large cave. More than a hundred fully armed graffiti gang members, holding various heavy weapons, accompanied by combat machines, stared at them covetously. The relaxed atmosphere suddenly became very tense.

"This is impossible. This smuggling route has been around for at least ten years! How could there be a trap?" 43's face changed instantly.

"I'm sorry, everyone." A black man with graffiti tattoos all over his face walked out of the graffiti gang and looked at the fat pigs in front of him arrogantly.

"Since the last war, our graffiti gang has stopped doing smuggling business. Please cooperate, remove all combat prostheses, and stand side by side. Thank you for your cooperation."

"You can't do this! Let your boss come out to see me. He clearly promised--" Before a man finished speaking, a laser pierced his head directly, erasing his facial features, leaving a bloody hole in the original place.

This instantly quieted the restless crowd.

Looking at the opponent's strength, No. 43 knew that he was no match for him and could only be forced to do what the opponent said.

After everyone was forced to remove their combat prostheses, all their weapons were taken away, and all their valuables were looted, a locked purple chip was inserted into his neural socket.

"Don't think about pulling it out, it will explode. Now follow me. Don't worry, we won't kill you, because everyone's body is very useful."

Faced by the dark muzzle, all the uneasy stowaways were forced to walk deeper into the cave. When they arrived at the depths of the cave, rows of laboratories were neatly arranged in front of all of them. Many of them already had people in them, crying and screaming for their parents as they were tortured by various mechanical arms. The scene was very bloody and terrifying.

The stowaways' faces had turned extremely pale at this moment, and they all felt that they were afraid they would not be able to get out.

"Please, everyone, please take a seat according to the number displayed on your system. I can tell you directly that this is a DNA research institute. Our boss thinks DNA programming is a very forward-looking technology, so we need your help."

"Of course, don't worry, we are very trustworthy in the Graffiti Gang. As long as you help us for 3 months, we will let you go."

Everyone was forced to go in, and various injections began to be injected into the body, and various experiments were conducted to ensure the authenticity of Sun Jack's open source data on the Internet.

As a tube of liquid was injected, No. 43 instantly felt that his body was obviously different, but the next second, he instantly felt cold, very cold, and the numbers on the monitor next to him really dropped rapidly. No. 43's teeth were completely uncontrollably knocking against each other.