Cyberpunk: My system is divided into good and evil

Chapter 201 Tinder
The corner of Lupa's mouth twitched, and then he rolled his eyes ungentlemanly.

"Why?" Lupa asked after a long while.

Seeming to be a little strange to the question Lupa asked, Toya Willi frowned and asked, "Why do you ask me 'why'?"

"We are father and son, why do you call me daddy..."

"You know that's not what I asked." Lupa interrupted Toya, shaking his head.

"If you ask me why I saved you... Since I am your father, I don't need any reason to save you." After saying this, Toya found that Lupa's expression was still serious, obviously not satisfied with this answer .

Toya Werley immediately sighed, and said with a relaxed smile: "It seems that you are talking about the 'human cryogenics'...a rubbish technology that is useless to our family, so if you give it away, you will give it away."

"United Biotech has been able to get to where it is today because of [alcohol two], [flawless skin], and a series of technologies that are closely related to people's livelihood... rather than 'human cryogenics', which only a few people have the capital and strength to enjoy. Technology."

When I heard from Toya's mouth that the reward paid by the United Creatures to drive the seven battle mechas to save him was the "human cryogenic" technology.

Lupa's pupils dilated slightly, and then fell silent.

After a long silence, Lupa whispered, "But if I remember correctly, 'cryonics' were part of that plan."

When Lupa said the words "that plan", his emphasis was obviously increased.

"If that plan is implemented in the future... what will our family do? How could the rest of the company's major shareholders be willing to take this risk?" Lupa suddenly thought of all kinds of things that might happen one day in the future, and his throat suddenly became extremely dry.

"Why don't you just say the name of that bullshit project?" Toya stretched out a palm out of the umbrella, feeling the heavy feeling of the rain hitting the palm, shaking his head and laughing:
"[Tinder]...is it also suitable?"

Toya breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "A plan that is fake and made up by ignoring the respective ambitions of the super companies is just empty talk."

"We should pay more attention to the present than thinking about those illusory futures." Toya's brows furrowed, pessimistic colors flooded his seemingly calm eyes, "I'm 51 years old this year."

"You must end your work in the security department and return to the United Creatures." Toya said, tilting his head and glancing at the jeeps behind Lupa, with obvious disgust on his expression.

"Lu Xihua..." Lupa didn't agree or refuse, but asked worriedly, "How is he doing now?"

Since Toya was able to find out that he entered the bad land, he must also be able to find out the reason why he entered the bad land.

When Toya heard this, his eyes turned slightly cold, and then he smiled and said: "This question is not suitable for talking here, I will tell you when I get home."

After saying this, Toya suddenly pushed away the umbrella next to him and looked up at the thin, yet terrifyingly dense rain lines in the sky.

Suddenly, Toya, whose hair was wet by the rain and turned into wisps, looked at Lupa, and it was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing on his rain-covered face, "Lupa, maybe the curse of the Willy family will come in In this rainy song and dance drama, we will smash it with our own hands."

Lupa froze for a moment when he heard the words, and then thought of a certain woman.

At the moment, his originally low mood became even more depressed.

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2078 2 Month 17 Day.

Saka District, Manny Block, Wright Street "Tori Family Clinic".

At the moment, the clinic, which is not too big but not too small, is overcrowded.

This space is filled with the strange smell of disinfectant alcohol, iodophor, mixed with blood and water.

Five young women in nurse suits are currently walking among the patients, constantly changing or feeding them medicines.

The continuous rain since the beginning of February is still beating on the transparent glass of the clinic.

Looking at the rain outside and the still frighteningly gloomy black clouds in the sky, everyone knew that the heavy rain still showed no sign of stopping soon.

This continuous torrential rain has made the resources on the already barren bad soil even more tense.

When food and energy are so scarce that even the most basic survival needs cannot be met, the technological gap between the Emerald City and the Badlands is no longer enough to deter the homeless on the Badlands.

Just yesterday, an offensive and defensive alliance called [Mechanical Revolution], composed of more than a dozen homeless tribes close to the Emerald City, attacked a protein factory owned by United Foods and located outside the Emerald City.

Even if the automatic artillery and combat drones equipped by the factory are powerful, the personal armed forces they support are fierce enough.

But in the face of homeless people who would starve to death if they failed, or freeze to death if they were defeated, the security guards of United Foods were still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and morale.

Even though the city defense forces rushed to rescue in the end, the protein factory of United Foods was still looted-not even a hair was left.

It is said that when the city defense forces arrived there, only dilapidated high walls and towers remained of the protein factory.

The food and raw materials in the factory, as well as all the mechanical parts and tools have all been packed away by the homeless—even the dead security guards and factory workers are no exception.

The outside of the city is not peaceful, and so is the inside of the city.

The homeless people who originally lived in the "underground city" in the city climbed out of the sewers one after another because of the heavy rain.

These illegal residents without identity information can only be turned into refugees in the slums.

And the heavy rain turned the dilapidated slums into holes...

The refugees who had nowhere to go had to pour into the bridge openings and public facilities in various urban areas-unmanned stores, public toilets, under the eaves of stores along the street, etc.

This has inevitably resulted in conflicts between refugees, civilians, and the middle class.

At the same time, some underground gangs began to recruit refugees on a large scale in order to expand their power, and began to expand their territories frantically.

Just yesterday, the number of people who died in gang conflicts and refugee conflicts reached a staggering 7000 people...

There are countless injured.

At this moment, the overcrowded clinics are the best proof.

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On the second floor of the Tory Family Clinic, there is a simple operating room that is only partitioned by white curtains.

The gray-haired old Tori was wearing a white coat and was carefully cleaning the wounds of a young homeless man on the operating table that were embedded with dense shrapnel on his body.

"Jiang Shu...pass me the hemostat." Old Tori was wearing a mask and his voice was buzzing.

On the side, Jiang Shu, who was also wearing a mask and a white coat, skillfully picked up the hemostat and handed it over.

(End of this chapter)