The ninth slum before dawn was shrouded in a gray fog.
The air after the acid rain has a pungent chemical smell, and every breath is like swallowing sandpaper.
Zhou walked in the narrow alleyway, his steps were light, and there was almost no sound. But with each step he fell, he accurately avoided the water and broken glass on the ground - this is the body control brought by the micro-thread realm.
"Are you sure you want to go now?" Shen Cangsheng asked in his mind, "Since that test supervisor dares to swallow your quota, he must have something to rely on." "
"That's why I'm going." Zhou Xing said, "If Zhao Mingxuan is standing behind him, I should be careful. But if it's just a fox fake tiger power..."
The corner of his mouth curled up with a sneer: "Then he is a chicken to be slaughtered." "
"Kill chickens and monkeys?"
"No." Zhou Xing shook his head, "It's to get back what belongs to me." "
"By the way... Try this freshly sharpened knife. "
Shen Cangsheng smiled: "You kid, ruthless enough. I like it." "
The Sky Dome Technology Test Center is located at the junction of slums and rich areas.
It is a huge building that looks like a dissected brain, exposing complex pipes and lines. It is the "dragon gate" of the Ninth Slum, and countless people want to enter every day, hoping to pass the test and obtain the fate-changing L3 quota.
Zhou Xing stood at the gate of the test center, looking up at the huge signboard.
Three days ago, he was here, suppressed by Zhao Mingxuan with L2-level computing power, and almost became a vegetative state.
Three days later, he returned.
"Stop!" The security guard at the door stopped him, "Do you have an appointment?" "
Zhou Xing didn't speak, just raised his hand and stroked lightly in the air.
An imperceptible black light flashed.
The security guard's eyes instantly became dazed, and then ... Mechanically gave way to the road.
"This is ..." Shen Cangsheng was surprised, "Microthread manipulation?" "
"Hmm." Zhou Xing nodded, "Just now I used a microthread to invade his retinal projection and implanted a 'verified' false signal." "
"When did you learn this trick?"
"When I broke through just now." Zhou Xing said, "The rabid dog instilled a lot in me... Instinct. "
He walked into the test center as naturally as he walked into his own home.
The hall was bustling with low-level enhancers waiting to be tested. Some of them are anxious, some are full of anticipation, and some are numb.
Zhou Xing walked through the crowd and walked in the direction of the supervisor's office.
His perception was let go, and everything within ten meters was in his "field of vision" - the frequency of each person's heartbeat, the scan trail of each surveillance camera, and even the fluctuations in the flow of data in the air.
Suddenly, his steps paused.
"What's wrong?" Shen Cangsheng asked.
"That supervisor... Zhou Xing looked at an office at the end of the corridor, "He is monitoring the entire floor with L3 computing power." "
"L3 level?" Shen Cangsheng smiled, "Just L3 wants to stop you now?" "
"No, the problem is not here." Zhou Xing frowned, "The question is, why does an ordinary supervisor have L3 level monitoring authority?" "
"You mean ..."
"There are people behind his back." A hint of solemnity flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes, "Moreover, that person doesn't want the outside world to know what happened here." "
"Who could it be?"
"No matter who it is..." Zhou Xing took a deep breath, "I want to meet him." "
He walked to the office and pushed the door open.
In the office, a middle-aged man was sitting on a wide leather chair, his feet resting on the table, drinking coffee leisurely.
He is Wang Defa, the director of the Tianqiong Technology Test Center, and the person in charge of the "death test" three days ago.
The moment he saw Zhou Xing come in, Wang Defa's pupils contracted suddenly.
"You ..." He put down his coffee cup and stared at Zhou Xing in disbelief, "Why are you still alive?" "
"Thanks to the blessing of Director Wang." Zhou Xing smiled, "Life is hard, I can't die." "
Wang Defa's face changed.
Of course he knew what had happened three days ago. Young Master Zhao Mingxuan personally took action, suppressed the audience with L2-level computing power, and then named to take this kid named Zhou Xing to an "in-depth examination".
It stands to reason that Zhou Xing should have turned into a corpse on the test bench.
But now, he is not only alive, but also ... Looks stronger than before?
"What are you doing here?" Wang Defa pretended to be calm, but there was already a hint of trembling in his voice.
"Get back what is mine." Zhou Xing said bluntly, "Three days ago, I passed the stress test of SCC. According to the rules, I should get the L3 level primary quota. "
"But that quota was 'kept by Director Wang' on his behalf."
"I'm here to pick it up now, is there a problem?"
Wang Defa's face turned blue.
That quota was indeed swallowed by him. And not only the quota, but also all the data generated during the weekly test - Master Zhao Mingxuan specially ordered all the information of this experimental material to be sealed.
