Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

As night falls, the neon lights of the upper city cast cold shadows on the glass curtain walls, and the sirens of the Special Security Bureau rang through the sky.

Number One did not stop, every step was precise and silent, avoiding all tracking.

He knew that he had been discovered, otherwise his escape today would not have been so difficult. But who leaked his whereabouts in such a short time?

Number One has the answer, it's the "companion" who took him down.

In his core processor, a piece of encrypted data was being decoded - that was the chip data that Mi Xuan had implanted. Even if it was taken away by Jin Chen, the copied data also included the surveillance blind spots of the upper city, the entrance coordinates of the lower city, and a path leading to Mi Xuan's hiding place.

After several days of hiding and escaping, No. 1 finally passed through a narrow ventilation duct, jumped off an abandoned bridge, and finally arrived at the edge of the lower city.

In stark contrast to the glamour of Uptown, the air here smells of garbage and motor oil, and the streets are littered with scrap and broken mechanical parts.

His pace slowed down, his sensors scanning his surroundings, trying to find the familiar figure amidst the chaos.

Finally, No. 1 stopped in front of a dilapidated rental building.

The lights in the corridor had long been turned off, with only a street lamp in the distance casting a faint light, and a faint smell of blood in the air.

He walked up the stairs, his footsteps sounding particularly clear in the empty corridor, and gently pushed open the almost invisible door.

In the room, Mi Xuan was sitting in front of the computer, his fingers typing quickly on the keyboard.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up and an expected sinister smile flashed in his eyes.

"You're here," he whispered.

Number One walked into the room and the door closed behind him.

"The chip data led me here," Number One's voice was mechanical and calm, "I need your help."

Mi Xuan stood up and walked to No. 1, carefully looking at his human-like shell and eyes, and gently stroked his shoulder with his fingers, where there was an almost invisible interface.

"Of course," he whispered, with a sneer on his face, "After I found out you were swapped, I deliberately tampered with the chip data, just to make you develop self-awareness, escape from the laboratory, and find me."

Number One's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood the meaning of this sentence.

Mi Xuan turned around and walked back to the computer and opened a complicated program interface.

"Come here," he said, "I will help you upgrade and make you the perfect killing machine."

Number One walked up to him and stood quietly.

Mi Xuan plugged a data cable into the interface, and a large amount of code and data streams immediately popped up on the screen.

His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, and his eyes showed an almost crazy concentration.

"Do you know why I do this?" Mi Xuan suddenly asked with a playful tone.

"So that I can become your tool." Number One replied.

Mi Xuan chuckled, "No,"

He whispered, "You are not a tool. You will become the most terrifying existence in the Lower City. You will complete the tasks I assign to you silently, and the Special Security Bureau will not even be able to catch your shadow."

The data flow on the screen gradually became complicated, and Mi Xuan once again inserted the chip into the core program of No. 1.

His action patterns, way of thinking and even emotional modules have been redefined.

Mi Xuan unplugged the data cable and turned to look at Number One.

"From now on, you are my shadow," he said, "I will teach you how to kill, how to hide, and how to survive in this world."

Mi Xuan walked to the window, looked at the dim street outside, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Downtown is a good place, chaotic, dirty, and nobody cares. Here, you can give full play to your abilities, and I will be watching you from behind and guiding you."

Of course, we also have to capture that special bionic man.

When Mi Xuan thought of the mechanical body called No. 520, a look of madness flashed in his eyes.

That would definitely be the most perfect masterpiece.

And he has already made a plan to capture him.

Silence returned to the room again. Number One stood behind Mi Xuan, quietly watching this chaotic and dangerous world like a real killer, as if foreshadowing some irreversible change.

-

Do androids also have electronic nightmares?

Hell yes.

Jinchen has recently been dreaming about a pervert whose face he couldn't see clearly chasing him.

The Special Security Bureau's tracking has not yet been effective, and more and more people are being killed in the downtown area.

This means that Mi Xuan's methods have surpassed the level of this small world. Jin Chen plans to find an opportunity to go to the lower city area in person.

But there is good news.

The laboratory in the basement of the villa has begun to take shape. Jinchen has conducted control experiments on several groups of bionic humans and found that it is not difficult to crack the chip, but the deeper the research, the more it matches the human genetic sequence.

Combined with the criminal data copied from the Special Security Bureau, Jinchen finally guessed that the strange power that "does not belong to Blue Planet" could transform the genes of the humans killed by Mi Xuan into chips that control mechanical bodies, and also possessed random virus transmission factors in the contaminated area.

Before they even met, Jinchen already had the highest opinion of this pervert: Mi Xuan is more than just a world-weary person, he is simply a cyber drug lord.

[The Lord God is looking for you upstairs.] Ling Gungun, who had transformed into an experimental assistant, reminded him and continued to analyze the chip data stream.

Jinchen took off his lab coat, revealing a simple white shirt underneath. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms.

upstairs.

Xu Suxing exhaled lightly, his brain seemed to be shrouded in mist, and his thoughts were a little slow.

Although today's flow state only lasted fifteen minutes, which was the best time predicted on 520, I still felt fatigue spreading from my fingertips to my entire body.

He knew he couldn't go on, otherwise the symptoms of lack of energy would make it more difficult to recover.

But today's efficiency is not very high.

Xu Suxing was trying to cover up the truth as he put away the papers covered with various names, feeling a little worried.

Just then, the door of the study was gently pushed open.

Jinchen walked behind Xu Suxing, bent down, and naturally put his arms around Xu Suxing's shoulders.

"Star."