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"Is this the Flame Pass?"

Pang Xiang looked up at the water outlet on the mechanical dam and subconsciously scratched his crotch.

"Mom, I need to pee."

"Hold it in."

"Oh."

Fatty Xiang sighed, and with his left hand lifted the mutated seal that had been resting on his waist to his shoulder.

His mother said that he was an adult now and should understand social etiquette, so he carried the prey over.

I heard this stuff can nourish the kidneys, Brother Gao should take some too. I heard he can only last 10 hours, that's too little. He can play virtual machines for 20 hours straight.

"Fat Xiang, wait a minute, help me carry my things too."

Aunt Xiang glanced back, saw it was a young woman, and then looked away.

"What, you've taken a fancy to her and want her to be your daughter-in-law?" an old hunter said in a frivolous manner.

"The size difference is too big," Aunt Xiang rolled her eyes.

Mengduo carried large bags and small packages, and Pangxiang carried large bags and small packages. Aunt Xiang couldn't help but complain, "Can't you put your things in the car? Why do you have to carry them?"

The young woman pouted, "I'd like to let him go, but the problem is he has to let him go too."

Not far away, a sleek black sports car was showing off its performance with abandon, going from 0 to 500 km/h in just 5 seconds. It was bulletproof, radarproof, and equipped with three acceleration features. It was said to be the latest "Black Panther" from the City That Never Sleeps.

"I thought this kid would choose a large armored vehicle for modification; didn't he used to be a deliveryman?"

Old Gold Tooth, stroking his chin, blended in with the group thanks to his outgoing personality.

"The old man was delivering goods for a gang, not a real truck driver."

Suddenly, the black sports car emitted a metallic sound, and along with it, the entire car began to undergo a massive transformation, with countless parts separating, reassembling, and recombining, eventually turning into a three-meter-tall "Autobot".

The Autobots strike various poses.

"Look at my new body, how is it!"

"Art."

"The art of machinery!"

"Truly art!"

On the mechanical dam, Lao Bing, Lao Ding, and Lao Geng were talking to themselves. Lao Bing and Lao Ding were staring at the sheet metal, while Lao Geng was looking at Aunt Xiang with a smug look on his face.

"A face like a rose, a petite figure, beautiful, so beautiful!"

Old Bing and Old Ding both looked at her with surprise in their eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

I think I'm in love!

More and more people arrived at the Flame Pass. Many of the familiar faces hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they naturally had a good chat when they met. The strangers also exchanged pleasantries.

"Hello, hello, my name is Zhao Tong, and I am now the general manager of Base No. 1."

"Second Brother, smile! You have no expression at all. Are you even alive?"

"Killers shouldn't have expressions, and I'm not a living person, I'm AI."

"Fat Xiang, why are you so late? All my knives are broken! If you had helped me then, 'Red Tassel' wouldn't be broken!"

Looking at the Japanese girl clinging to Fatty Xiang's thigh, Aunt Xiang crossed her arms and frowned.

This girl has no breasts or butt, and she's short. She's not suitable for my chubby Xiang at all.

"Doesn't this young girl dislike men?"

"She's just a young girl, who can say for sure?"

Old Xu poked Aunt Xiang's waist, "You should worry about yourself."

"Myself?"

As soon as Aunt Xiang looked up, she saw an old man eagerly approaching, his eyes shining.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"Has everyone arrived?"

Inside the Sky Palace, the senior engineer looked at the people on the virtual screen and muttered to himself.

"Weren't all the people you called here? Okay, it's fixed."

Seeing the 'Environment Simulator' light up again, Director Du nodded in satisfaction, skillfully turned the screwdriver a few times, and installed the simulator into the wall.

"Very good."

Looking at the increasing number of unfamiliar faces, the senior engineer thought for a moment and said, "I plan to make one last adjustment to the factions before I leave."

Looking at the number of people on the faction panel, with the continuous liberation of gene slaves and the remnants of the Flame Motorbike Party, the number of 'Mechanical Hunters' instantly exceeded 10,000 and is still rising.

He didn't want the 'Mechanical Hunters' to have been assimilated by the environment and turned into a foolish native force by the time he returned.

His plan was to divide the entire force into three parts. The first part was the factory system. He planned to establish a "Manufacturing Committee". All proposals had to be approved by the committee before they could be implemented. The chairman of the committee would naturally be Director Du, who would have a veto power.

The other part is the "Force System". The senior engineer plans to divide this part into three tiers: Tier 1 is for mechanical hunters below level 10, Tier 2 is for mechanical hunters below level 20, and Tier 3 is for mechanical hunters below level 30.

These three levels are Hunter-level, Wild Hunt-level, and Blood Hunt-level.

The higher the tier, the better the benefits and treatment. Only the third tier, Blood Hunter level, can participate in the "Hunter's Conference" and obtain some unique modifications.

