"The Nord Resettlement Area Biobank reminds you to be courteous to pedestrians and travel safely. Pay attention to the paid donation channel of native organs, cherish life and spread love. You only need to pass the Mandala certification and you can sign the donation contract in three seconds. While racing, we will help you

Leave a sense of warmth and hope to your family and friends..."

Accompanied by pop-up advertisements that occasionally flashed on the front windshield, Jiang Zhou drove the car at high speed on the three-dimensional elevated road.

The speedometer on the instrument panel no longer displayed numbers, and now its pointer pointed to a flashing red skull.

Feeling the sound whizzing past his ears, for some reason, Jiang Zhou suddenly had the urge to sing loudly.

Once again, he avoided an oncoming dump truck at the critical moment, and the soaring adrenaline made him laugh wildly.

"Old Snake, you are going to go bankrupt now, hahahahahaha!"

He said this to the old snake sitting in the passenger seat.

Along the way, he was too lazy to count how many tickets the traffic bureau in the resettlement area had issued. However, in the "die without regrets" driving mode, the traffic bureau would only issue a warning to nearby vehicles that "the lunatic here is seeking death."

, to remind them to avoid the route.

The Traffic Management Bureau will not dispatch the police until the speed of the vehicle drops to a certain level, or the vehicle dies somewhere. This is also a regulation formed to prevent car chases between police and criminals from becoming a common sight in the city, and to accommodate the functions of the district government.

It’s more about making arrangements for the aftermath.

"Can I get off the bus?!"

The old snake with a pale face shouted in horror.

"The explosives in your head will explode automatically if you are fifty meters away from me. If you want to get out of the car, please feel free to do so."

Jiang Zhou answered happily.

"Liao Qi, I'm cnm! Ah!!!"

Ignoring the other party's madness, Jiang Zhou's eyes followed the navigation light strip in mid-air, which was used to plan the flight path of the speeding car in the city. The on-board computer showed that the previously installed tracking signal source was located on the light strip above his head.

From a distance - I have already killed the opponent.

The theoretical speed of a flying car, even the shabbiest flying car, is much greater than that of even the best ground vehicle. However, in urban areas, due to traffic control, flying cars are more of a noble symbol of status and can usually operate.

The speed is less than 10% of the theoretical fastest speed.

In fact, customers who buy flying cars also enjoy the sense of elegance of driving a flying car and landing gracefully in social situations.

Therefore, if the speed is increased to close to the limit of self-destruction from the beginning, then a traditional vehicle crawling on the ground will be able to catch up with the idling speeding car.

For no apparent reason, Jiang Zhou suddenly thought of the Icarus Liberation Front, which was crushed into a crippled body like it was being crushed by insects, and the super-corporation that was as high as a god.

Self-destruction and idling, ants and gods.

He thought this was an excellent metaphor.

"Turn ahead!"

At this time, the old snake pointed forward and shouted in horror.

"I've seen it before, no need to remind me!"

Jiang Zhou laughed and turned the steering wheel fiercely. The vehicle almost turned sharply against the track, and the universal tires left a string of sparks on the road.

As a result, the Traffic Management Bureau issued another ticket for "road damage".

"Where on earth did you learn driving skills?"

"Learned it from my dad in Hawaii, hahahaha."

Saying something that no one in this era would remember, Jiang Zhou suddenly turned the steering wheel back to the straight position, and then slightly released the accelerator.

The signal received by the on-board computer showed that the speed of the speeding car had gradually slowed down.

It looks like it's coming soon.

…………

The guests Shenlan met came alone, without bodyguards.

Of course no bodyguards are needed.

Deep Blue thought.

A depth 3 adjuster is itself a very destructive human weapon.

The White-Black siblings held monomolecular samurai swords in their arms, standing one on the left and one on the right behind Shen Lan. Their enhanced reflexes allowed them to cut off the wings of a fly in mid-air within one-twentieth of a second.

