Right on Target

Su Heting had never heard of it.

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the trading field, and there are everyone. Professional replacements are all outlaws with dirty resumes, and generally only accept cash transactions, and often run away with money, or cheating on gangsters.

This is probably a fake name.

He replied, "Beware of liars."

It was already four o'clock in the morning, Su Heting was exhausted, and his eyes were almost too sleepy to open. The hermit didn't reply to the message for a long time, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

But this time he slept very badly, and the inspector was chasing after him in his dream. Su Heting was so impressed by his flying kick that his arms still felt sore and numb when he was woken up by the mobile phone.

He was still unconscious when he woke up, and he answered the phone with a bad tone: "What are you doing?"

Xie Zhenshu was stopped by the question, and only answered after a second: "Send the materials."

Su Heting frowned: "Who are you?"

He said, "Thank you for the pillow book."

It took Su Heting two seconds to realize who it was. He took the phone away, glanced at the number, and put it back to his ear: "You made a mistake."

"Introduced by the hermit."

The other party's voice was slightly hoarse, as if some kind of voice changer had been turned on.

"Hey..." Su Heting learned the tone of the eldest sister's head, "What materials are you sending?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "King Shen's."

Su Heting was going to fight King Shen in two days, he almost forgot about it.

There was a problem with the ventilation in the room, and it was terribly stuffy after a night's sleep. Su Heting was very hot, he plucked his hair randomly, and said to the other party: "No, no. Goodbye."

He didn't give the other party a chance to answer, so he just hung up.

The hermit posted a bunch of messages in the early hours of last night, and Su Heting swipe to read the messages.

Hermit: Big news!

Hermit: The Titans are dead! !

Hermit: I dare not speak in detail.

There was a pause in the middle for nearly half an hour.

Hermit: When you wake up, go get the materials of King Shen, there are very important things in it.

Hermit: You must take it!

Su Heting was silent for a moment, then called Xie Zhenshu back.

"Hi," he said sincerely, "it was my younger brother who answered the phone just now."

***

Su Heting went out on time.

The black market during the day is messy and boring, and domestic garbage is piled up near Tongzilou. Without the light show, only gray and old buildings are left here. There are many splicing people in the streets and corners, and most of them are working part-time.

Su Heting stopped in front of a red light and caught sight of the armed group's cars and drones.

Although there are inspectors everywhere, they belong to Xingtian's non-staff personnel and have only received short-term gun training. It is the armed group that really suppresses the whole area. The armed group is well-equipped and will regularly review and update the splicing personnel information. In other words, they know exactly what you have done to your body.

In the past two years, Xingtian's weapons against splicing people have emerged in an endless stream, such as the induction lock worn by Su Heting. At the same time, prison equipment is also being updated. In the past, torture was done by real people, but now there is no need for it. With the brain-computer interface, spiritual invasion can make splicing life worse than death.

However, in places like the trading ground and the Colosseum, there is no need to speak according to the rules. They provide financial support to Xingtian, enjoy privileges in all anti-system survival places, and can involve some black industries.

"Looking for an organization?" A pair of ponytails in a JK uniform stopped beside Su Heting, interrupting Su Heting's thoughts. She handed Su Heting a poster, and enthusiastically introduced: "Our language organization is recruiting newcomers!"

Su Heting tore open the poster, and saw colorful highlighter graffiti.

He said, "Dirty talk organization?"

"Know the goods," the pair of ponytails put up **** handsomely, and flew towards Su Heting on the forehead, and said energetically, "Respect to the fuck!"

Su Heting: "..."

Numbly, he folded the poster.

When the green light came on, the pair of ponytails waved to Su Heting, quite cheerfully: "See you next time in the parade, bye kitty!"

No one in this organization is right.

With Su Heting in his pocket, he waved the hand holding the poster perfunctorily.

***

It was the afternoon, and Su Heting arrived at the trading site at four o'clock.

The upper floors of the trading venue are all closed, and they are only open at night. The basement is divided into eight floors. The first and second floors are full of waste for reselling. Most of the things are scavenged from the garbage dumps of the old world. Splicers with little money can find scrap steel for implants here, and often see Antiques like tapes and CDs.

The third layer is food. The land outside can no longer grow anything. There are dozens of large underground greenhouses in Xingtian, which are used as cultivation bases for beans and fungi. Only here, you can occasionally see expensive real meat.

