Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

It's like asking Michael Schumacher, the car king of Formula 1, to be a driving instructor.Seeing that Luo Qi didn't even know whether the accelerator was on the left or the right, his blood pressure was probably so high that he had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

"Let's learn some basic courses first. I know a few good guys. Although I haven't contacted them for a long time, they are still reliable."

T-Bug was going to give Luo Qi some contact information, but suddenly realized.

"You don't even have implants, learn how to hack with a hammer!?"

Luo Qi followed her gaze and touched his smooth neck, where there was no connection at the back of his head.

In Night City in 2077, it is indeed a strange existence.

"okay."

He spread his hands helplessly, announcing that he had an idea at the beginning of his hacking career, and died suddenly.

"But V should need this, you can push it to him."

"Okay." T-Bug| nodded in agreement.

"But, it's time for us to get started."

Luo Qi took out the PDA and looked at the time on it.

【23:54:06】

It's time to act.

The fog at night reached its maximum at this time.

It's not a beautiful sight of nature, it's just bad air pollution.

"The dark moon kills the night, the wind is high and the sky is set on fire."

Luo Qi patted his samurai sword, leaned his face against the window, and looked with satisfaction at the respectable logistics exterior wall that hadn't changed in any way.

He knew that the entire security system inside was rotten.

"Prepare for action."

Chapter 89 Cyborgs

It's definitely not such a good day for job number 9527.

The inexplicably heavier workload showed his true colors after he officially entered the job for a period of time.

As for the task assigned to him by the leader, going to Heywood to find a so-called partner sounds very unreliable.

He looked up at the moonless night.

Hell, he was actually asked to find someone in a dangerous place like Heywood in the middle of the night.

He looked at the empty streets—the only thing that was still moving in the valley area at this point were the transport vehicles of major companies.

The noisy and dusty trucks passed by, bringing the coolness of the summer night, and the weird smell that hadn't changed in the air for more than ten years.

He suddenly felt a little cold.

The chubby boss only gave himself three hours to approve.

The road from here to Heywood was long and short, but the taxi fare was the only thing he couldn't afford.

The private use of public cars in the company is explicitly prohibited for low-level employees, or in other words, except when carrying out freight work, low-level employees do not have the authority to start the car.

He remembered such a sentence.

If you don't feed the horse, you want the horse to run.

"Fuck them, if it's not for the money, who would want to continue working in this dick company."

He spat cursingly and glanced at the door of his company.

That is to say, but the job should be seen or must continue to be done.

Job number 9527 decided to contact the guy called "Human Resource Management Partner" first.

Although this name may sound powerful, but from the attitude of his boss hesitant to speak, we can see some clues.

If it's something serious, then he doesn't have to be so secretive.

But this has nothing to do with him.

He just needs to get the damn job done.

This is the experience he has learned in large companies over the past few years.

It's a pity that a few years have passed, and what he does is still a low-level job.

These are irrelevant random thoughts, the most important thing is - whether it is suitable to meet if you can't determine where the other party is in advance.Then once you make a mistake, it is a trivial matter to waste time, and if you delay your work, and you are caught by your boss and fined a sum of money, then it will really hurt your heart.

He turned on the control system, selected the phone number sent by his boss, and dialed it.

After a brief busy tone.

"..."

No one spoke on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, is the strange signal bad?"

Job number 9527 patted himself on the head strangely.Because he uses the products of Tanaka Company, there are often failures such as poor signal, electric leakage, and crash.

Tanaka Corporation.

The famous counterfeit and shoddy brand in Night City.For those who pursue physical health and work quality, their products are indeed not a good choice.

But considering the price, sometimes, there are no more choices.

"Oh, boy, what do you want from me?"

As if it was because he had been grinding for too long.The person on the other end of the phone became impatient.

"Whoever gave you this call, long story short, my time is precious."

"Oh?! It's strange... I can hear it."

Job number 9527, touched his head. "I am an employee of Kejing Logistics. It was our leader who asked me to come to you."

"RCS (Respectable Logistics)?" The so-called partner on the other end of the phone paused, "Who sent you here? What's his name?"

