: Fanwai The Assassin's Rhapsody of Juvenile Deer (8)

　　 Lu Zhengkang looked at the scenes in front of him and felt shocked and inexplicable. Such a world, the upper level that controls everything and the bottom level that has nothing, such a contrast, so evil.
　　 "I probably understand," he said.
　　 The picture gradually faded.
　　 Skerry came over and patted him on the shoulder, "We still have a chance."
　　 "Odds? You mean we can destroy this so-called heaven?"
　　 "Yes." Skerry took Lu Zhengkang's shoulders and walked all the way out. They left the simulation room and entered a living room, sitting on the sofa, eating snacks and talking.
　　 "The core of heaven is the Piece of Eden, which is an artifact from the ancient civilization of the forerunner. The people in the temple have five, but we have one, although it is damaged."
　　 Lu Zhengkang asked, "The Pieces of Eden are golden apples, right?"
　　 "Yes." Skerry stuffed a handful of cheese slices into his mouth, spouting a smelly air current, "Golden Apple. If you can find it."
　　 "How to find?"
　　 "Only people who have been in contact with golden apples can sense it."
　　 "So this is a deadlock."
　　 "Well, just find the descendants of these assassins who have been in contact with the golden apple. We can use the Animus machine to trace the ancestral memory."
　　 "Well, then."
　　 "We found it."
　　 "Isn't that great?"
　　 "Then I lost it."
　　 "...so it's still deadlocked."
　　 Lu Zhengkang sighed, pushed Skerry's bad breath head away, and stood up.
　　 "I don't belong here." He said to himself.
　　 Lu Zhengkang turned his head and asked Skerry, "Where is my bedroom?"
　　Skerry pointed to a thin sensor door, "Don't go to bed, can't we go and talk to friends?"
　　 "Friend?" Lu Zhengkang repeated, "Friend, do I still have friends?"
　　 "It's really not good for you to be this way." Skerry stood up and walked to Lu Zhengkang, looking at him with sad and caring eyes.
　　 "I don't think all of this is right, do you know? I shouldn't be here!" His expression was a little broken.
　　 "Calm down! Calm down! Would you like some medicine?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang grabbed his hair, took a deep breath, and sighed.
　　 "Where did the descendants of the lost assassin you talk about lost?"
　　 "At the bottom of the second heaven...Wait, don't you want to go there?"
　　 "You go with me!"
　　 "Why?"
　　 "I don't recognize the way."
　　Skerry saw Lu Zhengkang starting to play with his Fencing Sword, and his scalp numb.
　　 "Good, good! I agreed."
　　 He picked up a tablet from the desk, entered the request, and after seeing "Request accepted", he showed the screen to Lu Zhengkang.
　　 "When can I get a reply?"
　　 "It won't be long... well, it has passed."
　　 The doorbell rang, Lu Zhengkang opened the door and found a package on the ground.
There was a new assassin seal inside, and Skerry approached Lu Zhengkang and said, "We are generally responsible for the intelligence work of the third heaven, but fortunately, the person in charge of the second heaven is an old friend. Say hello to him."
　　 Lu Zhengkang pressed the seal on the wall, and the portal appeared.
　　 The two walked a short distance and came to a whole new world.
　　 dark, noisy, and foul.
Here is a small alley on the ground floor. The place that was supposed to be a house has been cleared out. There are many discarded furniture around, and debris such as shabby iron plates are piled up. The walls are full of graffiti, grotesque and ugly, without artistic sense. What made Lu Zhengkang frown most was the urine stain on the wall.
　　 Several bad guys lay in a pool of inexplicable liquid, their faces were very tranced, one of them had a bullet hole in the abdomen, but there was no bleeding, only some broken gears were exposed.
Skerry clutched his nose and walked out. He said as he walked, "Let’s find the organizer first. That old friend is very powerful. It is said to be the descendant of the legendary assassin Jacob Fry..." He turned his head. But Lu Zhengkang disappeared, "Hey! People!"
Lu Zhengkang left the alley from the opposite direction. He did not intend to act with Skyry because that gave him a very restrained feeling. Although Skyry is indeed a friend, he is a representative of a huge organization. He always feels uncomfortable when getting along.
　　 He saw a tall tower made of waste piles in the middle of the shaft, with many signs hanging on it, various food shops, repair shops, and so on.
　　 Lu Zhengkang used his hands and feet together, and climbed to the top of the tower in the eyes of people around him watching fools. Standing on a high place, he could overlook a large area around him.
　　 Take a deep breath of weird air, Lu Zhengkang's eyes sharpened, Hawkeye!
　　 A layer of mist was cast on the line of sight, the building became transparent, the outline of the human body became prominent, and a lot of information poured in.
　　 In a house not far away, there is a group of gangsters entangled with children. In the room next to them, there are people rummaging through boxes and cabinets. There are a few dead bodies behind a big screen. There is a heavy machine in a garage...
　　 Lu Zhengkang jumped on the raised signboards, railings, drying racks, and racks of the house and rushed to the bullied child.
　　 "Hey, buddy! Don't be nosy!" A young man with a moxican hairstyle made several mocking gestures to Lu Zhengkang.
　　 Several strong punks surrounded a girl with short hair, and the girl was holding a knife in her hand.
　　 "Hand over the money, Xiaomi Lian, instead of giving it to your gambler's father, it's better to give it to us." A lean man with a grandiose smile on his face stood outside the gangster circle and persuaded the girl.
Milian didn’t say a word, she was paying attention to the gangsters around. These adults are not only strong ~EbookFREE.me~, but also have money on hand, which means that they can go to the black market to give themselves to a certain extent. Mechanical transformation, the power gap is very wide, but for her, this is not a reason to give up fighting.
　　 Lu Zhengkang drew out the Fenjiang sword and pulled up a brilliant sword flower. The gangster who had been paying attention to him suddenly became nervous. "Guys! We seem to be in trouble!"
The gangsters turned their heads and stared at Lu Zhengkang. The thin man raised his hands and walked over, "Oh! Don't get me wrong, this friend! We are our old neighbors, how could we hurt her?" He moved slowly. The expression on his face was sincere, but his hands slipped slightly from his waist.
　　 Lu Zhengkang frowned and stared at his hand.
　　 The other party was a little embarrassed and raised his hand again.
　　 "Look, isn't it tiring to raise your hands..."
　　 "I don't care, I just want to know, where is the biggest black market here?"
　　 "Oh! The gold master is here! Okay, let old Timmy take you there! Hey! Timmy, where are you dead! The gold master is coming!"
　　 There was a ding-ding sound in a pile of by the wall, and then a sloppy old man with scraps of confetti on his beard came out.
　　 "Come on, Vonny kid, where is the fat sheep?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang waved in front of him, "Here is the fat sheep."
　　 "Ha! Haha! It's another kid, Vonie, dog stuff, why didn't you strip him alive!" The old man smiled, showing his dark, missing teeth, and an unbelievable stench came out of his mouth.
　　 Lu Zhengkang looked at his muddy eyeballs, and then said to the thin man, "This is a blind man."
　　 "I'm not blind!" The old man was extremely angry.
　　 "I said yes, you are not only blind, but also dead!"
　　 The next second, the sword light burst!