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Chapter 874: Hard to End (Part 2)

The night was dark, but the sound of police sirens interspersed intermittently made it seem restless.

It seemed like a disturbed dreamer, kicking the sheets unconsciously, twitching in reality, and struggling in the dream.

There were lights on in a dilapidated house facing the street, but there was no one there. Some distance further down, in a dark basement, there were two people leaning against each other. One of them reached out and grabbed the other person's neck, pulling

He leaned against the wall and raised one arm.

The poor guy whose neck was strangled kept kicking his legs and struggled to squeeze out the words from his throat:

"Boss... spare your life."

"Please call me Mr. Pawar."

"Pa……"

"too slow."

Pava casually broke the guy's neck and then let go.

The deceased fell to the ground, making a dull sound, and his limbs twitched for the last time.

Pava was too lazy to look anymore, so he walked aside and straightened his appearance in front of the mottled and cracked mirror on the wall.

In fact, with his image, it doesn't make much sense whether it is organized or not.

He has a thin build, half-long hair, and a beard that looks unkempt, and his clothes are not well-dressed. He looks like a homeless man that can be seen everywhere on the street. His eyes are big, and they are a little protruding, maybe due to his age.

Now, the bags under my eyes are quite big, giving me a feeling of exhaustion from lack of sleep and malnutrition.

But he looked in the mirror and smiled so brightly that he showed an abnormal excitement.

"It's great!"

It seems like I have returned to seven years ago, when the high-energy tide arrived.

At that time, the Kang family, which is now in charge, had not yet come into its own, and the area around the East 725th District was in chaos. They were so unscrupulous that they could kill people casually, and no one would care about them if they were thrown into the street.

It's a pity that I was too willful at the beginning and missed many opportunities, only to be reduced to doing people's anti-gang activities.

Even now.

The price of being willful is being surrounded on all sides.

To say regret, it must be a little bit. Who would be willing to put themselves into such a super passive situation?

But at this time, a wonderful sense of self-aggrandizement appeared again. He closed his eyes, but he could clearly "see" the dark world around him, the sirens in the distance, the low hum of electrical appliances on the ground, the last twitching of the deceased and the corner of the wall.

The friction sound of a person and even the tinny sound of a cockroach crawling quickly were converted into delicate and clear signals, which he collected, analyzed, restored and reconstructed.

This is an obvious improvement in perception, as if the soul is out of the body, overlooking the world... and taking control of the world.

Yes, this is the feeling, unprecedented.

And the reason why he can have it is because when he forcibly escaped from the police encirclement, he made progress! He broke through!

What a wonderful feeling. In the past, similar feelings could only be felt when high-energy tides arrived.

So much so that in the "low tide period", one can only look for and chase those local tides, no matter good or bad, and only depend on "appetite" and luck, so that no matter how full you eat, you still feel a sense of sluggishness. It's not like now

In this way, it seems like a light up and down wave in the strong wind and huge waves.

This is called control.

Therefore, there must be some kind of foresight, a precursor to a breakthrough, that drives me!

Pava gave himself an acceptable reason and soon became convinced of it, because his breakthrough was unquestionable.

Of course, the injuries were real, and even when he finally escaped from the police chase, he was very embarrassed.

He tried to send messages to his former subordinates to get help, but unexpectedly, he was sold.

Because he is now the most wanted criminal in the East 725th District, with a generous bounty. Just providing clues can make those "rats" wandering around the suburbs of the city live a life of debauchery for several years. Therefore, now the black and white two

Everyone is looking for him, including his previous employer.

Pava knew very well that Tang Yu's men did not want to help him.

He didn't care about this. With the current form of separatism, if you want to escape from the border, you can't call it smuggling and just go out casually. It is difficult for a wanted order in one area to be transferred to another area.

The intensity released by the "Intelligent Management Center" varies from place to place.

He is very confident about the quality of his life in the future, and there are more and more signs showing that the next high-energy wave will soon arrive. At that time, everything will be turned upside down. Who will pay attention to a wanted criminal?

Pava has decided to abscond, but before that, he needs to accomplish one thing:

That "little sugar uncle" still needs to be dealt with.

Mr. Pawar's reputation on the road needs to be saved. In the future, reputation is also very important when he lives in the surrounding areas.

Also, after doing this, you can also try to ease the relationship with that pervert Tang Yu. Even if you don't hang out here anymore, you must be careful as you will be punished for your anger.

Furthermore, it was the new foresight and wonderful foresight in his heart that drove him.

Well, he must have made more thorough preparations before that.

Pava hid in the junction area between the city and the suburbs for two days, waiting for a rainy day.

East 725th District is already a tropical area, and it will only get hotter and muggier on rainy days. And the city here is like a painted old woman. On a sunny day, you can barely see; once it rains, the sewage and mud will flow away.

