Kapitel 33

But as Yi Heye stared at the heavy, unsettling sky, he felt that this world seemed even more oppressive and unbearable than the reality he lived in.

Yi Heye has never been very sensitive to human emotions, but this time, he even felt that the world was full of negative emotions from Fang Chunyang.

This is spiritual pollution, which is even more serious than environmental pollution. Yi Heye found a mask in the drawer, put it on, put on his hoodie, and went out.

He quickly went downstairs and took the elevator to a damp basement.

The basement was empty. When Yi Heye walked to the familiar parking space, a motorcycle of the same model as Xiaoming's appeared out of thin air in front of him.

This motorcycle is exactly the same as Xiaoming's in every way, except it lacks a chattering onboard AI.

Yi Heye took a closer look and saw that the logo on the front of the car had been changed to the logo of Siwei Networks—clearly, Siwei was starting to exert its efforts and was customizing useful game props for him on the spot.

Yi Heye's mood improved, and he quickly hopped on his motorcycle and roared out of the ground—

His destination was clear: head straight for Area A.

This blue sheep is clearly obsessed with that mysterious realm, and will inevitably choose to make its final lair there.

As the car burst from the ground, the crimson sky seemed like a sea experiencing a tsunami, roaring as if it were about to crush everything towards it.

Yi Heye looked at the dark, swirling cloud. He had been feeling suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere, but somehow he misjudged it and thought the cloud looked like the rear end of a row of small clouds, rumbling and thundering as it came towards him.

Those vague feelings vanished instantly, even revealing a strange sense of absurdity.

Yi Heye felt a little sorry for the atmosphere that Fang Chunyang had put so much effort into creating, so he pulled his hood down low and was too embarrassed to look up again.

Aside from the mood-ruining sheep's rear end on top, the rest of the rendering is quite well done.

The cold rain hit Yi Heye's hands, and he even felt a stinging sensation as if his skin was being corroded.

Fortunately, he was wearing long sleeves—he made a point of covering his left arm completely this time, just hoping he wouldn't give him a sensory feast at the crucial moment.

The narrow streets remained deserted. Only when there was no one around did Yi Heye realize that those streets, which could accommodate so many people, were actually incredibly crowded—even when empty, they were like sewer pipes that could be blocked by the cold wind at any moment.

On one side, on a large screen on a high-rise building, the image of SHEEP was erased and replaced with some vulgar and terrifying advertisements.

But there was no one in the entire world; it seemed as if everything was specially prepared to disgust him. On the screen, pairs of bloody eyes stared at him.

What a terrible city. Yi Heye thought to himself.

Unfortunately, he was not sensitive to these things. Whether he was born in a garbage dump or into a wealthy family, whether the sky was blue or gray, or whether the TV was showing a comedy or a horror movie, it made no difference to him.

Yi Heye is a person who is very numb to the emotional stimuli of the environment. In short, he is not good at understanding the atmosphere. This is his flaw, but also his strength.

And so, surrounded by a throng of sheep's rear ends, he sped past. The silent motorcycle crushed the neon lights in the puddles, splashing up layers of shimmering water.

Everything receded into silence; apart from the roar of engines, the bustling city had never been so quiet.

The target is Area A. Yi Heye sketched out that unfamiliar place name in his mind.

It is a mysterious place that is only revealed in interviews, documentaries, and film productions. It has a beautiful landscape and gardens that make people yearn for it. It is a city that exists, but never allows outsiders to covet or even dream of it.

Fortunately, Yi Heye was a man without desires or ambitions. If it weren't for Jian Yunxian's presence, which made him barely remember this forbidden place that seemed like a castle in the air, he probably would never have cared about that mysterious place in his entire life.

Therefore, he also finds it hard to understand why anyone would risk breaking the ban and going to jail just to see the real thing.

He rode his bicycle at high speed through the familiar streets, speeding past the lobby on the first floor of the central consulate. The gaudy yet dazzling lights around him and his four-dimensional imposter Xiaoming shone with golden light.

