Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

"Wan what Zhuo?"

"It's Newman Joyce."

But Jack who was standing next to him could hear clearly, "This guy's accent is too strong."

"Okay, so this Newman, does anyone know?"

Luo Qi knew that it was meaningless to deal with these downlines, and he had to ask someone who was in charge.

"Have not heard."

Jack spread his hands, expressing that he had never heard of it.

Luo Qi's eyes continued to scan, and the helpers at the bar shook their heads.

"I think I've heard that name before, Joyce."

Mrs. Wells rubbed her chin, "He is a collector of scrap iron in this block."

"Huh? A scrap iron collector?"

V made an unbelievable voice, "Then there seems to be someone else?"

"uncertain."

Luo Qi held the opposite opinion, "You may not know the value of the recycling industry. If the population of a place is large enough, then the mechanical recycling business can even expand to the auto repair and water and electricity business fields. Generally, gangs control these. Typical representatives are the Tiger Claw Gang and the Sixth Street Gang, and this case is worth a fortune in their hands."

"Well, I heard that he made a fortune recently. I don't think it's possible that he got it from junk."

Mrs. Wells agreed with Rocky.

"so?"

As soon as Jack heard that there was a clue, he immediately left these useless bastards and was ready to do it.

"So we're going to pay a visit."

Luo Qi also started to move his shoulders, "Take the guy, bring more bullets."

The three of them rushed out of the backyard of the Wild Wolf Bar immediately, leaving Mrs. Wells and her thugs who had just told the young people not to be rash. A misguided gangster like a chick.

"The Lord will forgive those who committed crimes, but not the Wells family."

Mrs. Guadalupe Arajandra Wells stepped on the foot of one of the guys who was trying to escape, and then raised the baseball bat in her hand, her eyes flashed cruelly.

"Since your parents didn't teach you what you can touch and what you can't, let me do it for you."

Click! !

what--! ! !

……

On the streets of Heywood, the behemoth is pumping up its horsepower and heading straight for its target.

"Should I rush in and capture the thief first and capture the king first?"

V raised his pistol, ready to rush down without stopping the car.

"I guess he must have made a lot of money. I guess he hired a lot of people to guard it. And if the war starts like this, how will the NCPD deal with it?"

Jack was a little nervous and a little excited about the upcoming battle.

The three brothers acted together, and the long-lost blood rushed to their heads.

"Relax, they won't come."

Rocky had already sent a message to Stings in advance, Heywood is his area, he can take it easy until midnight or simply come back the next day.

"By the way, Jack, I have a question for you."

"what?"

Jack didn't expect Luo Qi to ask him something.

"You said, firing directly at them won't affect your family? I mean, it's all from Valentino's gang. Is this in line with the rules?"

Luo Qi knows that the Valentino gang is different from other gangs, and pays special attention to these things.

"The drugs have already been sold to my family's land. Let alone gangs and gangs, even brothers have to turn their faces. What kind of problem is this?"

Jack asked back of course.

"Okay, then I'm relieved."

Luo Qi showed a confident expression.

Then it was Jack and V who panicked——

Every time he made such a gesture, he could rest assured, but the hearts of the two of them were about to be raised.

By this time, the fringes of Heywood, the southern part of the country were in disrepair.

Newman Joyce did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

"How about it?"

A gunman who entered the door was held by the arm by an accomplice holding a submachine gun in one hand and asked.

But he didn't say much, but went straight to the depths of the room.

On the second floor of this house converted into a recycling center, you can directly see the scene in the yard through a small lookout window.

On weekdays, there are only dirty trucks passing by in the yard, but now there are a lot of brightly painted cars, and there are people making noise underneath, looking at the house from time to time.

Everyone's got guys with them, and everyone's got boxes full of bills or savings chips, but it's all relatively peaceful and quiet.

"He said he has no money now, can he take it easy, he can raise enough soon, or credit..."

"Credit?! Tell him to get out and ask, when did I do credit business here?"

A bearded man who was counting tickets bit the cigarette between his teeth on the left side, and then squinted at his subordinates with dissatisfaction, "Tell him, get as much as you have, don't grind it for me here, there are plenty of people behind." People want to buy."

"But...he said that it would be convenient to do business in the future..."

As he spoke, his tone became weaker.

Then he was driven out of the room by his boss with murderous eyes.

"I make it easy for him, who will make it easy for me?! Let him go away in a hurry, and don't let me hear this kind of request again next time!"

Newman's voice sounded from inside the door, so loud that everyone in the yard could stop.

