Cyberpunk: My system is divided into good and evil

Chapter 74
Thinking of this, Jiang Shu took out his cell phone.

On the screen of the mobile phone, a video of the three of them communicating with the counter teller was being played.

Looking at the shooting position, it should be a projection drone not far from the three of them.

The female killer among the three, Jiang Shu remembered that according to the information given by Zhou Shi, she was called Julia Alsace.

The name Julia is just like Zhang Wei in China, a typical bad street name.

Julia, the only woman among the three, took out a key and an electronic magnetic card from the pocket of her jacket, and handed them to an employee behind the counter.

Through the recorder at the bank employee's workstation, Jiang Shu saw a patterned logo on the electronic magnetic card—two elongated and distorted letters of DB wrapped in a cloud of white clouds.

Osaka military...Jiang Shu has a headache.

Anka Optics and Osaka Military Industry, what bitterness and hatred can there be between two super companies in different fields?
Why do you have to put the CEO who just took office to death?
Soon, two luggage bags the size of guitar bags were lifted out from the depths of the bank by several heavily armed bank security guards and handed over to Julia.

Julia made a fool of herself, and the two guys beside her hurriedly picked up the luggage bag.

Immediately, the three of them walked out of the bank hall in a calm manner and disappeared into the heavy snow.

Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

It is already obvious what is in the luggage bag, and nine times out of ten it is the munitions from the Osaka military industry.

The weapons of Osaka Military Industry Co., Ltd. are stored in the bank of Military Chemical Holdings. No matter how you look at this matter, it seems strange.

In the Emerald City, who doesn't know the grudge between Osaka Military Industry and Military Chemical?
The two companies are giants in the same field, and it is common for them to dislike each other.

In recent years, in order to get back the orders of the city defense force, the military chemical industry has often had bloody conflicts with Osaka military industry.

The plate is so big, everyone wants to eat more.

If Osaka Military Industry wants to kill Raphael, then Military Chemicals will definitely stand on the opposite side of Osaka Military Industry.

Whatever the opponent wants to do, I just go against him.

He is uncomfortable, I am comfortable.

This is the basic competitive strategy of these two companies over the years.

A new executive president of Anka Optical is only a regional president, and it is far from allowing two companies that have been hostile for many years and have formed many blood debts to put down their hatred and collude in an instant.

So, why does the Osaka Military Union store its stuff at the Bank of Houston?
Or, why does the Bank of Houston keep things stored by Osaka Military Industry?

Jiang Shu felt as if his head was about to split open.

He began to feel that Zhou Shi asked him to kill these three people for a different purpose.

Zhou Shi has already been able to investigate where and when these three guys appeared. If it was just to kill these three guys, he could have directly wiped them out by relying on the power behind him. hands on.

Zhou Shi must be somewhere I don't know, quietly plotting against me... Jiang Shu crossed his hands on his knees, his eyes narrowed.

What conspiracy is hidden behind this?
His eyebrows were quietly tucked into a ball, and the melancholy between his brows was almost condensed into substance.

Everyone is so calculating... The corners of Jiang Shu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a wry smile.

And the mysterious guy Raphael.

Someone wants him to die, is it because of Anka Optics, or because of the mysterious organization Moon behind him?
Everything is not going well... Jiang Shu drank the pure water in the glass in one gulp, put down the glass and stood up.

He decided not to rush to fight these three guys from the bad land.

Someone is playing chess, and he has clearly become a pawn.

But his chess piece does not intend to obediently follow the chess record, he just wants to mess around, it is best to make everyone uncomfortable, and the chess players want to overturn the chessboard.

Making up his mind, Jiang Shu walked out of the bank lobby.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, he was greeted by a howling cold wind and snowflakes hitting his face.

Walking from the room as warm as spring to the street where the temperature is close to zero, Jiang Shu subconsciously shivered from the cold.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, the hot white air blurred Jiang Shu's vision like a puff of smoke.

Jiang Shu looked back at the flyover in the distance.

Under the overpass, he saw that many elderly homeless men had already had their thin quilts stripped off by relatively young homeless men, curled up in a ball and shivered in place.

Several people's hands and feet were obviously stiff, and they might have been frozen to death.

Jiang Shu's heart stopped beating for no reason, feeling a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

Sighing, he took out the cell phone in his pocket and dialed a welfare agency.

After donating 20 federal coins, the person in charge on the other end of the phone immediately patted his chest and promised to come over immediately with quilts and food.

"Ding, you get 3 points of goodwill and +[-] stamina."

Hearing the ding ding sound from the system next to his ears, Jiang Shu rarely felt joyful.

He put on the hat on the padded jacket and walked into the heavy snow.

……

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Dunes, Rose Street, Third Street.

Julia buried her neck deeply in her clothes, her big nimble eyes were turning, and she was carefully observing her surroundings.

"No one is following you." Beside him, the bald Velja said.

Weierjia had already taken off his peaked cap at this moment, revealing his head covered with red and black tumors.

At this moment, a thin layer of snow had already fallen on his head.

The coolness of the snow, he said, eased the constant sting in his head.

Wei Jia's voice was muffled when he spoke, as if his head was lowered under the quilt.

Thinking that she might never hear this voice again, Julia's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

In front of Julia, Hanni with a square Chinese face looked back at the two of them, and whispered, "The snow is getting bigger and bigger..."

"Many people in the tribe are estimated to die this winter..." Feeling the coolness around him, Weierjia sighed and pressed his lips together tightly.

"This will be the last time they will spend the winter in the Badlands." Julia stretched out her hand to hold Vilja's big rough hand next to her, her delicate and pleasant voice was full of determination, "Isn't it because of them that we went to the city this time... "

Wei Jia smiled, "I hope my body can last until then."

"It's definitely possible!" Julia choked up, "Emerald City is full of private clinics of prosthetic doctors, we can pay for a new organ!"

"You know it's useless." Wei Jia touched Julia's face, "Our aberrations have been engraved in our genes since birth, and we can't get better by changing an organ."

"Julia, we are not here for ourselves, but for our descendants." Wei Jia's eyes were a little wet, "Stop talking about this, let's find a place to rest first."

"We have big things to do tomorrow."

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