On Antan Street, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen walked forward step by step.

The two returned to the safe house, and when Jiang Baimian and Shang saw Yao return, they discussed for a while and continued to act separately.

This time, Gnava drove a gray jeep and waited outside Antanna Street to be responsible for receiving the response.

——After killing the "priest", the "old transfer team" returned the red off-road vehicle to the car rental company, found another one, and got a new one.

Antan Street is full of illegally built houses. The originally spacious street was squeezed so that two small cars could barely be allowed to run in parallel, and it was quite dark.

Long Yuehong just glanced a few times and saw the spreading balcony through glasses without lenses. One bamboo pole after another was hanging clothes, the attached room that blocked the crosswalk, and the man swayed over with his weapons.

——He bought the glasses on Rabe Street. They were picked up by a ruin hunter from a city ruin in the north shore wasteland. There was only the frame left, which was very cheap.

Anyway, for Long Yuehong, who has good eyesight, this is just a disguise prop and doesn't need to be too good.

"Just just passing by, I really can't tell that this is a black street where you can buy anything." Long Yuehong withdrew her gaze and sighed.

Although there are gun shops, bars, casinos and other things here, they are not illegal in the city at first. As long as they do not sell heavy weapons, mental drugs and alcoholic beverages produced by non-designated companies, and do not illegally seize debt-owed personnel, they will not be seized by the "hand of order", at most they will pay an additional labor fee to the sheriff.

——In the years before the New Year, in order to ensure the supply of food, the "Zuochu City" issued a ban on alcohol and strictly implemented it. At that time, many gangs fought for channels for private brewing of spirits, and became popular every now and then. In the past decade, the ban on alcohol has been relaxed a lot, allowing designated companies to purchase grain to brew alcoholic beverages.

Bai Chen pulled the thin scarf around his neck:

“It’s respect for the sheriff who is in charge of the surrounding neighborhoods.”

Long Yuehong nodded and pointed to the shops on both sides and said:

"We're asking in turn?"

He and Bai Chen both carried a printed portrait of Han Wanghou.

This was created by Gnava scanned Jiang Baimian's portrait of Han Wanghou and revised the details, which was almost exactly the same as the real person.

Bai Chen shook his head and explained briefly:

"Here, if you don't find the right person, you can't ask anything, and you will even become the target of blackmail for some people."

"That's how..." While Long Yuehong learned it again, he felt that if Shang Jianyao was here, he would definitely say, "Isn't this a good thing?"

I can make another profit!

He followed Bai Chen and came all the way to the gun shop where he didn't even have a signature.

The owner of the gun shop is a gray-bearded old man who is seriously maintaining a "United 202" pistol.

"Old Reggie, aren't you dead yet?" Bai Chen switched to the state of the former ruin hunter.

Old Reggie raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at her and said:

"Maybe you're dead, I'm still alive."

Bai Chen took out Han Wanghu's portrait and slapped it on the table:

"Have you ever seen this person?"

Old Reggie said "hoosh":

"I'm going to charge for this kind of thing next time."

That is to say, this time it is still free? Long Yuehong suddenly felt a little happy.

Old Reggie glanced at the portrait and shook her head:

“I haven’t seen it before.

"The characteristics are not that obvious, who will remember?"

Bai Chen didn't ask much, put away the portrait and walked out of the gun shop.

"Is this called the characteristics not obvious?" Long Yuehong looked back and couldn't help complaining.

In addition to the whites of his eyes and yellow hair, Han Wanghuo also had two scars on his face, one horizontal and one vertical.

"He means that he has never met someone on the road, and people of similar appearance have never tried to buy heavy weapons." Bai Chen said calmly, "Old Reggie is the president of the underground guild launched by the weapons merchants in Antan Street. He said that the absence means that Han Wang's purpose of obtaining this place is not a weapon."

"Maybe Han Wanghou was just working nearby and happened to pass by." Long Yuehong proposed another possibility.

Bai Chen shook his head:

"With Han Wanghu's vision and insight, as long as he passes by, he will know that this street is not simple and there are big problems. If there is no need to complete it in Antan Street, he will definitely choose to take a detour."

It should have been a long time since Han Wang arrived in the initial city, and it is unlikely that he had passed Antan Street for the first time during this period.

