At some point, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and several dazzling lightning flashed through the sky. As the rumbling thunder rolled past, a drizzle of raindrops fell down.

On the side of the road, a series of dim street lights that were as lifeless as the weather spread to both sides.

Occasionally, three or two drunks walked by with their bottles on their backs, staring blankly at the empty streets.

Ma Ping'an looked up at the sky, cursed a few words in a low voice, pulled up his clothes and covered his head and ran forward a few steps, jumped to a broken mechanical car with half a piece of engine cover, and skillfully connected the two wires under the steering wheel, and the car started suddenly with a bang.

Hu Si followed out of the yard and shouted again, "Brother Dama..."

He locked the door behind him in a hurry. Before leaving, he didn't forget to kick the door "clang" and a trace of blue light that was so dim that it was difficult to detect even at night that it suddenly flashed on the storefront.

Ma Ping'an honked the horn in dissatisfaction and urged: "Hurry up... Just looking at the door, come to the mecha, the walls on all sides are broken with just a poke... What's the use of that broken thing..."

Hu Si hurriedly ran over, climbed into the car, and laughed: "Who would use a mecha to patronize such a broken place... But for the little thief, this is called preparedness... and leaving..."

Ma Ping'an rolled his eyes helplessly, found a piece of rag to block a hole in the roof of the car, and complained: "Damn it, let's modify the car, and you won't be more decent. Every time it rains, it's not much different from a convertible."

Hu Si looked aggrieved: "Brother Dama, this is what you want me to do. What do you say is good performance and inconspicuous..."

"Isn't it so inconspicuous to have a pile of broken copper and iron running so fast?"

Ma Ping'an cursed softly, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he rushed out.

With the clanging sound, the broken car miraculously ran fast.

Within a few seconds, the pointer on the speedometer reached the end of the right, and the black car body was like a monster, making a rumbling sound, running away in the raindrops.

Ancient Zoo ruins

The animal cages from thousands of years ago are still scattered among the weeds. Among the dense shrubs, the shadows of several cement houses occasionally appear, but they are also in a mess.

Fortunately, most of these houses were made of molding and watering. Although they were dilapidated, the overall structure was still intact after thousands of years, so they were used as residences by some people who were so poor that they didn't even have a shelter.

It is said to be a residence, but in fact, it is more appropriate to describe it as the word "debris".

There is absolutely no room or window in these houses. Those holes that should have been made of doors and windows are considered decent and glamorous if you can use paper to paste them.

In the house, any decorations with some value have been stripped away, and there are many more, and there are no roofs. There is an empty "skylight" open. When it rains, only the thick tree branches on the top can cover it.

Speaking of which, this kind of place that is so rotten that it cannot be more rotten is also the safest place in the western suburbs.

Because most of the people living here are so poor that they have all their belongings, just pairs of shorts.

Even those ruthless gangsters who claim to be able to scrape off mosquitoes, the underworld gang can't squeeze out any juice from them.

Therefore, no one is interested in snatching this place as their territory.

It is about twenty kilometers from Longhua Avenue to here, but the broken car shows its awesomeness.

In the dark night, the rumbling sound was like a hurricane dragging a long tail, and it rushed to the front from a distance.

That speed is so fast that even the most advanced floating sports car is afraid that it will be a disadvantage.

After knocking down three small trees and flying a piece of broken fiberboard next to the pile of rocks, it trembled like a scattered moment. After everything calmed down, the broken car finally stopped in front of a small room with a snarl.

From the analysis of the new and old levels of newspapers pasted on the windows, the house is quite 'decorated'.

As soon as Ma Ping'an pressed the seat, he overturned from the car and walked in from the window very happily.

Hu Si was not as good as him, and followed in from the straight door that opened beside him with a smile.

"Oh! Little bastard! My window paper is a new one! Ouch...my new dining table..."

An old man ran out of the room, picked up the fiberboard that had been knocked into several pieces, and shouted loudly in pain.

The old man had white hair, shriveled and thin, wearing a suit that he had not washed for a long time. He wiped the spit from his mouth with his greasy cuffs, and walked back cursing.

There is no furniture in the house, and there is a thick layer of hay on the cement floor.

At this time, Ma Ping'an had already sat up honestly and unceremoniously, crossing his legs and staring at his eyes, with a surprised expression: "Old man, I haven't seen you for more than two weeks, why haven't you starved to death yet..."

The old man glared at him angrily for a long time, suddenly lay on the ground, and cried: "It's so fast, I haven't eaten for three days... Oh, now I'm gone to walk..."

As he spoke, he had already fallen softly on the pile of hay, looking like he could not even climb.

Ma Ping'an glanced at him and stretched out his legs and kicked him: "Stop pretending in front of me, I see you are quite strong when you curse me in front of you..."

There were two tears that were squeezed out on the old man's face. He lay down and touched his chin, and said dryly: "Hehe, isn't that because I'm so excited to see you two come to visit me so intentionally..."

Ma Ping'an sneered: "If you have the ability to fake an identity chip, will you starve to death here? Don't you talk nonsense to you, have you thought about it?"

The old man looked aggrieved: "I really don't lie to you... I picked up that electronic chip, and I don't know why I put it on my hand...

Alas, it would be great if I went out and wandered around... But who would know that I was so unlucky, and I was discovered after doing something bad..."

Ma Ping'an whistled, clapped his hands and stood up, saying, "Okay, okay, since you are unwilling to tell the truth, I won't ask anymore... Let's go."

