Those who reincarnate must die.

The girl continued walking with ease as if nothing had happened.

The two burly men stood frozen in place. A moment later, the remaining flesh on their bodies was torn to pieces and scattered all over the ground. Their mechanical prosthetics, without the support of their torsos, also collapsed to the ground.

The two people who were just alive were instantly torn into pieces of flesh and parts scattered all over the ground.

However, passersby did not pay much attention to the pile of trash on the ground.

Death is an ordinary thing in the lower city.

The only consequence of this instantaneous battle was that, a few minutes later, the relatively intact mechanical parts were picked up by some sneaky individuals, and it's unknown who they will eventually install on.

The girl quickly arrived at a bar, passed through two completely enclosed automatic doors, entered the air-purified interior, walked past patrons who were either drinking heavily or flirting with waitresses, and made her way to the kitchen. She walked straight through it, passed through two more automatic doors guarded by cyborgs, and finally entered a slightly more spacious area.

This is where you officially enter the building's interior, a precious space reserved for those of high status and position. The bars outside are simply illegally constructed additions.

Inside the building, both the layout and the technology were significantly more advanced than the exterior. In the spacious lobby, several menacing men with tattoos and varying degrees of body modifications were playing cards. The heavy smell of smoke made the young woman fan her nose in disgust.

"Honestly, I'd rather smell the toxic fumes outside!"

"Oh, our little princess is back?"

One of the players in the card game looked up and stared at the girl with a pair of hissing electronic eyes:

"How's it going? Is the mission progressing smoothly?"

The girl tilted her head, waved the package in her hand, and smiled innocently: "It's here. Do you want to check it first?"

"No need!" The man pointed to the building behind him. "Go upstairs, the boss and your companions are waiting there!"

"My companions...?" The girl's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Did anyone return before me?"

"You guessed it, didn't you!" The red light from the electronic eye contracted slightly.

"That's the good-natured young man! Heh, though you look glamorous on the surface, you exude a wild, rebellious aura... That guy is so dazzling he practically doesn't care about the lower city!"

"Tch!" The girl pouted, ignoring the electronic eyes, and walked briskly up the stairs, but stopped humming...

Upon reaching the second floor, we walked through the corridor, past the guards, and pushed open the door to enter a luxurious office.

Behind the spacious counter sat a middle-aged man wearing a huge emerald ring. He was dressed in a dark brown striped suit, slightly overweight, bald, and had an exaggerated scar above his left eye, which made his otherwise handsome face look fierce and sinister.

Judging from the shape of the scar, this guy's left eye should have been blind long ago. However, judging from his bewildered expression, he either had a transplanted eyeball or a perfectly realistic prosthetic eye. Thinking of her own legs, the girl guessed the latter.

"Oh, you're back, little doll girl!" The bald boss smiled slightly when he saw the girl.

The girl didn't answer, but simply put the package she was carrying on the coffee table.

"Is it resolved?" The question came from a plump woman sitting in front of the coffee table. She looked to be in her thirties, with long, red, wavy hair and a languid air.

"When have I ever failed?" the girl finally replied, then looked up at the person behind the wavy-haired man: "When did you get back?"

The girl was asking a question to a young man who stood ramrod straight. He looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, dressed in clean and tidy sportswear. He was tall, fit, handsome, and had a sunny disposition.

Upon hearing the question, the young man gave a bright smile: "Not long ago, just got back!"

"Kimura returned forty minutes ago!" The woman answered the young man's question, casually opening the package to reveal its contents.

That was a bloody human head!

The head was bloated and obese, with an iron band around its skull, indicating that it had been modified.

When the bald gang leader saw the human head, he immediately burst into laughter:

"Old Quinn is dead too. With the batch of medicine you guys got your hands on, it won't be long before South T14 District is mine!"

As he spoke, he looked at the woman's ample, wavy hair and said, "Carmela, your people are indeed very efficient!"

Carmela, with her large, wavy hair, laughed, "We never let you down. What about the promised reward?"

The bald boss smiled and pressed the call button on the table. A moment later, a sexy woman walked in on a pair of mechanical legs, carrying a tray with an electronic eyeball on it.

"This is what I promised you: a human head, an electronic eye..." the bald man chuckled. "But honestly, while this will greatly improve your eyesight, it also brings a lot of trouble. You'll need maintenance, medication, and you might even become a target... If I weren't so desperate to keep it, I'd still miss my original eyeball!"

"Thank you for reminding me!" Carmela took the electronic eye, then took out another one, making a pair, and handed it to the girl: "Coco, this is yours!"

The girl named Coco took the two eyeballs and looked up at the ramrod-stiff young man, Kimura: "Don't you need them?"

"I still trust my own body more!" Muramasa maintained his sunny smile. "What I need is something that suits me better!" As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of paper documents from his pocket and looked at the bald boss.

The bald boss chuckled and said, "Don't worry! The task I promised you will be arranged soon!"

The girl shrugged, took the electronic surveillance camera, and left, heading deeper into the building.

There, there was a mechanical modification technician known as the best in the entire Lower City. His loyalty and friendship were once the most effective cards that helped the boss, Carpunk, the bald man with the emerald green hair, to carve out a niche for himself in the Lower City!

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"A violent incident?!"

The young bartender, wiping the glasses, shook his head.

"Sir, are you mistaken? This is the downtown area. Here, violence is as common as eating three meals a day!"

Sitting opposite the bartender was Zhang Lang, who was holding a glass of vodka.

When he fell from the central district, he was mentally prepared to fall 900 meters vertically.

With his current attributes far surpassing those of ordinary people, falling a thousand or eight hundred meters is about the same as an ordinary person jumping three or four stories... Although it is still very dangerous, with the addition of his iron bones, steel-like skin, and a series of blood enhancements, the actual injuries he suffers should be less. In the face of his regenerative abilities, it is not a problem at all.

However, the actual situation was better than he had estimated; he only fell a little over 300 meters before being stopped by a dilapidated sky plaza.

At the time, this guy wasn't even seriously injured. He dusted off the rubble and realized that the fall might have caused less damage than he had imagined, because the once indestructible concrete ground seemed quite "soft" in the face of his now-steel-like body...

Therefore, if the earth element continues to strengthen, there will probably come a day when falling from great heights will be largely no longer a concern...

Fortunately, he had protected the external brain chip device in his arms while it was in mid-air. After putting it back on, he immediately began to gather information, and the bar was his first target.

In his experience, such places, where all sorts of people mingle, are the easiest places to gather information.

But clearly, his phrasing was a bit off. Zhang Lang thought for a moment and changed his question: "So, recently, I mean since yesterday, has anyone been making large-scale purchases of Caentron?"

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