That's right, this is exactly the system that the senior engineer came up with, modeled after the Knights of Favonius.

As for the managers of the "force system," the senior engineer decided to adopt a rotation system, with three people on duty at a time. Although the senior engineer did not think that his subordinates would betray him, the most responsible attitude towards his subordinates was not to give them the opportunity to betray him.

As for the remaining administrative system, the senior engineer decided to leave it to the young women to manage.

"You really trust her," Director Du said with a hint of sourness. Ever since using a secondhand product, the proud Director Du has become increasingly clingy and occasionally throws a little tantrum.

The senior engineer chuckled and said, "I don't trust young women; to be precise, I trust Gaia more."

With the planet's main brain blocking it, Gaia cannot reach level 60 and become the planet's will. It only has two paths to choose from: one is to go into the ocean and become the mother of ocean life. This also means that in the future "Beast Machine Disaster", it will be hostile to the mother city, which is not the result that the high engineer wants.

Another approach is to take a roundabout route. Besides the mechanical city, there are also colonies across the entire continent on this planet. Many of these colonies are experimental playgrounds for corporations, and this is the solution he came up with for Gaia.

This route is actually the "liberation route." Although there will inevitably be clashes with the mother city in the future, it will not fall into the dark camp.

And the Flame Pass, or even the Land of Flames, is the first step.

Let's start by saving all the genetic slaves in the Land of Fire.

The senior engineer stood up and said with a smile, "Let's go see my old friend."

Fireland, Morgue

The black market hasn't been doing well lately, mainly because the Flame Motorbike Party, a major seller of people in the past, announced a policy that pardons all genetic slaves and grants them civilian status.

Although this policy was limited to the Flame Pass area, it triggered a chain reaction.

That is, large numbers of slaves began to flee to the Fire Pass, as if reaching there meant arriving in paradise.

Although the native warlords usually didn't care about the lives of the slaves, the slaves were, after all, the foundation of their rule. They mobilized large numbers of slave-catching teams and severely punished several groups of escapees, which barely managed to stop the trend.

But the warlords felt uneasy, as if a huge storm was brewing.

As a result, the morgue business was quite bad during this period.

A dirty-looking boy carefully avoided the important figures and arrived at the garbage dump.

"Sister Yezi, have you heard? Flame Pass has announced its abolitionist policy!"

Sister Yezi was the genetically engineered girl who brought Tamil and his companion here.

Slaves don't have names, only nicknames, and this genetically modified girl's nickname is Ye Zi (Leaf).

"Are you sure, Caterpillar? Aren't those white guys from the Motorbike Gang the ones who arrested us the most?" another slave boy said.

"That's all in the past. I heard that those white people are just ordinary people like us now. They don't have the power to levy taxes anymore. If they bully us, we can report them to those big shots anytime, and they'll report us every time!"

Clearly, many people don't believe what the caterpillar says.

"Go and see for yourselves! The heads of everyone inside the fire are gone!"

These words were like a wake-up call; Ye Zi suddenly stood up, realizing who she needed to ask for help.

The bald fat man has been very irritable lately. Although his nickname is "The Butcher," he is not actually a butcher.

Most country folk can't make it in the machine city, and vice versa. Not every citizen of the machine city can adapt to life outside.

Every place has its own style, and the rules of the radiation zone are that one must be both wild and cautious.

The butcher was now filled with regret. He had initially thought the two were subordinates of a new recruit. After all, in the Land of Fire, if a gene slave awakened a powerful ability, he could immediately summon a group of people.

This kind of thing is very common.

Aside from slaves, they were at most temporary employees of a large corporation.

They've all been assigned here; what else could they be but temporary employees?

But who could have imagined that the opponent would be so powerful, easily killing even a 'god'?

Given God's arrogant personality, the fact that he can act so arrogantly here shows that his personal strength is quite terrifying.

So he decided to run away!

"Hurry, hurry, some small items have been lost."

"Boss Butcher, what about this prisoner? Should we deal with him?"

One of the henchmen looked at the blood-soaked Tamil. Working for the Butcher was no vacation; in just a few days, he was on his last breath.

However, this person was indeed ruthless; no matter how much he was tortured, he didn't make a sound.

The butcher hesitated for a moment, then said, "Take it with you first; it might come in handy."

The butcher decided to hide for a few months and see how things develop before deciding whether to come out of hiding again. Anyway, he had made enough money here, and even if he returned to the city that never sleeps, he could still live a middle-class life.

There's really no need to work so hard.

"Okay, boss, which way do we go?"

The butcher decided to play it safe and gritted his teeth.

"Give each of the brothers an extra 10,000 machine coins, and we'll split up."

Meanwhile, in the sky, the Level 8 aircraft activated its stealth mode and hovered silently above the black market.

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