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Without further ado, welcome to watch the Crossover Live Contest.

"The target has been locked, the target has been locked. The number is 190919." The mechanical voice appeared on the long day star.

At the same time, at a distance of dozens of kilometers, a petite figure suddenly disappeared from the crowd.

In the future interstellar era, the population will explode. Even if the invention of vehicles such as maglev cars opens up air passages, the space on land has not been abandoned. Invisibly marked roads criss-cross, sometimes suspended in the air, or submerged in the water, like a number of entrenched dragons.

In addition to exuberance exposed to the sun, there is also the filth hidden in the dark.

Opposite the "long dragon", in the foul-smelling underground tunnel, there is a river that is twisted and secluded like a poisonous snake. The people who come and go are either in ragged clothes, or they are secretive and sneaky.

"The latest batch of 'lambs' has arrived."

The old man in rags staggered to find a place, rested by the rusty stairs, took two sips of wine, and answered the phone drunkenly, "This is not the first time to trade, which time did old Clark make a mistake in his work? The price should go up..."

"The people who come out there don't believe other people, hehe, if I hadn't come from there, I wouldn't dare to do such a thing, living there, or already dead, and those who can come out alive are all beasts, it's terrifying, It's not easy for old Clark."

"Don't worry, they can't go anywhere without an ID."

He murmured that he wanted to start a cigarette, and the last word fell, his muscles slackened with age tensed violently.

In the dim passage, a bit of light from a lighter shone on his neck, and an extremely thin silver wire approached the throat and slid across the light.

"Lamb?" The girl's faint and innocent voice sounded in the dark, "You tried so hard to smuggle us from there to this planet, it turned out to be for sale."

Old Clark swallowed, his throat rolling.

At this moment, he has heard the person from the voice. The number is 190919. The person he is most vigilant about in this batch of goods is also his treasure, and she can sell for a high price with just one of her. If it weren't for the serious radiation pollution there and she needed treatment, he couldn't trick her out of there.

"So, the news that you have an ID in your hand is not true?"

"Of course not, old Clark has the credit to guarantee that I have an ID in my hand." He wanted to show a pleasing smile, but because he didn't dare to move too much, he laughed very stiffly, "But only the ID, the information is incomplete, and it is easy to reveal flaws. I It is also for the sake of you. Once the government seizes the loopholes, the consequences will be more serious than smuggling. Even if you have an ID, you will not be able to find a job or make money. If you sell it, no, if you help my employer, as long as you behave Well, you can pay for your treatment..."

That is, they don't have an ID, and if they don't behave well, they get cleaned up and no one will notice.

No matter whether the old Clark is a politician or a gangster, they will always be pawns in the dark, which is worse than the treatment there. At least there, they are only used as cargo numbers, but they still have freedom.

No. 190919: "ID."

Obviously not aware of any movement, a bloodstain overflowed from Old Clark's neck. He didn't dare to make any extra moves after trembling.

He couldn't tell the direction of her voice. Old Clark tremblingly took out the personal terminal that recorded the ID, and tentatively lifted it up. He felt a gust of wind swept across the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, Old Clark's eyes showed a fierce light, and he incited the strength of his whole body to hold the hand that the other party stretched out!

However, the cold and hard texture is completely different from what you imagined.

A trace of cold air came up from the tailbone immediately. The metal thing stretched out its eight thin legs, like the feet of a spider, and pierced into his palm.

"Wait…"

"boom!"

There was no chance of surrender, and the humble man seemed to be demanding compensation from him, causing the betrayer to shatter in an instant, and his flesh and blood flew.

His body fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes widened, his throat made a scary "ho" sound, and he died suddenly.

When he died, the corners of his mouth twitched strangely.

She could have killed him in a quieter way, but she chose this way because the people there were most afraid of dying silently in a corner. They didn't exist in the first place. If there is no sound of death, then who knows that they have lived.

"So you haven't forgotten." In the quiet air, the serial number 190919 whispered, "But the betrayal is still unforgivable."

In order to survive, they can kill each other, but after leaving there, they are not allowed to betray each other and rely on the initiators who left them there.

In the rusted iron staircase, a small screen suddenly lit up, with dark cloud-like gray hair and gray eyes, blood was splattered on the girl's beautiful but calm face, **** and eerie. She didn't notice it, focusing on the new toy on her wrist. It was a personal terminal that Old Clark handed over before his death, and she didn't know when she got it.

But the next second, a strong light suddenly appeared in the dark space and hit her face. The halo gradually shrinks, revealing the figure of the search robot.

"Target locked, target locked..."

This is the stowaways chasing robot that has been chasing her, and the number 190919 blinks its eyes to meet its gaze.

At a distance of ten feet away from her, its mechanical arm bones bounced off, and a small anesthesia gun was set up from the inside, and its inorganic eyes locked on her indifferently.

"Target locked, ready for anesthesia—"

At the critical moment, she pressed the activation button, and the personal terminal was officially activated.

From the robot's perspective, the red warning and constantly flashing images of characters turned into a safe green in a moment, proving that the living body in front of them has legal citizenship. The robot's eyes suddenly became confused.

The first column of the character information shows the owner's name—

Abby.

The high-rise buildings of icy cold machinery are lined up among the criss-crossing flying bridges. The electronic eyes under the eaves of the bridge are glowing with red light.

Abe left the area before it locked the scan.

Now she is a little more embarrassed than when she was in the underground passage, her face is bloodless, her lips are slightly dry, and the small wound on the back of her hand caused by the explosion is slowly bleeding, but she doesn't realize it, those gray eyes are still calm. No waves. The ends of her gray hair of the same color were curled, she stroked it.

It seems to have a direction of action, but it is aimless.

Although old Clark is a betrayal, he has a sentence right, number 190919 - now it is Abe, she is difficult to survive on this planet.

Personal terminal is the most basic identity authentication, which can only be concealed from low-end search robots, but once she wants to make money, she must face detailed inspection. She has no complete education, no acquaintance, or even an address, which is very suspicious to any local resident.

And everything here is so different from a junk star.

The junk star has scarce resources, backward technology, high crime rate, and serious pollution on the entire planet. It is an existence abandoned by the stars. They did not enter the identity and name of the government system, only the ID that was born for the convenience of management, which was compiled into the sequence of all items thrown into the Junk Star. The interstellar people once named it "dust star", and those who live there prefer to call it a junk star.

The long day star is technologically advanced, the government's armed forces are powerful, and the order is just like, everything it has is beyond Abe's imagination.

So she can't use the means of survival she learned from the junk star here. At the same time, she must perfect her information and hide herself in the crowd before the government can use advanced search equipment to find her.

But how can a cluster of flames hide in the ocean?

Ai Bei stood in the shadow of the overpass, slightly raised his head to look at the information that he just had no time to look at. The skyscrapers in the distance showed a half body in the high-rise buildings, like a giant, tall and cold. It has a huge billboard hanging on it, which is particularly eye-catching, attracting the attention of everyone who can see it.

"Welcome to the Crossover Live Contest."

Staring at the brilliant words on the giant screen, Aibe licked the wound on the back of his hand like a stray cat. The neon words reflected in her eyes seemed to add a touch of color to her eyes.