This is the junction of Zone C and Zone D, still a long way from Zone A.

Perhaps adhering to the ideal of absolute perfectionism, the five districts jointly planned and formed a very standard concentric circle.

The outermost thin ring is Zone E, which best fits the standard of "marginalized people". Then, layer upon layer wraps inward, and the noble and mysterious Zone A is the innermost layer, surrounded by stars, and is the well-deserved "center".

Yi Heye drove the car to the light track platform, intending to see if there was a teleportation device, in order to minimize the time he wasted on the road.

He rarely uses public transportation. The place was deserted, with no passengers or attendants, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

He frowned and stood at the closed security checkpoint for a long time, looking at the motorcycle parked beside him that he couldn't bring into the light track—he still preferred to work on a motorcycle, and it would be nice if he could bring it along.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the motorcycle beside him suddenly folded up with a snap, eventually turning into a cube the size of a cigarette box, which landed in his hand.

Siwei is so thoughtful? Yi Heye had just started to wonder when he saw a sheep's head carved on the block and couldn't help but find it funny—Siwei was desperately trying to curry favor in order to get a reduced sentence, but he had to steal the limelight from him. He didn't know what he was after.

After passing through security, Yi Heye went straight to the waiting hall, where the train looked identical to the unusable scene model around him. He went over and tried to open the door, but sure enough, it wouldn't open.

He frowned, and just as he was about to leave, he saw a blue progress bar appear on the train door. As soon as the progress bar finished, a faint light appeared on the entire light-track train, and then the train door clicked open.

Without any four-dimensional markings or a sheep's head, Yi Heye guessed that this was probably Song Zhouzhou's doing.

He stepped into the empty carriage, but he didn't feel that the whole world was empty.

The train's main route only reaches the outskirts of Zone B, but it can save Yi Heye a lot of commuting time.

He watched the colorful lights inside the carriage, and after a "ding" sounded, the surrounding scenery slowly descended, and the car body floated in the lane.

Yi Heye stared intently out the window. After rushing out of the dark acceleration tunnel, the speed stabilized, and the feeling of overspeed and weightlessness gradually disappeared.

The journey to the station would take about half an hour, which would require a full day's cycling time. Yi Heye sat in his seat, gently closing his eyes, intending to conserve his energy as much as possible.

The train was quiet and smooth during its journey. Just as Yi Heye was about to fall asleep in the peaceful environment, a strange noise suddenly came from the door of the next carriage.

Yi Heye suddenly opened his eyes, stood up alertly, and subconsciously put his hand on his side—

He didn't have time to search for equipment, so there shouldn't have been anything on his side, but the instant he put it on, two guns appeared next to him.

One is a GLOCK-18 submachine gun engraved with a ram's head, and the other is an M30 composite gun with four-dimensional markings.

Yi Heye picked up the sheep's head G18 without hesitation.

At this moment, at the Siwei headquarters, Liu Siwei saw that Yi Heye had not chosen the M30 he had prepared, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

The security department set a target for him: he had to reach a certain amount of effective assistance in the game before they could provide him with a defense for a reduced sentence.

"Why doesn't he use the M30?" Liu Siwei exclaimed in despair. "The G18 is lightweight and has a high rate of fire, but the recoil is very difficult to control in bursts. Most people simply can't use it well!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cartoon sheep appeared on the screen in front of him: "Because he's not an ordinary person."

At this moment, in the game's live video behind him, Yi Heye yanked open the car door and loaded, aimed, and fired at lightning speed.

Before the other side could even react, they saw a menacing robot crash to the ground with a thud.

Before his eyes, the pistol with the ram's head engraved on it twirled on Yi Heye's finger before he deftly tucked it back to his waist.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, even highly entertaining, making it a delight to watch.

The lamb turned around, staring into Liu Siwei's eyes as if showing off:

"This is Mr. Cheetah, who never misses a shot."

Author's Note:

One person storms in, supported by three others, two of whom are even vying for attention. Cheetah, you're incredibly lucky.