The guys waiting in the yard looked at each other in blank dismay, and then checked whether they had enough money.

People kept coming into the house, dropping things and taking things with them.

Surrounded by old high-rise buildings on all sides, everything here is hidden in the shadows, so you don't have to worry that someone from afar can see what happened here.

Such is the daily life in Haywood South.

"It's gone, it's the last bag just now."

Seeing someone making a fuss in front of the yard because of the uneven distribution, Joyce walked out arrogantly carrying a shotgun, and pushed his little brother aside.

Then he shouted loudly to the few people in line.

"The last pack? How the hell did you distribute it?! Everyone has agreed to have it??"

The Valentino Gang, who had prepared payment chips but was slapped to the ground by such a slap, also quit.

"What did you say?! Why haven't I heard of it—?"

Joyce put his hands next to his ears, turned his head sideways and listened as if he was deaf, "If I say it's gone, it's gone."

Just as they were making a noise, a cowboy wearing sunglasses stepped out from the crowd and pushed a heavy box into Joyce's hands.

He checked the weight with satisfaction, and handed it to the younger brother behind him. Then, with a wave of his hand, someone stuffed a pack of black garbage bags and a large brick with several layers of duct tape into the cowboy's hand.

And all of this happened directly in front of those arguing people.

"This is a high-end price, do you want it? Add more money?"

Joyce stretched out his hand, but got no response, only got an angry and humiliated look, then let out a snort in disdain, and turned around to sneak into the house.

The man wanted to fight, but was soon stopped by Joyce's younger brothers with guns.

The two sides stalemate for a while, and soon spit at each other a few times, got in the car and drove away.

After everyone left, this bustling recycling yard shed its noisy coat and became quiet again.

It's as if it has been abandoned here.

In the interior of the house, there are countless messy things piled up on the huge desktop made up of several uneven tables.

These are what Joyce got today.

"It's done, boss, we've done it—"

A younger brother saw his eyes straight.

Although they have already made a lot of money by controlling this recycling yard and running some shady businesses by the way, they didn't come in as fast as today.

If this kind of business can make so much money every day, it won't be long before they become the richest faction in the entire Valentino gang.

"What is yours, I sent it, yours, here."

Joyce puffed his face, then pulled out a stack from a box of banknotes, and threw a stack into the hands of every boy in the room.

"This is for you, don't let me eat what's in the bowl and look at the pot! Remember, you can only post after I post it. Keep your hands and feet clean, and be careful that I catch you!"

He warned viciously, looked around, and after receiving restrained and cautious eyes, he put the cigarette back in the middle of his mouth in satisfaction.

Start counting!

As he nodded, the rough smile, the greedy smile, and the smile that made his belly round after eating all of a sudden reappeared on his face.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...

One hundred thousand, one hundred and fifty thousand, two hundred thousand!

That's a lot!too much!

With this kind of access, what's wrong with you, you have to collect the trash.

From today onwards, he is the largest contractor in Heywood, Night City, and he specializes in selling these imported good things to the locals. Every time he enters and exits, the money will be spent in vain?

Touching these things requires ability.

Those who have no ability will be backlashed by these things sooner or later.

For example, those other blind faction bosses who were killed by him.

How dare you compete with yourself for a share?

Isn't this rounding the same as stealing your own money?

court death!

The more Joyce thought about it, the more complacent he became.

He thought of the picture of those people lying in a pool of blood before they died, staring at him fiercely with those unwilling eyes.

Then his boots, covered in mud and sewage, stepped on their faces and creaked.

Their wives and daughters screamed in the room, the smoke of cigarettes and drugs permeated the room, the rhythm of the music on the radio oscillated regularly in the air, and his soul floated above the sky cap with his movements.

I am the king of this city!

With tickets, there will be houses, cars, horses, guns and ammunition, and there will be groups of younger brothers.

There will be dignity, fame, and status!

Seeing them cringing and wanting to look at their money but not daring to look at their own money, Joyce felt another sense of comfort emanating from the depths of his soul.

"Bring it! Bring that little bag!"

The more Joyce thought about it, the worse he got. He chewed the remaining half of the cigarette in his mouth with his black and yellow teeth, and then casually spit it on the ground.

He drove the younger brother to open the table and took out a small package from the box inside.

Opening the simple plastic bag, his rough fingers tremblingly took out a translucent cylinder from inside.

Then with a holy and pious look, he held the thing under the light.

Sunlight, lamplight, and the light from his eyes passed through the particles that were as pure as crystal.

Install the injection needle, tighten it firmly, and then lightly pierce it next to his neck.