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

The two returned to the safe house, waited for Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao to return, discussed for a while, and continued to act separately.

This time, Genaava drove a gray jeep, waiting outside Antanna Street, responsible for picking them up.

——After killing "Father," the "Old Task Force" returned the red off-road vehicle to the rental company, and found another one, getting a new one.

Antanna Street was full of illegally built houses, and the originally spacious street was squeezed so that only two small cars could barely run side by side, and it was quite dark.

Long Yuehong just glanced casually, and through the glasses without lenses, he saw the protruding balconies, bamboo poles with clothes drying, attached rooms that separated the pedestrian crossing, and men carrying weapons swaggering past.

——Those glasses were bought by him on Labe Street, picked up by a relic hunter from a city ruin in the Northern Wasteland, only the frame was left, very cheap.

Anyway, for Long Yuehong, who has good eyesight, this is just a disguised prop, no need to be too good.

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

Although there are also gun shops, bars, casinos and other things here, they are not illegal in First City itself, as long as they do not sell heavy weapons, psychotropic drugs and alcoholic beverages produced by non-designated companies, and do not illegally detain debtors, they will not be sealed by the "Hands of Order," at most they will pay an extra hard-earned fee to the sheriff.

——In the early years of the New Calendar, in order to ensure the food supply, "First City" promulgated a prohibition order and strictly enforced it. At that time, I don't know how many gangs fought fiercely for the channels of private brewing liquor, fighting every now and then, but in the last ten years or so, the prohibition law has been relaxed a lot, allowing designated companies to acquire grain to brew alcoholic beverages.

Bai Chen pulled the thin scarf around her neck:

"This is respect for the sheriff in charge of the surrounding blocks."

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

"Are we asking one by one?"

Both he and Bai Chen carried printed portraits of Han Wanghuo.

This was created by Genaava scanning Jiang Baimian's portrait of Han Wanghuo, revising the details, and it was almost completely consistent with the real person.

Bai Chen shook her head and explained simply:

"Here, if you don't find the right person, you won't be able to ask anything, and you might even become the target of some people's blackmail and deception."

"So that's how it is..." While Long Yuehong learned something new, he felt that if Shang Jianyao were here, he would definitely say "Isn't this a good thing."

He can earn another sum!

He followed Bai Chen all the way to a gun shop that didn't even have a sign.

The owner of the gun shop was an old man with a white beard, carefully maintaining a "United 202" pistol.

"Old Reggie, you're not dead yet?" Bai Chen switched to the state of a relic hunter.

Old Reggie raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at her, saying:

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

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

"Have you seen this person?"

Old Reggie "Heh"了一声:

"Next time you ask this kind of thing, I will charge a fee."

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 his head:

"Never seen him.

"The characteristics are not so obvious, who would remember?"

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

"Is this still called inconspicuous features?" Long Yuehong looked back and couldn't help complaining.

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

"He means that he hasn't met him on the road, and no one with a similar appearance has tried to buy heavy weapons." Bai Chen said calmly, "Old Reggie is the president of the underground guild promoted by the weapons dealers of Antanna Street. He said that if he doesn't have it, it means that Han Wanghuo's purpose in coming here is not weapons."

"Maybe Han Wanghuo just works nearby and just happened to pass by." Long Yuehong raised another possibility.

Bai Chen shook her head:

"With Han Wanghuo's vision and knowledge, as long as he passes by once, he will know that this street is not simple and has big problems. If he doesn't have something to complete in Antanna Street later, he will definitely choose to detour."

And Han Wanghuo should have arrived in First City for a long time, and it is unlikely that this is the first time he has passed through Antanna Street in this period of time.

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

The answers they got were all "never seen him."

This shows that Han Wanghuo did not come to Antanna Street to collect intelligence, buy contraband, drink or gamble.

Of course, these options are only preliminarily ruled out, and there may be omissions.

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

"Yeah." Long Yuehong thought carefully, and felt that it was very likely that Han Wanghuo came here to find a doctor.

After all, even if Han Wanghuo didn't work as a relic hunter, he was likely to be engaged in other risky occupations. Once he was injured, based on his status as a subhuman, it was only natural to choose a black clinic.

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

The doctor at the clinic was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, leaning on the back of his chair, reading a newspaper that had been expired for who knows how long.

"What's wrong?" He glanced at the two.

Bai Chen didn't waste any time, and directly took out Han Wanghuo's portrait:

"Have you seen this person?"

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

"I am a person with professional ethics."

Bai Chen took out a 5-ore bill and put it in front of him.

"Ahem." The doctor cleared his throat and said, "He came to me a few days ago, you know, in Antanna Street, my medical skills are second to none."

Professional ethics?

What kind of professional ethics does a black clinic talk about?

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

The doctor pushed his glasses and shook his head:

"No, heart problems.

"You should be clear that while the subhuman's body is deformed, there are often certain defects, so even if they are not killed, they rarely live past middle age.

"This person has a congenital heart defect. As he gets older, the problem becomes more and more serious. Now it has reached a very obvious level. Unless a suitable heart can be found and surgery is performed to replace it, he will not live for more than two years if he relies solely on medication."

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

He has worked hard for so many years, trying to get a human identity, but after the dream is broken, he finds that there is a big problem with his body, a big problem from the subhuman himself.

Misfortune often falls on those who are already unfortunate.

Seeing that Bai Chen and Long Yuehong did not speak, the doctor took the banknotes over and added:

"It is very difficult for subhumans to find a suitable, non-rejecting heart. If there is only one left in their ethnic group, then there is almost no hope."

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

The doctor shook his head:

"Which doctor in Antanna Street would ask this? Are you going to receive the inheritance?

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

Bai Chen listened quietly and responded simply:

"Thank you."

…………

Hugo Hotel, in Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao's room.

"It's really miserable, even a bit of a fateful meaning." After hearing about Han Wanghuo's current situation, Jiang Baimian sighed sincerely.

Shang Jianyao immediately asked:

"Can the company cure it?"

Jiang Baimian recalled and said:

"If it is an ordinary human being, the problem is not big. Even if there is no suitable heart, the company can artificially manufacture it, but for subhuman-related matters, I have been away from the research field for too long, and I am not very clear about the current results. Well, in theory, it should be possible, but it will take time to analyze the genes, and the risk will not be small."

"There is another way to let Old Han upload his consciousness and become a mechanical monk, breaking free from the shackles of the flesh!" Shang Jianyao suddenly became excited.

He began to call Han Wanghuo "Old Han".

Bai Chen also said:

"First City seems to have mechanical heart technology, but it is not very mature and very expensive."

"Well, how to do it specifically, wait until we find Han Wanghuo." Jiang Baimian ended the topic.

The five members of the "Old Task Force" discussed Xiao Chong's matter again.

"Searching building by building in that area, with our number of people, it may take more than half a month to complete." Jiang Baimian said the result of her discussion with Shang Jianyao, "Now it depends on how Xiao Chong, who can't play games after the power outage, will react."

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

"It seems that there will be a power outage tonight." Shang Jianyao was quite pleased.

Long Yuehong was already numb to this, and the thought of refuting did not even occur to him.

Of course, he also knew that the possibility of a power outage tonight was still quite high, because the Qinggang Olive District often had water and power outages.

Often water and power outages... As his thoughts turned, Long Yuehong had a flash of inspiration and blurted out:

"If I were Xiao Chong, why would I choose to live in a place with frequent power outages?"