The so-called flea market mentioned by the Digital Personality wasn't far from his previous apartment. It was actually on the 9th street within the territory controlled by Eighteenth Street.
Old metal containers were randomly stacked, forming winding and twisting alleys, where vendors in tattered clothes adorned with LED lights hawked their wares.
Their stalls were filled with a variety of antique hardware, second-hand cyber components, banned bio-implants, and optical chips engraved with illegal data.
Occasionally, one could spot half-mechanized customers, their pupils flickering with data streams, silently engaging in complex bargaining transactions with sellers.
The environment was usually noisy and messy, filled with the dim light of neon tubes and a scent mixed with machine oil and cheap perfume.
But none of that mattered to Sun Jack, because, lying in ambush, he had already spotted that girl AA.
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