Job number 9527 frowned, carefully recalling the name of his leader.

"Fett Pig."

"Fett Pig?"

The other party repeated the name softly, and then suddenly remembered the same thing.Seeming to be disdainful, but also impatient, Kong Kong waved his hand and said.

"It's that fat guy? I told him not to bother me if he has nothing to do. I don't care about his bullshit performance, as long as he has as much as he can."

He sighed dejectedly, and continued.

"Go back and tell him that Heywood has become a mess now. If you don't want to fucking continue to die, then don't come here."

"Huh? What happened?"

Job number 9527 touched his head in doubt.

He didn't see any news about Heywood on the news, everything was as peaceful as before.

"Aren't they all fucking idiots messing around with knives, forget it, you don't need to know that much, just do as I say."

"Click."

With a soft ring, the phone was hung up without delay.

The ears are back to silence again.

The heavy trucks driving on the road in the distance add a unique, long and deep background sound to the city.

Fortunately, I was resourceful and called to confirm first.

Worker number 9527 thought so, and then smiled happily.

This means that for the next two hours or so, he doesn't need to do anything.

In order to prevent being exposed, he decided to only touch the fish for two hours - exactly the time it takes to commute by subway.

When the boss asked, he said that the other party was busy, and made an appointment to meet and talk in detail, and then cooed.

After all, Heywood is fighting now, and he doesn't know how many people will be cheated in the dead man's lottery tonight.

He thought so, pleased with his wit.

That is a full two hours, as long as 7200 seconds!

He works 14 hours a day, and he has no time to sneak in.Is there any reason to let go of this once-in-a-thousand-year good luck?

There was a smug smile on his face.Job number 9527 smiled like a chrysanthemum, with happiness shining in his eyes.

"BOOM-!!!!"

Only a loud noise exploded behind him.

Worker number 9527 trembled on the spot, his body was unstable, and he shrugged his shoulders and looked back in horror.

It was neither a terrorist attack nor an attack.

Just a van carrying biofuel cells exploded.

just.

This word seems to be used a little bit inappropriately.

Because with the impact of the explosion, the burning flammable liquid splashed in all directions.Countless things were overturned, and the people at the scene were turned on their backs.

The transport system, which was originally tightly stitched like precision machinery, was interrupted, like a viaduct that was completely blocked.The raging fire at the scene spread everywhere.But the front and the rear were paralyzed and blocked in stalemate.

"Buzz--!!"

A piercing alarm sounded.

The whole respectable logistics entered the high alert mode in an instant.

The indicator light on the main exterior wall of the building turned bright red instantly, and the travel route planned with holographic images and adaptive partitions was also completely blocked.

The green passable sign that was originally suspended and projected in midair turned into a red cross.

A large number of drones swarmed out like locusts.

"Level [-] alert, the scene is under control."

"Searching for suspicious targets..."

Depend on.

My gosh, what happened?

Job number 9527 stood there in a daze.

For large companies, especially logistics companies.It's an absolutely rare occurrence, unless there's been an attack -- an armed violence attack or a hacking attack.

Relying on years of experience in working at the bottom, job number 9527 quickly ran away and disappeared into the vast night.

He was just a young man who was ordered by his boss to go out to run errands. As for the incident, he was not at the scene at all, and he had nothing to do with what happened.

……

It's on the other side of the respectable logistics building.

"The explosion was successful and has attracted the opponent's attention."

Luo Qi said into the Bluetooth headset, holding a detonator in his hand.

It's not that the fuel transport vehicle of the respectable logistics does not meet the safety regulations, but the performance of the anti-vehicle robot of military technology is too abnormal.

Self-destructing little spider, a big killer in street fighting.

"Got it, sneaking into the building."

The pangolin nodded and gestured to the mercenary behind him.

A line of heavily armed mercenaries swaggered and silently passed through the perimeter of the respectable logistics company along the safe passage only guarded by robots.

Their goal is a central server for respectable logistics.

Maybe it's a computer room, maybe it's an office.