binary dead train

Chapter 385
"Slum? Can I get it?"

Iliad hesitated a little, then shook his head slowly:

"No. 30 No. [-] security area... that's not a good place."

The eyes on the demon god's head flickered, and Turing magnified Iliad's flickering eyes in his vision.

Mr. Broker seems to be remembering something.

The Tumi Chamber of Commerce designated the outermost area of ​​the city of Puniska as a special security jurisdiction and named it "Stable Zone".

But in fact, the appearance of this place is like a vulgar political joke, and the special law and order jurisdiction area is the most chaotic place in Puniska.Body trading, stack trading, black casinos, and even synthetic beasts smuggled from the Tumi Chamber of Commerce are in the hands of local gangs.

Of course, the people there also watch the gladiatorial matches, even crazier than the people in the city, because they can even build their own small arenas and have fun whenever they want.

"You seem to have some stories there?"

Iliad was taken aback by the sound of the monster, and smiled reluctantly:

"I... I used to stay in the stable area for a while... before my father's accident."

"Then you know No. 36 in the stable area, can you get this thing?" Turing stretched out his claws and tapped the screen far away, but Iliad still seemed hesitant.

"Because I am very familiar with the stable area, so... I can't guarantee it. If it's just placed in an ordinary house in a slum, it's okay to say, but if it's placed in some very secret place... it involves black gladiators or other things. Any black industry, it will be very troublesome."

"Well..." Turing thought, "and after so many years, no one knows whether this thing has been taken away. And to walk in this gray area, the best thing to use is strong force... Even if It’s connections, not necessarily force.”

"Sponsors can provide us with security forces, but if this thing involves the secrets of the over-limit Colosseum, involving...Arson Claw, I think we may not be able to use too much external force..." Iliad shrugged and forced a smile, "Although I know how to use a gun, in that kind of place, I can't solve it with a gun..."

Turing was meditating, but did not speak. Four pairs of animal eyes scanned the physiological maintenance room, and finally locked on the stack manager "Soul Roulette" next to him.

A plan came to mind:
"Iliad, how long is my rest time?"

The manager pulled out the projector communicator: "Well...according to the rules of the plundering class, with your current ranking, you can rest for half a month after each battle...and you played another relegation match yesterday , there is plenty of time, we can slowly ponder..."

"I'll go out myself."

Iliad's smile instantly froze on his face:

"Are you kidding me?"

"I rarely joke."

"You must be joking...how do you get out with this head?"

Iliad rubbed his forehead.

"And even if you can go out, what should you do if the royal court guards suddenly censor you? Did you go out for a walk? The royal court beasts don't have the privilege to sneak out casually... What's more, if your current appearance is revealed Outside, it will cause a sensation immediately, don't forget your current traffic."

"I didn't say to go out with this body."

Turing's eyes locked on Iliad, who was stunned for a while, glanced at the "soul roulette" next to him, and his body trembled suddenly:
"Fuck! Don't look at me like that... I won't lend you this body! And even if you go out, you'll be alone!"

"Who said to use yours?"

Turing rolled his eyes.

"Your body can't even beat any semi-finished experimental body here."

The floor trembled slightly, and Turing walked towards the row of training chambers in the physiological maintenance room, each of which floated the semi-finished synthetic beasts he cultivated.

"You are really a scientific research genius... You don't want to use these... Uh, go out in tatters, right? This is too weird."

The corner of Iliad's mouth twitched and followed behind Turing, looking at the indescribable fleshy creature growing together with the vicious strain in the jar.

"It just needs some adjustments. At most two or three days, a humanoid synthetic beast with combat effectiveness can be bred."

"Are you serious?" Iliad was still in disbelief.

Swapping bodies in the Colosseum, escaping here and returning to normal society... This is a jailbreak! ! !
And something like this hasn't happened in 30 years.

For some reason, while Iliad was trembling in his heart, he also felt an inexplicable excitement.

Escape from prison to find something?
This is probably No. 1 in all ages...

"When the new body is cultivated, I will transfer my consciousness into it through the 'soul roulette', and then you will take me out. Regarding the issue of funds and identity, you should have a lot of money on your side. It's not a problem to get up, and then..."

"Hey, wait..." Seeing that Turing had already started to think about the plan, Iliad quickly stopped him, "If... I mean if! If you really go out, what will happen to your current body? Lying here? What if the royal court guards come to investigate?"

Turing stared at the Iliad:

"Isn't there still you?"

"Me? You let me into your current body... What about my body? The manager is much busier than the fighting beast, okay?" Iliad was stunned.

"Isn't there still a 'soul roulette'? I won't take it out. You can change your body, reduce travel and official duties, and keep a low profile and no exposure."

"I... No, what do you mean, you let me be a manager and a beast?! Am I not tired? And is consciousness conversion something that can be done frequently?" Iliad was a little crazy.

He never expected that Blazer would come up with such a weird idea.

"I'll make you a voice changer to make your disguise easier."

Iliad: "..."

"This plan is too full of loopholes..."

"As long as you are not full of loopholes, then there is no problem..." Turing checked the data of the synthetic beast in the training warehouse, and suddenly paused, "There is a very critical problem."

"Did the experiment go wrong?"

"No...the synthetic beast I bred doesn't have a stack body, nor does it have a stack body interface..."

"Can't you make anything?" Iliad asked strangely.

"When will I be able to give you such an illusion?" Turing glanced at this guy, "Perhaps... you still have to use your body."

"Absolutely not!"

"Or abduct a living person."

"This……"

Just when the two were thinking about the solution, there was an urgent doorbell outside.

Turing glanced at the Iliad, came to the wall and tapped the button.A holographic projection constructs the scene outside the gate of the nest:

"A member of the royal court guard?!" Iliad's face changed.

The blue-haired man wearing a silver-trimmed exoskeleton stood at the door, it was Manik.

"These guys... come again? It must be because of killing Sangtu Jike..."

However, Turing next to him lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

"This guy didn't bring troops, and he didn't bring researchers..."

"Indeed." Iliad looked at the screen and nodded, "He came alone, which doesn't make sense... Wait, don't you want it?!"

"It's delivered to your door, how can you miss it?"

Turing grinned.

"Just him."

(End of this chapter)