Without waiting for the old man to reply, he walked towards the door on his own. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned around and looked righteous: "As a law-abiding citizen, I hate your fraud! Humph, let the Self-Management Bureau ask you at that time!"

He walked out in anger. Hu Si looked at the old man, but showed a hint of unbearable expression. He quietly took out a paper bag from his arms, put it on the ground, winked at the old man, and hurriedly followed Ma Ping'an.

After a while, a roar sounded outside the house again, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the distance.

The old man ran outside the house, and saw that the car quickly turned into a small black shadow, a look of excitement flashed through his eyes, and muttered: "These two little bastards have some skills, and they can convert this car into this..."

Back in the house, I looked at the paper bag on the ground, but my face showed a sense of alertness. I found a branch from the side and poked it away from a distance. As soon as the paper was broken, a piece of greasy barbecue was exposed...

The old man's eyes showed a look of emotion, picked up the barbecue, looked around and sighed: "I have to move again... Why can't I stay safe... But I haven't found that thing yet..."

He listened again, until he was sure that the sound of the broken car had completely disappeared, and then he opened the haystack under his body.

On the ground under the haystack, there is a small bulge in an inconspicuous corner, which looks like a flaw left by accident when the ground is flat.

The old man stretched out his hand, pressed the bulge, and then twisted three times left and right.

An extremely subtle rattle sound rang out, and a piece of concrete more than one meter high sank down on the wall on the right side of the house, revealing a dark hole.

The old man looked around and crawled in. Soon, the concrete rose again, and the wall became smoother again, and there was no way to find a thin slit.

A few minutes later, another creaking sound came from the door. Outside the house, the broken car was not so loud this time, and it stopped quietly at the door.

"This broken place has mechanisms... I see why you are lying..."

Ma Ping'an walked in with a pair of glasses on his face and cursed.

As he spoke, he picked something as big as a grain of rice from the window ridge, then took off his glasses, ran to the haystack, imitating the old man, and fiddled with the bulge.

As soon as the hole appeared, he gestured to Hu Si and wait outside, and immediately got in.

At this time, there was already light in the cave. Two meters down there was a passage more than one meter high, and it was slanted downwards.

Ma Ping'an leaned over and walked for about 30 meters. As soon as he turned, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a large room of several hundred square meters appeared in front of him.

The old man held a spherical metal body in his hand, widened his eyes, and looked at him as if he was seeing a ghost, "You...why are you..."

"Hehe, I didn't expect it, old..."

Before Ma Ping'an finished speaking, he saw the old man throwing the metal ball in his hand to the ground, jumping his feet and crying.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu...Why did you come in once? I lived here for seven years and six months and just discovered this agency...

Are you smarter than me? Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

He was crying so sadly, and tears fell to the ground, which made Ma Ping'an stunned. He could only carefully get over and gently touch his shoulder: "Hey... I didn't mean it... I... I just put a monitor in your room..."

The old man stopped crying and asked skeptically with his neck tilted, "Really?"

"Really..." Ma Ping'an almost fainted, so he nodded and handed over the thing that was as big as a rice grain in his hand: "Look, the ultra-micro monitor, a 10 million pixel infrared night vision system... good thing, I spent more than 30,000 yuan to get it..."

"Tsk!" The old man put the ultra-micro monitor in his palm and fiddled with it a few times. He grinned and looked disdainful, but tears were still hanging on his face, looking a little strange: "This is called ultra-micro? Humph..."

Ma Ping'an was stern: "This is the smallest monitor now, and the Alliance Inspectors rarely afford it..."

"What a ignorant, uninformed guy..."

The old man shook his head, snorted, ran aside with his head held high, flirted with a bunch of things for a long time, and then ran back with a box: "Look at it... this is the real ultra-micro monitor... your... cut, what's it."

Ma Ping'an watched the old man open the box, which contained a few fine powders. If it weren't for the bright lights in the room and his eyes were good, he wouldn't have seen it.

"See? This is a particle monitor...my latest invention..."

Looking at Ma Ping'an's surprised look, the old man immediately became proud, his head became higher and higher, and his nose almost hit the ceiling.

"It's indeed a master...haha..."

Ma Ping'an patted his shoulder and laughed twitchingly: "The old guy is really capable... It seems that it's even more difficult to create a fake identity chip..."

"Ah...that...that..." The old man immediately had no clues after a long time, and said with a frustration: "You...what do you want to do...I don't have money. Even if you hand me over to the Self-Management Bureau, you will have no benefit..."

"I didn't think about anything!"

Ma Ping'an patted his shoulder hard and almost patted the box in his hand on the ground: "I just feel that you are a talent, so I just want you to work for me."

Well, I’ll give you enough food and clothing and make good things. It’s okay to eat abalone every day, and there’s a bonus, how about it?”

Ma Ping'an's eyes were pure and kind, and she really seemed to be a great philanthropist.

The old man frowned and looked at him for a long time, and asked hesitantly: "Work for you? What are you doing?"

Ma Ping'an looked into the room. A few hundred square meters were filled with all kinds of strange instruments. There was a strange-looking mecha at the deepest point, which was a little larger than an ordinary mecha. It was covered with a green emitting dark fluorescent light.

He whispered to the mecha, and he said in an extremely relaxed tone: "You always know how to modify the mecha, right?"

"Won't..."
To be continued...