Chapter 34, number 034

At this moment, Yi Heye was holding a ram's head spear, hiding half of his body behind the door.

He closed the door, leaving only a small crack for easy observation. At that moment, a pile of broken robot wreckage lay at Yi Heye's feet, but the commotion at the other end of the carriage did not cease.

He glanced quickly inside and saw a huge figure rushing towards him.

Yi Heye's silver hair fluttered gently in the ripples of the air. As the movement drew closer, Yi Heye frowned and quickly closed and locked the door.

The moment the doors closed, the carriage doors made a loud bang, and at the same time, the scene appeared distorted.

At this moment, Yi Heye had retreated to the center of the carriage. He could clearly see that this was the result of a huge steel body crashing in at extremely high speed.

That carriage contained not only the robot we had just knocked down, but also an even larger one.

Yi Heye took a deep breath and slowly retreated amidst the repeated impacts.

The carriage door in front of them wouldn't hold for long. If they were to fight a guy that big inside the carriage, the probability of falling off the train would be almost 100%.

At this moment, there were still about fifteen minutes before the light rail arrived at the station. Yi Heye frowned, focused all his energy on his hearing, and quietly retreated to the door of the other carriage.

"Bang!!" The moment the door was smashed open, Yi Heye yanked open the door behind him, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps and a thunderous crash.

He once again blocked the giant object behind him.

The continuous impacts had made the monster slightly tired, and the commotion behind it gradually subsided. However, the scene before it once again made him frown—

Yi Heye hadn't heard any noise in the carriage, and what he saw in front of him was indeed a full house.

The twenty seats were neatly arranged and filled with dormant robots. The moment Yi Heye barged in, the green dormant safety lights above their heads turned red with a "whoosh," and the next second, they all looked at the uninvited guest at the door.

Ultimately, Yi Heye possessed extremely high professional competence, and he grasped the situation the moment he entered the carriage.

"Bang!" In the instant the robot doors fired at him simultaneously, he grabbed the nearest one from behind.

In a matter of seconds, Yi Heye first used his elbow to quickly snap its neck, rendering it completely immobile, and then swung its body in the direction of the force.

Bullets clattered and thudded onto the machine in front of him, but Yi Heye was not put on the defensive; in fact, he managed to sweep off another machine next to him.

He held the mechanical shell as a shield in one hand, and with a stomp and hook of his toe, he disassembled the gun on the ground and tossed it into his hand.

"Bang bang bang!" Yi Heye raised the confiscated weapon and blew off three or four heads, then used the G18 given to him by Xiao Yang to sweep away the remaining enemies.

One against twenty.

After Yi Heye finished inspecting the wreckage on the ground, the behemoth behind him began to stir again.

Although sweeping through this carriage didn't take much of Yi Heye's energy, he was more concerned about whether the train itself could withstand the pressure.

At this moment, with the creaking sound from the other side of the door, Yi Heye felt the entire vehicle begin to shake involuntarily.

In a one-on-one challenge against the behemoth, Yi Heye would most likely emerge unscathed, but following the light trail as he falls from a height of 100 meters, even if he were a god, he would probably be smashed to pieces.

He looked at the door behind him, where the number "3" was written directly above it, indicating carriage number three, two carriages away from the driver's cab.

As the jolts from carriage number 4 drew closer, Yi Heye gritted his teeth and kicked open the door to carriage number 2.

The moment the door opened, he was already prepared. His G18 seemed to have eyes, biting down hard on the robot lying in ambush in front of him. There were about four or five in this carriage. Yi Heye fired and kicked all the way, and quickly broke into number 1.

He had assumed there were robots waiting for him in carriage number 1, but when he raised his gun to his chest, he found it completely empty.

A safe carriage.

To prevent any unforeseen complications, Yi Heye put away his gun and quickly ran to the driver's seat—he had no experience driving a light rail, but he was literate, and most importantly, he was daring.

Yi Heye froze the moment he rushed into the driver's seat.

Contrary to his expectations of an empty, driverless cab, there was someone sitting in the driver's seat—the train conductor.

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