The lower three floors are the free trading market, where Jiali opened a scavenger shop. She would usually use the mission as an excuse to obtain a certificate of leaving the city and go outside the city to find her lost daughter.

As for the seventh and eighth floors, they are all pornographic industries for people to have fun.

Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu agreed to meet on the third floor.

As soon as the cat got out of the elevator, it started wagging its tail.

It's so fragrant.

Even synthetic meat tastes delicious.

Su Heting only had a full meal yesterday, but today he has already forgotten the taste of the big plate chicken. His life is full of instant noodles and endless mushrooms. He stood by the railing and waited for the pillow to thank him. He was repeatedly soaked in the smell of various foods. After ten minutes, he didn't see anyone. He began to wonder if the other party was taking revenge on him.

Su Heting: I'm here, where are you?

Xie Zhenshu: You have a tail.

Su Heting:?

My tail is not breaking the law.

Su Heting replied: Do you care so much?

Thank you pillow book:.

Xie Zhenshu: Someone is following.

Su Heting put on the headset, dialed the phone, and then turned off the screen. He stuffed his pockets again and started walking inside.

"Take elevator No. 1, and an armed group is on standby on No. 2."

Xie Zhenshu's signal is not good, and there is a "squeaky" sound when he speaks. But he didn't panic, as if he knew that Su Heting was not afraid.

There are many survivors in the food area, most of whom are families with food baskets and strollers. Su Heting mingled among the crowd, walking unhappily, as if wandering.

He asked, "How many?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "One car."

They were also monitored when they went out to buy groceries.

Su Heting thought of what the hermit said, and began to recall the game that day. He did nothing but crush the titan's modified arm, which wasn't fatal at all.

Why would someone come looking for a Titan when he was dead?

"Get into the elevator and go upstairs," Xie Zhenshu stared at the screen, "I'll meet you up there."

Su Heting just approached No. 1 elevator.

"Ding-"

The elevator happened to arrive at this floor and opened to both sides. There was a group of people inside, among them stood a strange man in a suit and leather shoes with sunglasses, who met Su Heting's eyes.

There was a lot of noise around, and Su Heting's intuitive radar immediately sounded. He didn't even think about it, and quickly squatted down with his head in his arms.

"There are guns."

The gunshot of the man in the suit rang out almost at the same time as Xie Zhenshu's voice.

Su Heting's hair stood on end.

Lao Tzu is number one in dodging bullets!

He couldn't wait to applaud himself, and amidst the chaotic screams, he kicked the man in the chest, kicking the man in the sunglasses back to the elevator. The survivors in the elevator hugged their heads and yelled, and rushed out. A man was still holding a three-year-old child and was stuck in the innermost part.

Su Heting stepped into the elevator, and the man in the sunglasses raised his arm and shot at him. Without saying a word, he grabbed the elbow of the man in sunglasses, shot the gun to the ground, and twisted the man towards him.

The bullet hit the elevator door with a "bang", splashing tiny flames.

The child burst into tears immediately.

The sound of footsteps outside the door was all over, and Su Heting slammed down the next layer of buttons.

"Shoot," said no one who ordered, "shoot him!"

The man in the sunglasses hit Su Heting hard with the back of his head, hitting Su Heting's nose.

The sourness surged up in an instant, and Su Heting's eyes immediately turned red. He loosened his hands, and the man in the sunglasses immediately elbowed him back.

The opponent is very strong, not an ordinary survivor.

The elevator door was about to close, and the man in sunglasses wanted to block the door. Su Heting grabbed him by the back of the collar, and with all his strength, he slammed his head against the side wall of the elevator.

The sunglasses man's sunglasses were smashed to pieces.

The child is still crying.

Su Heting lifted the man in the sunglasses, and punched the man in the sunglasses fiercely. The body of the man in the sunglasses rolled over and hit the side wall of the elevator again.

Su Heting turned his head, picked up the gun on the ground, knelt down, and comforted the child.

"Hush," he said, shaking the cat's ears, "I'll do a magic trick for you."

Su Heting picked up the pistol, flipped his palm on the child, and the pistol disappeared.

"How about it?" He twitched his nose, nosebleeds flowed down, "isn't he handsome?"

Now not only the child is crying, but even the father of the child is scared to cry.

"Ding-"

The elevator has reached the first floor.