Those who reincarnate must die.

"Mr. Zhang, I need to remind you of the following: you are only authorized to carry one weapon of level three or lower. Furthermore, if you attempt to use these weapons to violate the law, I will take drastic measures, and considering the threat posed by the weapon in your possession, it could cause you harm exceeding the punishment you deserve!"

These were the words the mechanical policeman had said when he was taking him to install the chip, and Zhang Lang remembered them!

The Tiger Roar revolver he was carrying couldn't escape the scan of the robotic police. In their eyes, he was a dangerous individual carrying a weapon, and the billiard cue in his hand looked like he was about to attack. Seeing such a menacing and dangerous individual rushing towards him, the robotic police's simple program could only produce one reaction!

Attack immediately, even if it means killing him!

And that's exactly the result Zhang Lang wanted!

Just as the robotic policeman pulled the trigger, he dodged to the side. The fully automatic rifle fired several powerful bullets that pierced through Zhang Lang's fluttering clothes and struck the glass curtain wall behind him!

Even the special glass couldn't withstand the bullets of the future. Several bullets embedded themselves in the glass, and cracks crisscrossed, instantly covering the entire curtain wall and turning the tempered glass into countless small, stuck-together fragments...

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Lang, who seemed to be terrified, took two steps back in a panic and leaned his back against the curtain wall!

With a crash, the painter, who was convicted of assaulting a police officer, fell along with a large amount of shards of glass from the bridge-like street, plummeting into the fog-shrouded downtown area.

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The Lower City is the most chaotic, poorest, but also the freest area of ​​Dream City...

Toxic fumes permeate the air here. To live in this environment, you would either need a house equipped with an air purifier or undergo modifications to adapt to the polluted air.

Of course, if you are confident in your lungs, you can breathe directly, but in practice, people who do this often don't live very long.

But who cares?

The technological revolution has brought about a huge gap between the rich and the poor. A large number of people have been replaced by machines, lost their jobs, lost their role in society, and have been discarded like garbage.

These abandoned and useless people once wanted to return to a primitive state, supporting themselves by farming and hunting. But they soon discovered that this was also a pipe dream!

Because the land belongs to large conglomerates, vast fields are cultivated and harvested automatically by massive machines, and the primeval forests are guarded by mechanical soldiers to protect the environment, prohibiting harvesting and hunting. These people have nowhere else to go but to gather and eke out a living in the city's underbelly…

Fortunately, those large corporations and conglomerates haven't gone so far as to commit such a heinous act of slaughter; they simply let them fend for themselves, treating them like rats or cockroaches. This has led to the formation of a distinct set of social rules in the Lower City, different from those in the Upper and Middle City.

Survival of the fittest, chaos, violence, and desire intertwined...

The base and foundation of countless skyscrapers form the basic framework of the Lower Town. However, unlike the Upper Town, which has planned roads and platforms, most of the public facilities in the Lower Town have been destroyed. What remains are mostly haphazard and unauthorized constructions by the poor.

Beyond the towering buildings, layers of dilapidated houses have been built upon the garbage and scrap metal discarded from above. It's as if a layer of rotting flesh has been attached to bones.

In comparison, those who could live in apartment buildings could generally be considered the upper class in the lower city, enjoying amenities comparable to those in the mid-city. Those living in mud huts and shacks, however, were the true outcasts!

To make a living, they do all sorts of jobs: food workshops using cockroaches and rats as raw materials; private clinics without any medical licenses; mechanics who dilute painkillers with water and perform prosthetic body modifications with rusty tools; and bars that sell cheap alcohol and provide workplaces for women who sell "temporary love"...

A jumble of brightly colored "GG" signs peeked out from the dilapidated houses, pointing the way like road signs in the gray world. Even if you saw them, you might not be able to find your destination...

It's such a mess!

Tens of millions of people are crammed into a three-dimensional city spanning tens of square kilometers, where every inch of land is filled with decay, stench, debauchery, and death.

These people have no tomorrow, no hope; all they have is a carefree attitude of living for the moment and a ruthless attitude of letting anyone take their worthless life...

In the midst of this crowded and dirty street, a neatly dressed and sweet-looking young girl walked by.

The girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a head of fluffy golden curly hair. She wore a beautiful dress that made her look like a porcelain doll, white over-the-knee socks, and red leather shoes. Her delicate face wasn't even wearing a gas mask, and she was breathing in the pungent air without any restraint.

The girl walked along humming a little tune, carrying a package in her hand. She looked innocent and harmless.

But the homeless people and cyborgs around her just hurried past her, and no one bothered her.

A beautiful woman who dares to parade around the downtown area like this is either crazy or has something to rely on!

Judging from the girl's confident expression, she was clearly not the former...

However, there are still some blind fools.

"Oh? Is this the girl from 'Night Passion'? Dressed like that for a home service? Did the client request role-playing?"

A drunken voice came from behind, and two tall, drunk men blocked the girl's path.

The one on the left is over two meters tall. It's clear that both legs and one left hand have been modified, but the styles aren't consistent, suggesting they were done by different mechanics. This kind of crude design is common in the Lower City. It's possible the previous mechanic charged too much, the shop moved and can't be found, or even the mechanic might have simply died… In short, for the people of the Lower City, as long as the prosthetic body can move, the appearance isn't that important; they'll just make do.

The one on the right is shorter but very muscular. From his chin to his chest, you can see signs of modification. Both his hands have been modified, with two rusty, heavy blades folded behind his forearms, presumably ready to be extended at any time in battle.

Judging from their flushed faces and large, bulbous noses, they had clearly just come from a bar, looking for an opportunity to release their pent-up frustration from the alcohol. Upon seeing this doll-like, adorable girl as soon as they stepped outside, the two immediately pounced on her!

The girl didn't even look directly at the two ugly drunkards; she simply strolled between them, and from beneath her flowing skirt, the faint sound of machinery could be heard...

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