"What are you?" Wang Defa sneered, "A bottom garbage is also worthy of talking about regulations?" "
"Let me tell you, that quota has long been canceled. You ... now Nothing. "
Zhou Xing nodded, as if he had expected this answer.
"In other words, Director Wang doesn't plan to pay it back?"
"Still?" Wang Defa seemed to have heard some funny joke, and laughed, "Who do you think you are?" Dare to ask me for something? "
He pressed a button on the table.
"Come on, drag this troublesome garbage out!"
The door opened, and two strong men nearly two meters tall walked in. They wore black uniforms and smelled of engine oil - a sign of military-grade prosthetic transformation.
"Prosthetic person?" Shen Cangsheng reminded in Zhou Xing's mind, "Be careful, their nervous system has been mechanized, and your microthread manipulation has limited effect on them." "
"I know." Zhou Xing said, "But I don't plan to use microthreading to deal with them." "
He looked at the two strong men and sneered at the corners of his mouth.
"Deal with this level of ... It is enough to use your fists. "
"Arrogance!" Wang Defa roared, "Hit me!" Hit until he climbs out! "
The two prosthetic men looked at each other and rushed towards Zhou Xing at the same time.
They are fast and their strength is amazing. The moment the fist was swung, the air burst into flames.
But the cycle is faster.
His body was slightly sideways, dodging the straight punch of the first prosthetic man, and at the same time, his right hand became a claw, accurately clasping the opponent's wrist.
And then——
Click!
The sound of bones shattering is clearly audible.
"Ah!!" The prosthetic man let out a scream, and his military prosthetic limb worth hundreds of thousands of yuan was crushed by Zhou Xing's bare hands!
"This is impossible!" Wang Defa's eyes widened, "Your strength ..."
Zhou Xing didn't give him time to be surprised.
He let go of the first prosthetic, turned around and kicked the second prosthetist on the knee.
The angle of that kick was extremely tricky, and it kicked exactly at the weak point of the prosthetic joint.
Bang!
The second prosthetic man fell directly to his knees, and the mechanical leg was already unnaturally twisted.
The whole process took less than three seconds.
The two military-grade prosthetics all lost their combat effectiveness.
Wang Defa was completely panicked.
He was in a hurry to press the alarm button on the table, but Zhou Xing had already appeared in front of him.
"Don't move." Zhou Xing's fingers gently touched Wang Defa's forehead.
A cold force, along his fingertips, penetrated into Wang Defa's brain.
That's ... Microthreading!
"You... What have you done to me? Wang Defa's eyes widened in horror.
"Nothing." Zhou Xing smiled, "It's just that in your nervous system, a little bit is left... Small gifts. "
"Now, Director Wang." He pulled a chair and sat down comfortably, "Let's talk about my quota." "
"You'd better explain honestly, otherwise ..."
His fingers flicked gently.
Wang Defa suddenly felt as if his brain was pierced by countless steel needles, and he screamed in pain.
"I said! I said! He wailed, "Quota... The quota is in the company's secret account! I can transfer it to you! "
"What else?" Zhou Xing asked.
"And ... There is also Young Master Zhao's order... He said to seal all your data and not leak it...
"Zhao Mingxuan?" A cold light flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes, "What else did he say?" "
He said... He said you have something weird in your head and you need to focus on monitoring... If you find you alive, notify him immediately..."
Zhou Xing was silent.
Sure enough, Zhao Mingxuan had already noticed him.
But that's to be expected.
"Director Wang." Zhou Xing stood up and looked condescendingly at Wang Defa, who was slumped in the chair, "I will give you two choices now." "
"First, transfer the quota to me and forget about everything that happened today."
"Second ..."
A scarlet light flashed in his eyes.
"I let you see for yourself what the 'little gift' in your mind can torture you into."
Wang Defa trembled all over.
He saw it in Zhou Xing's eyes... Murderous intent.
It was pure, cold, and without a hint of emotion.
It's like looking at a livestock waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'll choose the first one!" He screamed, "Quota for you!" All for you! "
Ten minutes later, Zhou Xing walked out of the test center.
In his account, there are 5,000 more tokens - that's the test reward he deserves, and ... Some interest.
"Just let him go?" Shen Cangsheng asked in his mind.
"Of course not." Zhou Xing sneered, "I left a back door in his nervous system." In the future, he will be mine... Eyes and ears. "
"If Zhao Mingxuan has any movement, I will know as soon as possible."
Shen Cangsheng praised: "Clever." But aren't you afraid that he will snitch? "
"He won't." Zhou Xing said, "Because he doesn't know what that 'little gift' is." The fear of the unknown is more terrible than the known punishment. "
He looked up at the sky.
There, the huge silver ring still floats, overlooking the city indifferently.
"This is just the beginning." Zhou Xing whispered, "Zhao Mingxuan... Our accounts are settled slowly. "
(Chapter 7 End)