binary dead train

Chapter 392 Stability Zone and Fans
No. 36, Anding District.

The collapsed buildings were cast into low buildings, like pieces of monster corpses lying on the ground in strange postures.The roar of the engine and strange screams came from the ruined street. A boy in an ill-fitting oversized windbreaker held a dirty synthetic biscuit in his arms and stared blankly at the passing bikers.

A figure blocked the rain in front of him. The boy looked up and saw a white chin and pink lips exposed under the thick hood dripping with water.

"Son, who owns this area now?"

The boy raised his head blankly, looking at the stranger in front of him.

From a low-level vision, he could see the tightly wrapped towering chest, the pink hair under the hood, and a looming Jinze earring.

This seems like a very attractive woman.

The woman seemed a little impatient, and held out a palm with a neat black tattoo and three leather rings, which were wrapped in tinfoil.

But the boy's eyes lit up in an instant, he swallowed, and reached out to touch the thing——

It's the food in town.

But at the next moment, with the rustling sound of deformation and collision of tinfoil, the white palm that was dripping with rain was retracted.

"Now this is the territory of the Deep Flame."

The woman let the boy take the food and watched him munch on the loaf in the rain.

"anything else?"

"They took over the underground arena in Hellthorne and reopened our arena. Now you don't have to watch the TV all the time. The wind of the nether world is fighting with them recently. Many people died in order to get that arena. people."

"Where are the people in the thorns of hell?" the woman asked.

"Hell Thorn? It's about to disband... It's been several months, their boss 'Black Thorn' has disappeared for too long, and even the underground arena has been taken away by the deep fire..."

"Damn it! These idiots!"

The leather boots with skulls on them stepped hard on the ground, splashing rain. The boy was startled, and looked timidly at the woman in front of him.

But the other party had already passed his body and walked towards the distance of the street.

"The outsiders I met today are really scary..." The boy muttered and wiped his head, then turned and walked into a low ruined house, where he needed to clean up the food he got, otherwise he would be robbed Walk.

But when he entered the unowned house, he found someone inside.

It was a man with black curly hair, a face he had never seen in the slums.

"What did that woman tell you just now?"

The boy stepped back vigilantly, crushed the plastic shell of a tube of cable, and was about to escape, but saw a blur in front of him, and the man appeared in front of him instantly.He opened his mouth to scream, but saw a box of food appearing in the opponent's hand.

"She... she asked me which gang is running here now."

"anything else?"

"There is also... the situation of the Hell Thorn Gang."

The man was silent for a while, put his hand into his arms, and took out a boxed food:
"Tell me about the situation at No. 36 in the Anding District, including everything you answered to that woman just now."

……

Turing leaned against the wall, and after listening to the broken narrative of the other party, the situation of No. 36 in the entire stable area had a rough prototype in his mind.

This slum is mainly composed of four active factions: the deep fire, the nether wind, and a hell thorn.These three are gang organizations with extremely high dominance in Anding District.

The other one is the Puniska Law Enforcement Team, but apart from staying in the best building in a stable area and performing symbolic activities around it from time to time, the sense of presence is not high.

Here, gangs are more like rulers, and the biggest gang here is Deep Flame, because they control a large underground arena.Before that, this arena belonged to Hellthorns.

In addition to these four main forces that need attention, there are also "families" composed of wanderers.In No. 36 Anding District, the largest homeless family is the "Fighter", and the child in front of him belongs to the Fighter family.

Turing sorted out the information, while the children held food in front of him, idly touching the dirty embroidered badges on their clothes.

It was a badge embroidered on the chest of the jacket, full of threads and dirt, but Turing could still see that it was a symbol of an out-of-limit arena.

"Did anything special happen here today? For example, foreign airships, changes in the law enforcement team, etc.?"

The boy shook his head, but added:

"Today there is a special match in the arena of Deep Flame, and everyone went to see it, but members of the fighter family are not allowed to go."

There is no airship, that is to say, the people from the secret hall have not arrived yet...

Turing's tense heart relaxed slightly, and he grinned:

"Why are people from the fighter family not allowed to go?"

"Because members of the fighter family will fight in the real and honorable arena in the future. The fighter family has a hall of heroes belonging to us. The patriarch told us that as long as we grow up, we can become real fighters. The entire Puniska TV station Our glorious battles will be played."

Listening to the childish words, Turing narrowed his eyes.

"You want to be a fighting beast too?"

"Of course, the wanderers here all want to become beasts, and everyone yearns for glory. And brother Hope has already gone, I saw him on TV."

Turing's pupils froze: "What did you say?"

"You're from the city, right? Have you ever heard of Incandescent Hope? He's the bravest of the Warrior family, and the best of us."

Hope's brat... came from here?

Could this be a coincidence?

For a while, Turing's thoughts turned.

"Do you think it's an honor to be a fighting beast?"

"Of course it's an honor. Everyone here is watching the game. We all want to be fighting beasts."

"why?"

"Because it's an honor to be a fighting beast."

"Then do you know that only criminals can become beasts?"

"I know, but the gang doesn't allow us to commit crimes, otherwise everyone would become fighting beasts."

Turing fell silent.

The values ​​here are distorted.

Hope's lack of brains may have been formed under such distorted values.

Puniska, and the stable area, a terrifying conjecture emerged in Turing's mind.

At this moment, a hum pierced through the rain and pierced into the dark room.

Under the child's curious and somewhat fearful eyes, a crab-shaped drone came in and landed on Turing's raised palm.

