Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

Su Jianxin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold, white light.

"Only those who pay the toll deserve to die."

His sinister voice was instantly frozen by the bone-chilling cold air of the eighty-eighth floor.

Outside the glass window, the night sky over Handong pressed down heavily, like a giant piece of black velvet.

But the city was blindingly bright.

Tens of thousands of holographic neon lights suddenly lit up, tearing the night into day.

The stench of roasted meat emanating from the charred corpses during the day had long been completely eliminated by the powerful fresh air system.

The air was filled with only a faint smell of ozone and the smoky aroma of cumin from the mutated barbecue at the street stalls.

In Handong today, even if a gold bar falls onto the curb...

No one dared to bend down and pick it up.

Because if you dare to reach out, Yunxiao AI can physically lock your hand, bones and all, in a fraction of a second.

But there are always blind people who are not afraid of death.

Outside the Third Farmers' Market in Guangming District.

Zhao Si, a hoodlum from out of town, was squatting behind the green belt, his triangular eyes darting around furtively.

He had just spent 20,000 yuan to bribe a smuggler to sneak into Handong, and he was wearing a temporary visitor ID ring on his wrist.

The cheap floral shirt he was wearing was blown away by the sweltering evening breeze.

It emitted a strong, stale, sour smell that made one feel nauseous.

Zhao Si had been starving for two whole days, and his stomach lining was so dry and shrunken that it felt like a piece of coarse sandpaper, rubbing against him frantically.

The sour, bitter liquid rushed to the back of his throat, choking him and making him swallow hard.

Not far away, an elderly woman with a full head of white hair slowly walked over, carrying a smart grocery basket.

In the shopping basket lay three bright red, specially supplied mutant apples from the trumpet creeper.

That overpowering, sweet fruity aroma wafted into Zhao Si's nostrils on the hot wind.

"Damn it, an old geezer with half his body buried in the ground, does he even deserve to eat such good fruit!"

Zhao Si licked his dry, bleeding lower lip, his teeth grinding together.

He was a habitual robber in another province.

Seeing that there wasn't even a security guard around this old lady, she became emboldened by evil.

With a sudden twitch of his thigh muscles, Zhao Si leaped out like a mangy dog.

His rough, large hands grabbed the old lady's vegetable basket handle.

He pulled her tightly into his arms.

"You old geezer, give it to me!"

The old lady was pulled off balance and stumbled, falling onto the scorching asphalt.

Zhao Si grabbed a mutated apple, opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and took a big bite.

The sweet juice instantly filled his mouth, and he was so excited that his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"The security in Handong is nothing special!"

As Zhao Si chewed on the fruit, he turned and ran.

After he committed robbery, he would disappear into alleyways, and even police dogs couldn't catch him by the heels.

But he had only run less than three steps.

He didn't even have time to swallow the second bite of apple.

"drop--!"

The gray temporary identity ring on his wrist suddenly emitted a piercing high-frequency beep!

The red warning light instantly pierced through half the street.

Immediately afterwards, the temperature of the inner titanium alloy metal ring of the identity ring skyrocketed at an inhuman speed!

Within two seconds, the temperature soared to nearly 300 degrees Celsius!

"ah--!"

Zhao Si let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

The dark red metal ring was firmly embedded in the flesh of his wrist.

"Sizzle—"

The sebum melts instantly under high temperature, emitting a pungent white smoke.

The yellowish-brown corpse oil dripped down his wrist.

A strong smell of burnt, roasted meat instantly overwhelmed the fruity aroma in the air, hitting me right in the head.

Zhao Si was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back, and his eyeballs were filled with terrifying red blood vessels.

He frantically shook his arms, trying to remove the deadly ring.

But that thing was like it had grown into the bone, and it didn't move at all.

The pain was so intense that the muscles in his groin twisted into a pretzel and spasmed uncontrollably.

"Help! It's burning me! Help me!"

Zhao Si was in so much pain that he rolled around on the ground in agony.

His trousers rubbed a patch of gray-black mud on the asphalt.

The old lady got up from the ground, dusted off her trousers, and didn't even call the police.

She looked at Zhao Si, who was rolling on the ground, and sneered as if he were a dead man.

"You bumpkin from out of town, daring to lay a hand on Master Yan's turf, you won't even have any ashes left tonight."

The old lady had barely finished speaking.

The shops along the entire commercial street were clanging and banging.

All the explosion-proof glass doors were physically locked by the system at the same time!

The customers eating and shopping inside all held teacups and peered coldly through the glass door.

Dozens of maglev taxis sped along the road.

