Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

Luo Qi was once again deeply disappointed with the riddled NCPD, or in other words, they have always been so disappointing.

Mexican warlord?

strange characters.

But what they did was closely related to the underground world of Night City.

Smuggling networks on the U.S.-Mexico border, drug trafficking networks in many Latin American countries, and laboratories and factories all over the place.

If this situation was still in a delicate "criminal balance" before the division of the United States, then in the half century after the division of the United States, the situation in Central America, especially the bordering Mexico, has undergone tremendous changes .

The New United States lost control of the western Zhuzhou, and it could no longer continue to use their military assets to fight transnational crimes in Mexico.

On the contrary, they urgently need benefits and assistance from Mexico——

Continued pressure on both the Republic of Texas and the free states, and there are plenty of benefits to be reaped from it.

During the long process of drug control in the United States, Luo Qi did not see the emergence of a major drug control country, but instead saw an ultimate cancer that consumed 60% of the world's production capacity of addictive drugs.

There are no interests of the U.S. government and companies in it, and even ghosts will not believe it.

This was the case in the past, not to mention that the new United States does not border Mexico.

The "excellent tradition" left on this land has not disappeared, but has intensified in the barbaric growth.

Subsequently, many warlords were created who could compete head-on with the Mexican government forces and even win.

That's right, a warlord.

They are not the gangsters who hide in the sewers and alleys of Night City, they are armed organizations that hold what can be called "armies".

Don't forget, next door to them is the largest arms dealer in the world——

America.

The warlords have acquired an astonishing amount of wealth by relying on those lucrative industries, and then waved these banknotes to buy everything that can strengthen their black empire.

The weapons and equipment and talents of the military, including those executives and laboratory experts who run enterprises, to put it bluntly, the Mexican government may not have their expertise in some fields.

Rocky thought of Jabaltaya Coleman.

The home country he wanted to go back to build wholeheartedly, in fact, in a sense, can no longer be called a normal sovereign country.

But that is still the land where he was born and raised, and others cannot understand the feelings there.

And the biological son of such a Mexican warlord actually traveled all the way to Night City to sell goods.

Luo Qi really didn't know whether to praise them for their aggressiveness in their work, or lament that they didn't have enough food in their bowls and they planned to stretch their hands so long.

I don't even know what kind of expression to use to face the bean curd NCPD.

"I'm very unhappy right now."

Luo Qi closed his eyes, dozed off for a while, and then let out a long snort.

"Let's go, let's catch him back."

……

On the streets of Night City.

The police car I was riding just now has disappeared at the end of the road.

Sure enough, they didn't dare to arrest themselves, just like those obedient Mexican policemen.

In order to avoid being cut off halfway, he even randomly picked an inconspicuous path, let the person down casually, and then left as if fleeing.

Mr. Top Hat let out a snort of sneer.

Then he patted his dirty suit and stood by the side of the road.

Stepping on the curb, the expensive leather shoes were slightly wrinkled. He took out a tin box of trimmed cigars from his pocket, lit them with a lighter, and took a sip.

Swallowing clouds and mist, dispersed with the wind of the city streets.

Through this thin layer of smoke, he saw the colorful lights of the city in the distance.

Night City, what an interesting name.

Ovidio glanced at the squalid city with some fascination.

He doesn't hate being dirty, or in other words, there is no place in the world that isn't dirty, and he cares more about those dazzling things than these details.

Police, law, army.

Drugs, gunmen, gangs.

They are like pawns playing back and forth on a chessboard, always messy, but no matter what, someone has to be the beneficiary, someone has to be the winner.

So why can't it be them, the Lopez family?

Night City is an easy city to deal with.

His father's people had no trouble finding suitable "allies" here.

As long as things can be solved with money, they are not really things, because money is actually the cheapest thing.

Ovidio was delighted.

The police in Night City are no more determined than the police in Mexico, even if their commandos are as good as ghosts.

"Pooh……"

Chewing the cigar that was still burning in his mouth, Ovidio touched his lost top hat, and casually spit the pieces mixed with the bad smell in the air on the ground in disgust.

The sparks are still burning, among the filthy crumbs.

he's gone.

Spread your arms and open your chest, facing the coming night in Night City.

