Bailu Lane, Building 7, Resident No. 707.

When the drawer was opened, the female slave's expression was stunned for a moment.

The drawer is empty, there is nothing in it.

In addition to the bed, this room only has a table and not even a bedside table.

The female slayer's gaze searched the entire room.

The bed, table, wardrobe...all the furniture in the room floated.

This is an extremely spectacular scene.

The female demon rummaged quickly, looking for the task entrusted to her by her partner: "Bring the contents of the drawer to my family."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and choked sounds rang in my ears.

An Ran let out a long sigh.

Obviously, the so-called objects brought to the family do not exist.

I just say this because I don’t want the female slave to be exposed, I just want her to survive.

"Bang! Dong Dong Dong Dong——"

The furniture fell to the ground, but the female slave didn't care at all. She just curled up in the corner and cried.

Although he is a mercenary who is known for being ruthless, cunning and mercenary, he is just a fourteen-year-old child after all.

An Ran walked closer and wanted to comfort her, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

His eyes swept across the ruins in the room.

The visual annotation reminds Anron to notice the chip dropped in the corner.

There is something! Does delegation really exist?

"There is a chip there, are you looking for that?"

Nuba didn't know about deciphering the encrypted communication between the two, and An Ran didn't intend to let the other party know.

So I didn’t mention the commission, I just pointed out that there was something there.

The female slave's crying suddenly stopped, and her crying face raised in confusion, looking towards where An Ran was pointing.

That is a chip that can be directly inserted into the brain-computer interface. Is this...last words?

The female demon picked up the chip and inserted it into the brain-computer interface.

The next moment, An Ran saw the female slayer's little face covered with blush and her body stiffened slightly. Then she pulled out the chip ten times faster than inserting it, broke it violently, threw it to the ground and stomped on it with her feet.

He even cursed "Pervert! Disgusting! Go to hell! Die!"

While cursing, the pistol placed in the living room flew over out of thin air.

"Da da da da!"

A burst of bullets hit the chip on the ground, creating a burst of fire.

The violence value is directly filled up.

An Ran was horrified by the sight and hid far away to avoid being implicated.

Enron can roughly guess what the contents of the chip are.

It should be a short VR movie that students communicate with in private.

Such a good thing was ruined.

I don’t know if it’s out of print, but that would be a big sin.

As soon as the idea came up, the block popped up, and massive resources flooded the screen in front of Enron.

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million...

Stop!

You don’t need to search for this kind of junk information. I’m just complaining about it. Why do you take it seriously?

The crawling script stopped working and the search list was cleared.

The female slave angrily returned to her room with heavy steps, and closed the door with a "bang!"

The original sadness was completely diluted by the anger.

What's next...

Disguise your identity.

Sit peacefully on the sofa.

Assist the female slave to seek revenge, gain her favor, and train the female slave to become his assistant.

With an assistant, many things will be much easier.

Finding a sealed object that can restore his body can also be put on the agenda.

Testing the memory of Sheriff A2-.

Intermittent memory fragments appeared in front of An Ran's eyes.

The half of the brain that was preserved was severely damaged, and there was little effective information left. Its only function was to deceive the medical system's inspections.

Block popup.

The information of Sheriff A2- has been retrieved.

The package also includes video materials of Sheriff A2-at the Sheriff Academy.

The Sheriff's Academy is a virtual academy that is not connected to the external network, where individuals cultivated from the uterus outside the body will complete their studies.

When the body reaches adulthood, it can wake up from the jar and go to work directly.

This kind of information can be retrieved, and Enron has a new understanding of the capabilities of its company.

Can a Sheriff have a baby?

Block pop-ups answer Enron’s doubts.

Yes.

People grown from the uterus outside the body are no different from ordinary people.

Where do fertilized eggs and sperm come from?

An Ran thought it was a donation.

But the answer given by the block is obtained from all battle-damaged bodies.

The so-called battle-damaged body has no identity restrictions and can be anyone. As long as it can pass genetic screening, it will be collected and retained.

Then through simulation data screening, the most suitable pairing is designated to complete the breeding task.

Somewhat hard to accept.

But as long as you accept it, you will find that it is quite convenient and fast.

Wait...

The disguised identity of Sheriff A2-, citizen level three, Qin Kai.

Balance: 12 Taiqing coins.

Unrepaid loan: 30 million Taiqing coins.

The money Qin Kai owes has nothing to do with me, Sheriff A2.

An Ran glanced at it and didn't look at it again.

There is still something to wait for...

"Ding" communication reminder.

No identity information, encrypted channel, cannot be traced.

It’s here, faster than Enron expected.

He thought it would take several days for him to respond.

Connected.

Communication: "Sheriff A2-, you wasted the opportunity created by the organization."

"There is a spy inside us! The other party already knew our plan, and I almost died."

An Ran showed enough anger.

Trying to grasp the psychology of a character who almost died but survived by being transformed into a full-body prosthetic body.

In the face of Enron's accusations, the communication side remained calm as usual: "If they don't know, it's not worth our investigation."

An Ran had a question mark on his face.

What you said makes sense, so I should die? Jar people also have human rights!
To be continued...