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The reception room is equipped with the same security system as the government building in the resettlement area. They can continuously monitor the physiological indicators of the visitors. Once they detect even the smallest attack intention of the visitor, they will attack in a heartbeat.

Beat the opponent into a hornet's nest.

However, even such security measures cannot bring even a hint of security to Deep Blue.

After all, these things are just technologies developed by humans.

And what is installed on the person in front of me are all miracles left over from super artificial intelligence in the "Big Impact" era. If those technologies are carefully analyzed, it is enough to rewrite all physics textbooks around the world from the first chapter.

.

Even if the monkeys polished the sticks and stones to perfection, they would still be no match for modern firearms.

Therefore, even for the owner of the "Dark Blue Zone Bar", a depth 3 adjuster is a customer she must treat with caution.

"Mr. Booker Erwin, head of the intelligence department of the Icarus Liberation Front..."

Seeing the other party walk in, Shenlan stood up to greet him.

"It's the commander-in-chief."

The man corrected:

"Your intelligence should not make such mistakes. Since Coret died in the battle of Theseus's warehouse, Icarus is now in my care."

As the man spoke, he sat down opposite Shenlan very casually.

Generally speaking, due to the transformation of the prosthetic body, the adjuster will appear to be somewhat burlier than the normal person - the deeper the degree, the more so. However, the adjuster with depth 3 in front of us, just from the appearance point of view, is different from the normal person.

There is no difference between the people, even the body looks slimmer and longer.

"I'm afraid that for you, Icarus' status as Commander-in-Chief is now just a drag."

Shen Lan tactfully expressed that Icarus has now become a street rat at the bottom of the resettlement area.

Booker sneered, seeing through the other party's temptation at a glance.

"If I didn't have this identity, how would you be willing to negotiate terms with me?"

"Mr. Booker, please don't underestimate your influence as a depth 3 adjuster."

"Come on, come on, tell me clearly, what do those old guys on the tenth floor want?"

Booker waved his hands impatiently.

The tenth floor of the resettlement area is the office floor of the provisional government. In the Nord resettlement area, people often use "tenth floor" to refer to the entire government.

When it was directly pointed out who the person behind her was, Shen Lan's expression did not show any panic. She answered calmly:

"What I am going to say next has nothing to do with the resettlement area government, but is just a statement from an ordinary citizen in the junction area - in short, I extremely hope that the Icarus Liberation Front can maintain the second underground to the fifth underground level as before.

We must maintain basic order at the highest level and don’t let refugees swarm in.”

"Do you think we don't want to? Or do you think that you don't understand the current situation of Icarus and think that the disciplinary troops of Pluto Deep Submersible Company came underground in the resettlement area just to conduct company team building in the slums?

"

Booker seemed to be annoyed by her and laughed, and he stood up impatiently. Seeing this, the two siblings behind Shen Lan unconsciously slid their hands to the handle of the knife.

"You two, don't move."

Shen Lan raised his hand to stop the two people from being silly, and took a deep breath.

Talking to a humanoid weapon that could kill everyone in the bar at any time gave her great pressure - especially because it was rumored that these adjusters had unstable mental indexes and moody moods due to excessive transformation.

, it is very easy to produce mental problems.

“But the current weakness in your organization is only temporary, right?”

Deep Blue said.

Booker shrugged noncommittally, but sat down anyway.

"The Icarus Liberation Front is not the kind of gang society at the bottom of the resettlement area that relies on violence to maintain its existence. You are an organization with a clear program. Although you have suffered huge losses in personnel, as long as the organizational structure remains, you will be able to restore your previous scale sooner or later.

"So, as a citizen of the Nord resettlement area, I sincerely hope that you can regain your strength as soon as possible and maintain the order of the underground area as soon as possible. To this end, we are even willing to provide you with some necessary help."

Deep Blue continued.

"but?"

Booker asked.

It's time to make conditions.

Shenlan nodded and continued:

"However, all this is based on the premise that you still control the universal printer... During this time, there were some rumors that the universal printer held by the Icarus Liberation Front has now been
To be continued...