Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang and Carpunk inside the crystal ball only exchanged information via the network, while these reincarnators, who joined this world as residents of the lower city, were not connected to the network. Therefore, they simply watched them standing there, unaware of what the priceless reward referred to...

"The data includes a map showing the area. I've marked a few points; just take out these teams!" Carpunk said. "The reward is next!"

After receiving the information, Zhang Lang glanced at it and saw information about an implantable shield generator at the bottom of the map!

This is something only elite units in the military possess; even the robotic police aren't equipped with it. Once implanted, this device, when charged, generates a defensive shield on the body's surface, capable of withstanding impacts at a certain speed—highly effective against bullets and energy weapons!

This might not be of much use to Zhang Lang, but it would be very tempting for ordinary reincarnators!

Reincarnators are not afraid of prepared battles. They have various enhancements and strange weapons and tools. As long as they make a good plan and take advantage of blind spots in their knowledge, it is not a problem for them to take down natives who are several times stronger than themselves!

But what reincarnators fear most is a sneak attack!

There are reincarnators who can strengthen their bodies to the point of being invulnerable to blades, bullets, water, and fire, but they are ultimately a very small, lucky minority. Most reincarnators' defensive capabilities are far lower than their offensive capabilities!

A reincarnator with powerful weapons and mysterious magic, capable of fighting powerful monsters, you might be able to take him down with a single sniper bullet when he's off guard!

At this time, a life-saving skill, or rather, a skill to prevent being ambushed, becomes crucial!

For example, danger perception, Zhang Lang's tough skin, or even powerful resurrection items... In comparison, the most comprehensive and practical protection, and also relatively easy to obtain, is shield-type abilities!

Of course, in the altar where strengthening is basically based on luck, no one with any ability can claim to be guaranteed to get it. So, given this opportunity to equip everyone with a shield, no Reincarnator team would refuse!

No wonder these reincarnators go to such lengths to work for Carpunk; there are benefits to it!

Zhang Lang simply nodded: "A decent reward... I'll give it a try! But if possible, I'd still like to meet those experts who can steal medicine from the central district without anyone noticing!"

"I'll let you know if I have any news!" Carpunk smiled and nodded. "I also look forward to your good news!"

"So, how will we contact each other from now on?" Zhang Lang glanced at the external chip on Carpunk's head. "Obviously, you don't use that thing very often!"

Carpunk shrugged and sent Zhang Lang another contact number: "If anything happens, you can contact me through this number. It's compatible with external brain chips... Don't worry about being monitored by the higher-ups. These kinds of mobile phones have been obsolete in the Midtown area for many years. They only have stations in the Lower City. It's a reliable way to contact you!"

Zhang Lang wrote down the number, nodded, and turned to leave...

"Who exactly is he?" Carmela asked, fiddling with her red curly hair, her brow furrowed. "What reward did Carpunk promise him that would make him fight against the robotic police?"

"If you're so eager to know, why not just find Carpunk and force him to tell you?"

Kimura smiled, his expression cheerful, yet he uttered something quite dangerous:

"Take some parts apart, inject him with some pain-amplifying drugs, that should make him hand them over immediately..."

"No..." Carmela shook her head. "Using force to seize it will lower the chances of success, and even with items, we probably can't fool the altar. To ensure success, we must use the principle of equivalent exchange and obtain the reward from the natives through a quest!"

"But that's just a legend..." Carson glanced at Carmela. "There are too many of these almost mystical rumors about the altar..."

"But we don't have the resources to verify it!" Carmela narrowed her eyes. "We must proceed with extreme caution!"

"I'm more interested in why this guy is so eager to see us!" Carson pushed up his glasses. "Could he be interested in our thieving skills, or maybe he has a mission for us?"

Carmela nodded: "Indeed, if he can offer reasonable compensation, we won't be so hung up on Carpunk! We'd better find a way to make contact with him!"

As she was speaking, her communicator suddenly rang. It was the last member of the team, Grumman!

"Hey, Captain, what's going on?" A deep voice came from the badge: "Laser Eye downstairs won't let me up, saying someone's in Carpunk's office..."

"Yes..." Carmela's eyes lit up. "By the way, Grumman, a tall, imposing Asian man will be coming down from upstairs soon. Follow him quietly... We'll discuss the details on the way!"

"Oh?" Grumman was slightly taken aback. "He's already down..."

At that moment, in the lobby on the first floor, Zhang Lang had just walked down the stairs when he happened to see a man almost as tall and strong as himself standing in the doorway, carrying a package in his hand, from which a smear of blood was seeping out...

Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes, noticing that the man was also looking at him.

However, he didn't react much, walked past the man, went through two automatic doors to the tavern, and left Carpunk's stronghold.

Grumman watched Zhang Lang leave, tossed the bundle in his hand to Lasereye, took out a gas-filtering mask and put it on his head: "I have to go out for a bit, you can give this to Boss Carpunk..." After saying that, he chased after Zhang Lang and left.

"Boss..." Laser Eyes caught the package and immediately contacted Carpunk: "That Grumman just dumped the head on me and left, probably to chase after that guy..."

Carpunk scoffed, "Whatever, let them make a scene... Heh, killing a robotic policeman without even blinking, that guy either has an incredibly powerful background or he's just a conman spouting lies on the spot. Let those guys try it out!"

On the fog-shrouded streets, Grumman followed Zhang Lang at a distance. As they walked further and further, they gradually came to a relatively dilapidated and desolate street…

Suddenly, Zhang Lang turned into a narrow alley and disappeared from Grumman's sight.

Grumman hurriedly followed, but after disappearing into the alley, he couldn't find any trace of his target!

Grumman drew a strangely shaped silver pistol, his eyes gleaming as he searched for something. Suddenly, a dark figure descended from the sky, pinning him down from behind, knocking the pistol away, twisting his joints behind his back, and slamming him to the ground!

It was Zhang Lang. He had noticed something was wrong with this guy long ago and lay in ambush above the alley, striking back to strike first.

"I'll ask, you answer!" Zhang Lang yanked off Grumman's mask, and the pungent poisonous fog made the strong man cough violently.

"So you're the one who stole Caentron? What abilities do your companions possess?"

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