Cyberpunk: My system is divided into good and evil

Chapter 58 Stronghold
After a long while, Jiang Shu finally looked at Old Tori and snorted coldly, "Why didn't you go with him?"

"I came with him only because of organizational tasks. I'm not his younger brother, so why did you go with him?" After Raphael left, Old Tori was visibly more relaxed, and his tone of voice became vivacious.

"Don't explain?" Jiang Shu re-lit the fire and started to keep warm.

In fact, his body has been a little cold since Raphael talked with him.

But in order to pretend to be deep in front of Raphael, he has been holding on.

Through the firelight, Jiang Shu's face looked flushed.

"I do not know how to explain it."

Old Tori sat down, "The reason why I joined this organization is because of some of their principles, which I agree with very much. And these principles, I have lived for 60 years before I gradually figured it out..."

"And their style of conduct is very restrained." The old man said, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, as if thinking of some unspeakable past events.

"Tell the truth." The wind blew up a cloud of dust, which vaguely covered the face of Old Tori when he was speaking at this time, but Jiang Shu could clearly hear the joy in his words, "I'm very happy, I Can be chosen by this organization."

Hearing what old Tori said, Jiang Shu was a little incredulous.

The brainwashing ability of this organization is a little too much, right?
Old Tori's great fame in the Tao was all due to the accumulation of human lives.

People who kill like hemp, if they don't have a stronger psychological construction than ordinary people, will generally suffer from serious mental illnesses, and often they will not die well.

Therefore, old guys like Old Tori who have spent half their lives licking blood on the tip of a knife must have a code of conduct that they firmly believe in.

Even the old Tory felt that this organization was reliable.

That shows that the organizational structure is rigorous to an incredible degree.

Looking at the scorching flames, Jiang Shu sighed, and decided not to delve deeper into this thing.

The world is so big, isn't it a bit of a weird mysterious organization?

"What are you going to do next?" Old Tori asked with his hands close to the fire to keep warm.

"After all, I came out with Klin's expectations on my shoulders, so naturally I have to get the 'soul core' that Klin has been thinking about."

"Tonight, I will sneak into the stronghold of the Fist Gang and get the information on the 'soul core'." Jiang Shu added a piece of firewood to the fire, with the burning fire reflected in his pupils, "By the way, send it to Sparta See God."

Old Tori sat aside and nodded, "It happens that I haven't exercised for a long time, so I'll accompany you."

Jiang Shu wanted to refuse at first, but he nodded when he thought that Old Tori was a master at dealing with drugs and could save him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

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Chengbei Industrial Zone, the third floor of the fist gang stronghold, located in the office in the middle of the third floor.

The walls of the room are painted with white-gray paint, and the floor tiles are the same color.

Halogen lamps half a meter long and wide are attached to the ceiling, illuminating the room with closed doors and windows.

Spartan, who was wearing a black lapel jacket, sat on the sofa with his left hand covering his nose and his eyes were cloudy.

Opposite the sofa, separated by a coffee table, were four strong men kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs and their lips wrapped with tape.

These four were the four thugs who were in charge of protecting Locke in the morning.

Among the four people, two of them had their heads down on the ground.

Their surroundings were full of blood that had coagulated long ago.

Looking back along the veins of blood clots, one can vaguely see a gurgling stream of blood dripping out from the incision on their necks.

The whole room was filled with a tingling sweet smell.

Perhaps it was because the heating in the room was turned on too high, and the other two kneeling on the ground were sweating profusely.

They lowered their heads, and the sweat dripped down their cheeks onto the stone slabs, making a crisp dripping sound.

Because of fear, their bodies were still trembling, their faces were pale, their eyes were wide open and their pupils constricted, obviously in a state of extreme tension.

The room was terribly quiet, only the crisp sound of sweat hitting the floor could be heard.

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and a reformed man with a mohawk hairstyle walked in.

He looked at Sparta with gloomy eyes, subconsciously trembled, and said bitterly: "I haven't found it yet."

Hearing this, Sparta's eyes suddenly flashed a hint of veiled violence.

His eyes seemed calm and he asked, "Moqi, has another two hours passed?"

Hearing Sparta's words, the remaining two strong men who were restrained trembled more violently, and then writhed violently, whimpering.

Mochi's right hand immediately clenched the white line at the corner of his trouser pocket, "Yes."

"Very good." The corners of Sparta's mouth curled up, his eyes were indifferent, "Kill one more."

Mochi nodded silently, pulled out a dagger from his cuff, and approached one of the strong men.

One hand covered the eyes of the strong man in his arms, and the other hand holding the dagger quickly slid across his throat.

The sprayed blood immediately splattered everywhere.

The body of the burly man whose neck was wiped was still twitching violently, his eyes gradually turned up, and finally lost all vitality, and his head drooped completely.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Moqi pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were calm, but his fists were quietly clenched behind him.

The knuckles on the clenched fists were white, and the blue veins on the back of the hands were clearly visible.

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Time is fleeting.

In the season of December, the nights are long and the days are short, so even though it is only close to six o'clock in the afternoon, the entire industrial area has already fallen into darkness.

Compared with other urban areas in the Emerald City, the industrial area does not have a complete infrastructure.

There used to be some, but after a long period of gang fighting and lack of maintenance, they have long since disappeared.

So when the sun went down and row after row of lights in other urban areas were lit up, rendering the place where it was located colorful and magnificent, most places in the entire industrial area fell into long-term darkness.

Only the factories and game halls, which are always on day and night, are still brightly lit at this moment, bringing a little smoke to the city.

At this moment, Jiang Shu and old Toli are hiding in an abandoned house not far from the Fist Gang stronghold.

With the stingy moonlight cast by the moon, Jiang Shu's vision is clear and bright.

For fear of hackers hacking into the stronghold to steal data, the entire stronghold blocked electronic signals just like Kelin's research institute.

This disappointed Jiang Shu, who wanted Jarvis' help to hack into the stronghold and check the monitoring of the stronghold.

But fortunately, there are many game halls around. With the help of nearby surveillance cameras, Jarvis confirmed that Sparta in the stronghold sent almost all of its men to look for Locke.

In the stronghold at this time, there are only a dozen core gang members including Sparta, and seven or eight researchers.

(End of this chapter)