Fault Utopia

Chapter 406 Change

"Cicada Graffiti?" No. 43 successfully found the golden graffiti. It was a mechanical cicada graffiti that looked seven or eight meters tall and was made up of various golden lines.

But he didn't find the door here, so No. 43 tentatively reached out his hand towards the left wing and found that his hand could easily pass through the wall.

"So this is camouflage. It's such a large area. The snakehead must have spent a lot of money on it." No. 43 thought to himself.

He gave his sister's unicycle an automatic return command, then sent her a message and pulled Hope Lily in.

As soon as he entered, in the dilapidated unfinished building, he saw dozens of graffiti gang members with prosthetic bodies all over their bodies. The fluorescent tattoos on their faces that glowed in the dim environment were particularly easy to recognize.

The group of street thugs who were spraying graffiti with paint to mark their gang positions turned their heads, glanced, and continued to do their work.

"Everyone is here? Aren't we going to set off?" No. 43 asked the person next to him.

A thug who was picking his teeth with a dagger nearby said nonchalantly, "Fuck it, of course we have to wait for others. If we only take two of you to smuggle across the border in one trip, all of us in the Graffiti Gang will starve to death."

Just as the two of them waited there for a while, people gradually walked into the abandoned building one after another. They had all kinds of looks, covering all classes in the metropolis.

However, the overall class will not be too low, either middle class or management, otherwise they cannot afford the smuggling fee.

No matter who they were originally, they now have various reasons to leave the metropolis and go to a new city to start a new life.

Many people asked Tuyabang about the price of fake identity processing services in Xincheng.

After there were about a hundred people, the Graffiti Gang led them to the basement of the dilapidated building.

When they arrived at the basement, the view suddenly became clear and all the stowaways stared at the empty hole in the ground with their eyes wide open.

An oval-shaped machine that looked like a large submarine and was at least several stories high appeared in front of them.

But this thing is definitely not a submarine. After all, there is no submarine with a big metal drill hanging on the head.

After a quick scan, the information of the device popped up on the system interface of No. 43: Fizzo Industrial Explorator Tunnel Boring Machine Type 4.

"How clever! They actually thought of going directly underground. This way they can use the soil to block the high-intensity radiation outside." No. 43 exclaimed.

"Not only that, I heard that Gomorrah 2000 kilometers away is a cave city built underground. We can use this thing to sneak directly into Gomorrah." A person next to him added.

No. 43 glanced at the other person and didn't say anything. There was no need for him to explain such common sense.

Of course he knew that the location of each city was different due to geographical reasons, the builders' ideas, and the difficulty of cleaning up radioactive dust. As far as he knew, there were cities built on the water.

"Everyone, hurry up and don't dawdle." At the urging of the Graffiti Gang, the group lined up to enter the huge earth-digging machine. With the heavy door slamming shut and a slight vibration, the entire machine began to move in the soil.

Although there were no windows, as the signal gradually weakened, everyone knew that they were gradually leaving the metropolis.

The stowaways were bored and started playing stand-alone games on the system to kill time, while No. 43 opened Sun Jack's open source data and began to study it seriously. Since Sun Jack could not dig any more data, he had to find a new job. He felt that DNA was definitely the next hot spot.

With this skill, he was able to find a job in Emora. Plus, with so much money in his account, he was now considered middle class.

With money and skills over there, I can definitely live better with Hope and Lily than in the metropolis!
After vibrating for about half an hour, No. 43 suddenly felt the vibration of the machine stop. He exited the learning software and looked at the opened metal door in confusion. "We're here already? Impossible."

Just after these illegal immigrants walked out of the machine, they found that this was actually a large cave. More than a hundred fully armed graffiti gang members, holding various heavy weapons, accompanied by combat machines, stared at them eagerly. The relaxed atmosphere suddenly became very tense.

"This is impossible. This smuggling route has been around for at least ten years! How could there be a trap?" 43's face changed instantly.

"I'm sorry, everyone," a black man with graffiti tattoos all over his face walked out of the graffiti gang and looked at the fat pigs in front of him with arrogance.

"Since the last war, we, the Graffiti Gang, have stopped doing smuggling business. Please cooperate, take off all combat prostheses, and stand in a row. Thank you for your cooperation."

"You can't do this! Tell your boss to come out and see me. He clearly promised--" Before a man could finish his words, a laser pierced through his head, erasing his facial features and leaving a bloody hole in its place.

This instantly quieted the restless crowd.

Looking at the opponent's strength, No. 43 knew that he was no match for him and could only be forced to do what the opponent said.

After everyone was forced to remove their combat prostheses, all their weapons were taken away, and all their valuables were looted, locked purple chips were inserted into his neural sockets.

"Don't think about pulling it out, it will explode. Now everyone follow me. Don't worry, we won't kill you, because everyone's body is of great use."

Pointed at by the pitch-black muzzle of the cannon, all the uneasy illegal immigrants were forced to walk deeper into the cave. When they arrived at the depths of the cave, rows of laboratories neatly arranged appeared in front of all of them. Many of them already had people inside, crying and screaming as they were being tortured by various robotic arms. The scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

The faces of the illegal immigrants had turned extremely pale at this moment, and they all felt that they might not be able to get out.

"Please, everyone, please take your seats according to the numbers displayed on your system. I can tell you directly that this is a DNA research institute. Our boss thinks DNA programming is a very forward-looking technology, so we need your help."

"Of course, don't worry, we in the Graffiti Gang value our credibility. As long as you help us for three months, we will let you go."

Everyone was forced to go in, and various injections began to be injected into the body. Various experiments were conducted to ensure the authenticity of the open source data that Sun Jack posted on the Internet.

As a tube of liquid was injected, No. 43 instantly felt something obviously different about his body. However, the next second, he suddenly felt cold, very cold. The numbers on the monitor next to him dropped really fast, and No. 43's teeth knocked against each other completely uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)