Pulling out the data box and inserting the holographic communicator, Turing fast-forwarded and browsed the whole process of the drone monitoring the woman in the cloak.

It seems that the signal limit has been reached. It would be good if the instrument made from local materials can be waterproof.

After confirming that the woman's whereabouts had stopped, Turing took back the communicator, got up and left, and threw a box of food into the child's arms:
"Thanks, this is for you."

Under the joyful eyes of the child, Turing left the house and was exposed to the rain again, with a white light like the polar day in front of his eyes.

The violent hurricane blew away the rain, and a large airship engraved with reliefs of the royal guards projected a holographic image of the warning sign whistling past, slowly stopping at a building at the end.

Turing was about to leave to find the woman and stopped.

The people from the secret hall came.

Watching the airship stop and land in the distance, and a group of royal court guards entered the building at the end, Turing turned to look at the children who were attracted by the noise:

"What's that place?"

"That's... the Arena of Deep Flame!... What was that just now? Is that the airship in the city?"

Turing ignored the child, took out the holographic communicator, and projected the clue map previously loaded in it.

The position locked by the red dot is exactly where the Royal Guards stayed.

"Underground arena..."

Turing frowned, put away the communicator, and quickly disappeared into the shadow of the ruined alley.

Iliad's sister doesn't care what she wants to do... Things can't fall into the hands of the Secret Palace. The clues of Yassen Crow are the key to his return to the Night State.

According to the available information, Trent should have hidden the "evidence" in an underground arena controlled by a gang, and the gang here is likely to be controlled by the Puniska Law Enforcement Organization.

In this way, the royal court guards and the gang will quickly reach a consensus, and the work efficiency will not be low.

The only good news is that the monster arena is still being played underground there, which may slow down the Royal Guards, but even so, he has to speed up his pace.

And at this moment, Turing felt the sound of fine footsteps coming from behind.

He stopped, turned his head and looked behind——

Two black shadows emerged from behind a huge rusty instrument.

Leather vests, strong muscles, studded leather bracelets, leather boots with skulls and tattoos.

"I'm a bad guy" face.The gang members in this world don't seem to belong to the same style as Yezhou.

The two big men pointed their rusty rifles at Turing, and their yellow teeth were exposed under their ferocious smiles:
"Outsider? You seem to have a lot of good things on you. Give us and let you go."

"I think this kid's face looks pretty good too, why not keep people and things?"

On the road ahead of Turing, two men dressed similarly came out, but one of them had a monster head tattoo on his face, which overlapped with his facial features. At the same time, there were more fabrics on his body, and there was a piece of this world behind his buttocks. The trend of plastic surgery - a tail.

Seeing that tail, Turing smiled and touched his face.

"What is he laughing at?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and fight back, there seems to be something wrong with the gang's site, we have to go back quickly!"

The two big men behind Turing stepped forward quickly, grabbing his shoulders from left to right.

A burst of dense variegated particles flickered and exploded where the two touched, and Turing's face also flickered, blurring for a moment.

"what's the situation?"

The leading tattooed man was stunned.

"That... big brother."

The little brother who grabbed Turing's muscles were knotted, and his neck was flushed.

"We... can't move it."

Bang!
There was a muffled sound and under the pouring rain, there was a crackling sound of bones breaking from the body, and the bright red flesh and blood burst like a watermelon, drenching the companions beside him.A hand appeared at the neckline of the other person, and after a violent whirl in front of his eyes, he slammed into the ground fiercely, spurting out blood soaring like an onion!

"WTF?!"

The younger brother next to the tattooed man was so frightened that he hurriedly opened the rusty bolt and pointed it at the humanoid monster in front of him. Under the explosion of gunfire and bullets, countless dark hyphae rose from Turing's wrist. Wrapped, entangled, and turned into a solid biological shield to block all the bullets. The next moment, with the small hole blasted in the ground, his body appeared behind the gunman, and the black biological shield turned and twisted The black blade reflected by the cold light pierced his chest with the sound of flesh and blood being ripped open!

puff-

The drawn blade left sprayed blood on the wall next to it. Watching the blade in the opponent's hand turn into a black tendril and restore a human arm, the gun in the tattooed man's hand fell to the ground in fright.

Turing looked at him with a smile, and took a step forward. This guy fell to his knees with a "plop"——

"Friend... friend... friend... sir... I, I, I am... I am... the cadre of Abyss Flame... We have something to talk about..."

Turing stretched out his arm and touched his face, and looked up and down with his cheeks:
"Nice tattoo. Blaze, Deceitful Blade?"

"...Uh...yes...yes, yes."

Then Turing raised his tail with the tail blade:
"The tail is also very delicate... is it also Blaze?"

"...Yes...Could it be, you too?!" The tattooed man's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of life.

Turing straightened up, thinking for a while.

"You said just now that you are the cadre of Abyss Flame, the one who opened the Black Arena?"

"That's right! Sir, I think you are also a fan of Blazer? We are a family! Do you want to..."

Bang!
Turing hit backhand, and the black mycelium flashed across his arm, and the opponent fell to the ground, deeply unconscious.

"It seems that it's easy to cause trouble here... But it doesn't matter now, with this guy's face, he should be able to get in. Heh... fans..."

Turing raised his hand and pulled it horizontally across his original face. Between the flickering noise particles, he had turned into the face of a big man with patterns.

Immediately afterwards, the upper body, pants, soles, and height are all exactly the same as the other party.

"The limit of visual deception."

After comparing and confirming that there is no problem, Turing bent down to pick up the pistol of the big man, and walked towards the direction of the Black Arena.

(End of this chapter)