With a screeching sound of brakes, they all came to a sudden stop.

The car door's sensor locks all flashed red, completely cutting off Zhao Si's escape route.

Zhao Si was terrified.

The apple flesh that had just been swallowed, mixed with acidic fluid, was flushed back into the throat.

"vomit--"

He knelt on the ground and suddenly vomited a mouthful of red and white filth.

Panic triggered his survival instincts, like those of a wild animal.

He scrambled to his feet, clutching his smoking wrist.

Like a headless fly, they plunged into a dark dead-end alley next to them.

"Run...we have to get out of this godforsaken place..."

Zhao Si was breathing heavily, and his throat made a hissing sound.

But ahead was a three-meter-high, solid red brick wall.

Before he could even turn his head.

"Click, click."

Suddenly, two alloy electric grids gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light descended from the high walls on both sides of the alley.

High-voltage sparks crackled in the night, sealing off the only exit.

Completely trapped with no way to escape.

Zhao Si's legs went weak, and with a "thump," he knelt firmly on the cement ground covered with mud and moss.

Despair, like a rusty iron claw, crushed his heart.

He was shivering violently, his teeth chattering wildly, and his cheap floral shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

At the top of the alley, there was a surveillance camera that was originally dark.

Suddenly, a blinding red light flashed, and the camera mechanically rotated, fixedly aimed at Zhao Si on the ground.

"Grandpa! Ancestor! I was wrong!"

Zhao Si's mental defenses completely collapsed, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

He frantically kowtowed to the ground in front of the surveillance camera above his head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His forehead slammed heavily onto the rough cement ground, instantly breaking off a large patch of grease.

Blood streamed down his forehead and into his eyes, causing a sharp pain in his eyeballs.

"I'll never do it again! Lock me up in jail! I'll take ten years! Please, don't kill me!"

Zhao Si cried bitterly, his voice hoarse and cracking.

The burnt smell on his wrists mingled with the bloody smell on the ground, making him so nauseous that he vomited while kowtowing.

The surveillance cameras showed no mercy.

The emotionless, cold, mechanical voice of Yunxiao AI echoed loudly in the dead end.

Every word was like a death knell.

"Warning. Target detected stealing special supplies supplied to the conglomerate."

"Judgment: Seriously endangers the public security system in Handong."

"Punishment execution: Deduct lifetime points from account, disqualify from living. Physically evicted to Landfill No. 3."

When Zhao Si heard the words "landfill," his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

That place is specifically for shredding the corpses of mutated beasts and industrial waste!

If a living person went in, they would be instantly corroded into a puddle of mud by the strong acid!

"No! I won't go! Save..."

He didn't even finish half a cry for help.

"boom--!"

A heavy-duty garbage-collecting drone, over three meters tall and entirely black, roared down with a violent gust of air.

The propeller kicked up mud and water from the ground, splattering it all over Zhao Si's face.

The pungent smell of aviation kerosene instantly filled the entire alley.

"Click."

The hydraulic robotic arm suddenly extended violently, clamping Zhao Si's neck like an iron clamp!

"Well!"

Zhao Si suddenly couldn't breathe, his face turning a terrifying purplish-red.

His legs kicked wildly in mid-air, his leather shoes slamming against the wall with a desperate thud.

The drone gave him no chance to struggle.

The engine roared, and the robotic arm exerted its force.

Like dragging a dead dog, they lifted Zhao Si directly into the night sky, hundreds of meters high, and he disappeared into the vast darkness.

On the ground, only a pool of foul-smelling urine and a few drops of blood that hadn't dried yet remained.

at the same time.

The security monitoring room is located on the 33rd floor of the Lingxiao Building.

Chu Yunfei, the rugged head of the heavy industry logistics network, sat in his chair with an air of authority, wearing a black vest stained with machine oil.

His rough, large hand slammed on the metal tabletop, making the teacup lid rattle.

He exhaled a thick cloud of cheap tobacco smoke.

"See that? That's the rule in Handong! A beat-up scavenger can keep these out-of-town scum under control!"

Chu Yunfei turned his head and looked at Zhou Yuan, the security chief, who was leaning against the door frame smoking.

He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, his eyes blazing with fervent ambition.

"Minister Zhou, Master Yan handed over the ground pipes to me, and now the entire logistics network of Handong is completely connected."

Chu Yunfei flicked the cigarette butt away with his finger, his voice revealing a ruthless ambition to conquer the world.

"That underground supersonic pneumatic pipeline will be completed tomorrow. Guess which city Master Yan plans to target first, and drain them dry?"