Then, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong went to bars, casinos, black markets and other places, and asked different people about the same questions.

The answers they got were "never seen before."

This shows that Han Wang was not receiving Antan Street to collect intelligence, buy contraband, drink or gambling.

Of course, these options are only initially excluded and there are likely omissions.

"Now go to those black clinics to ask." Bai Chen said step by step.

"Yes." Long Yuehong thought about it carefully and felt that Han Wang might have found a doctor here.

After all, even if Han Wanghou did not become a ruin hunter, he would probably engage in other risky professions. Once he was injured, it would be natural to choose a black clinic based on his identity as a second person.

Soon, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong entered a clinic that also had no signs.

The doctor in the clinic was wearing golden-framed glasses, leaning on the back of the chair, looking through the newspaper that had expired.

"What's wrong with you?" He glanced at the two of them.

Bai Chen took out Han Wanghu's portrait without saying anything:

"Have you ever seen this person?"

The doctor looked carefully for a few seconds, put down the newspaper, and said with a smile:

“I am a professional person.”

Bai Chen took out 5 Aure banknotes and put them in front of him.

"Cough." The doctor cleared his throat, "He came to me a few days ago. You know, on Antan Street, my medical skills are second, and no one dares to be the first."

Professional ethics?

What other professional ethics do those who open black clinics talk about?

"His he injured?" Long Yuehong asked with concern.

The doctor pushed his glasses and shook his head and said:

“No, heart problem.

"You should be aware that when people's physical distortions, they often have certain defects, so even if they are not killed, they rarely live beyond their prime.

"This person's heart is born with defects. As he grows older, the problems are getting worse and worse. Now it has reached a very obvious level. Unless a suitable heart can be found and surgically replaced, it will last for only two years with drugs."

This... Long Yuehong suddenly felt very sympathetic to Han Wanghuo.

After working hard for so many years, I worked hard for the identity of a human being. As a result, after the dream broke, I found that there was a big problem in my body, which came from the second person’s own big problem.

Unfortunately often comes to those who are already unfortunate.

Seeing Bai Chen, Long Yuehong didn't say anything, the doctor took the money and added:

"It's hard for the second person to find a suitable heart that is not rejected. If he is the only one left in their tribe, there will be almost no hope."

"Do you know where he lives?" Bai Chen asked after a few seconds of silence.

The doctor shook his head:

"Who would ask this if the doctor in Antan Street? Are you going to take over the inheritance?

"Well, the medicine I prescribed for him can take for a month, and several days have passed now."

After listening quietly, Bai Chen responded briefly:

"Thanks."

…………

Wugo Hotel, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao's rooms.

"It's so miserable, even a bit destined." After hearing Han Wanghuo's current situation, Jiang Baimian sighed sincerely.

Shang Jianyao immediately asked:

"Can the company manage it?"

Jiang Baimian recalled:

"If it is an ordinary human, there is no big problem. Even if there is no suitable heart, the company can still manufacture it manually. However, the second person is related. I have been away from the scientific research field for too long and I don't know the current results. Well, it should be possible in theory, but I just have to spend time analyzing the genes and the risk will not be small."

"There is another way to let Lao Han upload consciousness, become a mechanical monk, and get rid of the shackles of his body!" Shang Jianyao was suddenly excited.

He began to call Han Wanghuo by "Old Han".

Bai Chen also said:

“'Original City' seems to have mechanical heart technology, but it is not that mature and very expensive.”

"Well, how to do it specifically? Let's talk about it when you find Han Wanghuo." Jiang Baimian ended the topic.

The five members of the "Old Transfer Group" discussed Xiao Chong's affairs again.

"It takes more than half a month to find that area, based on our number of people." Jiang Baimian said the result of his discussion with Shang Jianyao. "Now, it depends on how Xiao Chong, who can't play the game, will react after the power outage."

"I don't know when the next power outage will be..." Long Yuehong murmured in a low voice.

"It seems that the power will be out of power tonight." Shang Jianyao was quite pleased.

Long Yuehong was already numb about this and did not even think of refuting it.

Of course, he also knew that the possibility of a power outage tonight was quite high, because the green olive area often had water and power outages.

There are frequent water and power outages... As the thoughts turn, Long Yuehong flashed his mind and blurted out:
Chapter completed!