Simon crossed his arms, standing at the doorway without approaching, speaking helplessly to John.

"See that, the camp's business all depends on her."

"Wow~"

John pursed his lips without retorting. "So after Nando got hurt, you guys found a middleman to be the head?"

"She only handles the trade part, doesn't bother with other stuff."

"You have a lot of faith."

John actually knew:

Oulos confirms the goods to ensure Internet Surveillance isn't colluding with some company, while a large part of the benefits in Silver Port have become resources for the middleman to build platforms.

As for helping manage the camp, it's evident it was Nando who proposed the trade, tying interests to have Oulos temporarily oversee Damascus so Nando could rest assured.

This isn't trust and help at all, but rather a routine contractual agreement after prepayment.

Just for most Wanderers, when the big family temporarily loses its leader, it needs a bit of hope.

The camp Wanderers have varied thoughts, and of course, some members feel awkward about Oulos's involvement.

She understands boundaries well, handling matters around wrapping up Silver Port, which prevents any conflicts with the Wanderers.

"Good morning, Santa Claus."

John walked over to Oulos, following Simon's lead to make a playful remark.

Oulos didn't respond, her bionic eye flickering, clearly processing various messages simultaneously, as the glasses' lenses gleamed on her chest, frames inserted into white grooves.

Slap!

John's abdomen was hit, and as he came to his senses, he saw Oulos strike him with a tablet device, while those high-tech algorithmic eyes stared at him.

"Feeling bad? That's not like you, oh~ taking drugs."

Her gaze was deep, showing an inquisitive smile.

John instantly realized his intermittent sleep and abnormal psychological activity tonight all stemmed from the hallucinogenic fog in the cave.

He regained his senses and started exchanging information, not hiding the situation about Maya and Bone Shards, and the equipment brought out was also plugged in for Oulos to check thoroughly.

She listened attentively, keeping her thoughts, and in the middle, followed up on some details.

The room was already without any Wanderers.

Maya was sitting on a pile of boxes watching the news, while John folded his arms and leaned against the metal table, waiting for Oulos to hack into the mobile device.

She had data cables running from her neck, fingers quickly tapping on the hacking tools she brought along, the bionic eye flickering rapidly, finally exhaling a long breath and pulling at her chest.

Sweat gathered and flowed inside.

Oulos reached back to gather her black short hair, lifting the damp ends, a faint white smoke steaming off her body, the tight cooling suit outlining the curve of her waist.

She suddenly revealed a playful smile, squinting at John, who furrowed his brow and went from standing to sitting.

"John, find time to see the doctor, prioritize checking the nervous system and endocrine condition, the aftereffects of drugs are worse than you think."

Oulos casually stood up, took out a gun, and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Duraymond's device until arcs erupted across the shell surface, covered in blackened bullet holes.

The Wanderer sentry lifted the curtain for a glance and quickly put it down.

Sizzle~ Sizzle~

Oulos put the wreckage into a borrowed waste bucket from the camp, ensuring the destruction of the original from a physical standpoint, and took out a long, narrow new electronic cigarette to gently sip from her lips.

She smiled, extended her fingers in a wavy motion, signaling Maya to leave.

"You're completely untangled from this matter, the remaining part is to see how Ethan Ratliff's credit holds up, there's a car at the door, I've arranged a driver to take you to the Bolago Club."

Maya left directly, without hesitation.

John couldn't help but glimpse at her back, then realized — Maya had no reason to doubt Oulos's goodwill, like questioning Bone Shards, the positions and power of both sides are completely unequal, frankly speaking, there's no choice.

Oulos also watched her leave, and only after the tent curtain was lowered did she exhale white smoke with a smile.

"The Special Affairs Bureau has turned the water into ice."

Oulos had already cleared Maya's background before coming, now smoking and commenting personally — between her fingers was a ceramic thin rod the length of a pen, with the end flashing lights in sync with the inhalation rhythm.

"John, you see, having attachments as a Lone Wolf ends up like this, if you have a home like hers, tsk tsk~"

"This city wants to come hard, even if you're alone, you'll be beaten to a pulp, Maya's right, life inherently requires fighting with all your might."

John unemotionally retorted.

He picked a bottle of beer from the ice bucket, used his fingers to pop off the cap, letting the icy liquid rush down his throat, alleviating the heat before asking Oulos in return.

"If it were you, under these circumstances, what would you do?"

"Your questioning technique is terrible, John, to put it simply, are you bored and want to play superhero again? Can you save them, the ruffians, prostitutes, orphans, housewives…"

Oulos glanced at the monitor.

She didn't intentionally pause to chat with John; she was waiting for the progress bar above to finish loading.

"Forget it, that's your character."

"So I have nothing happening now? Just go about my business…"

"No, remember to see the doctor."

"I'll go when I return to the city, hmm, what's happening with the wandering AI? Hearing about it makes my scalp tingle."

"That's Internet Surveillance's concern."

The progress bar finished loading.

Oulos began browsing the cracked secret files while also scanning John with her gaze and asked.

"Uneasy, tense, what are you worried about?"

"Ha, is my face all data? I've always been curious about what the perspective of your eyes looking at me is like, beep beep beep, is it all percentages and decimals?"

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