It flows through ravines. Yes, the only thing worse than the above-ground buildings is the underground pipe network. You can't expect a separatist force that has just gained the so-called "power" to destroy the already existing buildings in just six or seven years.

After the reorganization of the place is completed, it will be "given" to the possible next successor.

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Therefore, even though it is almost the 22nd century, various infectious diseases are still prevalent among the people in the East 725th District. It is not surprising to encounter a few corpse trucks when walking around the suburbs.

Pava just passed by a corpse truck and curled his lips.

There is obviously a vast wilderness and many ruins of cities, but these people insist on gathering here, hoping for some free food rations, and this is not what they end up with?

Pava stepped on the muddy ground and walked around in the slums on the outskirts of the city. The rain was getting heavier, and suddenly there was a "clang" sound, as if the temporary floor slabs in some area were washed away by the rain, accompanied by exclamations and screams.

There is a high probability that the corpse truck will leave early...

This situation is not unusual. If you look carefully at the colors flowing in the ravines on the street, the light red flowing is also very suspicious, but it is quickly mixed with other dirty colors.

In such an environment, Pava walked around in circles several times, covered in mud and stench, and almost indistinguishable from the residents here.

The center had a few face-to-face encounters with members of the security team and the joint defense team from a distance, but the other party was completely unaware.

After struggling for a long time, Pawa finally met today's target, a well-known and reputable black businessman in the East 725th District: Supatong.

This guy has thick lips, high cheekbones, and dark but shiny skin. This is also the most typical feature that distinguishes him from the poor people around him. It is impossible for such a relatively successful black businessman to live in this mess all the time.

In a chaotic area, he just placed his contact point and studio here, and usually enjoyed life in the city.

Just because he lives such a comfortable life, his mouth is no longer as cautious as before.

As soon as they met, Subathorn grinned: "Mr. Pawar, I have to say that the current bounty for people with dementia is just right for you who has dementia."

Pava doesn't get angry, he won't get angry until things are done.

His time was precious, so he came straight to the point: "I want to change my shell and get new permissions."

The moment he was wanted, the shell of "Li Yisheng" was useless and all relevant authorities were withdrawn.

Although he can still control the omnic organizations and equipment on his body through illegal transformation, he can no longer enter the core area of ​​the city, let alone the kind of high-end residence where "Uncle Sugar" lives. The 24-hour Class A security guard makes it difficult for him to enter the core area of ​​the city.

His infiltration is nearly impossible.

Otherwise, maybe he would choose to wait for Tang Li to come home that night and then calmly "explode". Tang Yu liked this very much.

Subathorn's answer was straightforward: "I can't do it."

As soon as he said it, he felt the coldness in Pavatu's eyes. He quickly smiled wider and changed direction: "But I can show you a way. You know, the 'Abandoned Mining Area' was just cleaned up a few days ago.

There are many people there who need extra income, and there are also many people there who are much better than the guys in the city."

Pava sneered: "Those who can survive in the city will not go out into the wild, especially omnics."

As soon as he finished making this outrageous comment, he saw Subathon's meaningful look in his eyes, and he understood the meaning:

"You mean, the rebels?"

"I didn't say, I don't know, you're just guessing."

"It's not impossible." Pava stroked the rather large beard on his chin, "It's okay for the rebels, as long as he can get surgery."

After doing this, he handed back a report, which was just enough to provide cover for his subsequent actions.

However, there are many ruthless people in the resistance army. If they are allowed to reform, it will be troublesome if the other party is also ruthless.

So Pava shook his head: "I won't go to the abandoned mining area. You can ask that person to come over. If you have enough money, he can also provide intelligence information and so on."

Subathon coughed: "With all due respect, Mr. Pawar, do you still have the ability to pay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth, and as expected, he saw Pavan's extremely cold eyes.

But soon, the pair of eyes were covered by a sliver of gold. Pava stretched out his fingers and rubbed them, and seven or eight gold bars unfolded with a "snap", like a golden peacock with its tail open. The temperature in the air-conditioned room clearly increased at this moment.

Taller.

Subhathong is quite wealthy, but he spends a lot of time and money every day. Every time he sees this, he still can't help himself.

Pava said to him: "This is your agency fee."

Subpatong stretched out his hand, but found nothing. Then he heard Pawa say: "Don't do unnecessary things, although I like it very much."

Supatong understood this very well, and Pava said that he didn't mind being killed on the way to escape.

Then his thick lips split: "That's natural."

He then stretched out his hand again and carefully took out the two strands on the side of the dazzling "golden screen": "I want to ask about the attitude over there first."

Regardless of whether it works or not, these two cute little goldfish are his.

Pava nodded: "Ask here, don't forget, I want awake surgery."

Subathon nodded, made a phone call on the spot, and hung up after half a minute: "They said they need to think about it."

It’s only normal to think about it. This kind of transformation surgery during a sensitive period may be a fishing method of the Intelligent Management Center.


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