"what……"

Taking a deep breath, the evening wind blew across the deserted dark street, swept over his fluttering clothes, and made his slightly curly hair fluctuate.

Close your eyes, open your mind, and feel the world.

As for the trash that was crushed into dross behind him, no one cared where they would rot, and there was no need to care.

Sudden.

The wind blowing in front of him stopped.

Instead, a gust of hot, dry air blew violently on his face, pulling him out of the illusion of enjoyment.

Opening his eyes, a huge armed floating vehicle was barred in front of him.

The scarlet skulls are all over the body, like undead fixed on them by forbidden spells and cannot be reborn forever.

In the opened cabin, several armed men with tactical goggles were looking at him coldly.

Six dark green eyes flashed a terrifying and strange light on each of their faces.

The wind blows through the streets.

Nothing was left.

Only the chewed cigar was blown far away by the wind and waves of the vector engine, and rolled into the dry sewer, and then there were still residual sparks that continued to burn.

……

This was the first time Ovidio had seen such a police station.

Supreme Armed Forces Tactics Department...

He looked at the huge sign and said silently in his heart.

The floating car landed on the tarmac, like a knight returning from the night, his armor was full of scars, but it was still unbreakable.

Luo Qi walked in front, and behind him two players were holding Ovidio like a chicken.

"Shut it in, damn it."

Seeing him dawdling with a weird smile on his face, the team members got angry and gave him a kick on the buttocks, making him stagger to walk in front.

He found a random room, tied his hands behind his back, and as soon as he stuffed the chair, he became quiet.

The last time Luo Qi left there, he saw the confident and sinister smile on his mouth.

"You'll get me out soon too, I promise."

"Take care of him."

Luo Qi explained to the guards, and then left without looking back.

In Melissa's office, it was deserted.

Suzi was still dealing with the mess he left behind outside, while Melissa was busy dealing with the feathers of NCPD. Although the Terrorist Mobile Squad was not in a hurry, it was a very busy night.

He leaned back on the sofa where the three of them were always together, and closed his eyes.

In Night City, there is a sense of strangeness that eats you up.

At the beginning, you will be filled with righteous indignation, you will feel that you can't bear it, the filth of this city is simply irreconcilable to you, and the corrupt and cowardly NCPD is like a disgrace to the police.

Luo Qi confronted them, confronted those evils, and confronted the shady activities of those companies.

Always fighting.

But slowly, you will find that, except for some people, the whole city is so insensitive and dirty.

People regard this kind of life as normal, but Luo Qi always has to tell himself repeatedly that this is not what the world should be like.

But after a long time, he couldn't help but have some questions in his heart.

Do this, right?

Does it make sense to do so?

He looked out the window, and it was a rare good angle of moonlight outside.

But the city is too deep, the buildings are too tall, the walls of people's hearts are too thick, and the city is too cold.

Not even the moonlight can shine through.

Luo Qi could see it, but it never responded to Luo Qi.

Perhaps in the past thousand years, countless people have raised their heads at night and asked such questions to the full moon hanging high in the sky.

But people always get answers.

The response does not come from the moon, it is always there quietly, like a mirror, always has been.

Because the answer is actually in people's own hearts.

"NCPD has sent several urgent messages in a row, asking us to release Ovidio immediately and refer him to NCPD for trial."

Melissa came in from the open office door, and immediately saw Luo Qi looking up at the moon by the window.

"Who said that?"

Rocky didn't look back.

"Who else can it be, the Police Commissioner's Committee, those idiots who eat people's food and don't do human affairs."

Melissa has never shied away from her distaste for NCPD.

"Coleridge is gone, and Jerry Folt will be soon, I promise," Roach said.

He no longer looks at the moon.

The moon is always there, people have too much time to look at it in their life, and it has more time to look at this world.

Luo Qi never lives far away, he lives in the present.

The phone rang one after another.

Melissa simply rejected all the transfers and turned to the computer for information exchange.

"More and more people are calling in, and it's all 'big shots.'"

Melissa's sarcasm was particularly sharp, "How can the son of a Mexican warlord have such great energy?"

"I think it's his father."

Luo Qi shook his head, "A warlord is much more powerful than drug lords, and can compete with government forces. Basically, he can be understood as the local emperor of the local autonomous prefecture."

"These politicians in Night City should have checked their ingredients."