Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

But if everyone who came into contact with them was backstabbed, it would not be difficult to explain.Since no one survived at all, let me explain in detail what they did.

These people who are being used may not realize the truth in time when they see the tip of a knife protruding from their chest, or when their brains are scorched in front of their eyes.

That's why the Voodoo Gang left behind mysterious and weird legends. There are all kinds of theories, but they only say that they are terrifying and dangerous, but few people know the truth.

"Fuck, something's wrong."

T-Bug suddenly made a sound, which attracted everyone's attention.

"What's wrong? Bug?" Luo Qi asked.

She operated quickly, and she didn't have time to answer, but trembled in surprise and inexplicable from her mouth.

"Fuck... No, this is fucking wrong." T-Bug's voice trembled a little nervously, "When did these IPs appear here?"

Her voice was a little weak, and she even said she was very scared.

Like a quiet and deserted house, a group of them are sitting at the table, carefully calculating the battle plan against the voodoo gang.

Then he turned his head and found that in the shadow of the corner, there were more than a dozen clown statues at some point, watching them without moving.

It's like watching their backs from the start.

The creepy feeling made her voice choppy.

This is in cyberspace, and it is very frightening to not notice other people's movements at such a close distance.

Because this means that as long as they are willing, T-Bug will be caught off guard, and even Luo Qi and the others will be burned to death in the hacker's chair when they are chatting for a day.

"Ah……"

Panting heavily, T-Bug operated quickly.

"Great, I'm fucking scared to death."

"These people are not coming for us, they haven't found us yet."

"Who?" Luo Qi and the pangolin asked in unison.

While operating, T-Bug distracted himself, swallowed, and said slowly.

"Internet-network-supervision-inspection."

"Internet surveillance? You mean the one in the Great Empire Mall?"

Luo Qi lowered his head subconsciously, only seeing the roof of the mall.

The hacker was in a corner of the shopping mall under his feet, but considering the current situation, instead of attacking him, he might have to consider for him.

But from T-Bug's words, Luo Qi heard something bad.

"It's not him! It's the Internet surveillance! Their big army!!"

T-Bug's voice raised involuntarily, "It's not in the Great Empire Mall! They must be in Taipingzhou! It's right here in Sea View and West Wind Manor!"

"Big troop!?"

This is a sensitive word.

Even the pangolin frowned when he heard this, and his expression became serious.

"Yes, as far as the monsters are monitored online, I can't see the scale, and I have no idea how many of them there are."

T-Bug's tone has never been so false, even when he invaded the Cyan Bi Building.

Because at that time, although Arasaka's cyber hackers were powerful, T-Bug was an intruder. She knew exactly how many people were on the other side, so she didn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back.

The gun is easy to hide, and the dark arrow is hard to prevent.

T-Bug and several hackers under Rogge are now like hunters lying in ambush in the sand, quietly waiting for their prey to reveal their flaws.

Then I turned my head and found a bigger bulge under the sand next to me.

But it is not known how many enemies are hidden in the bulge.

Network surveillance is not invincible, but a bunch of network surveillance...

T-Bug thinks he wants to live a few more years.

Rogge's hackers were also not much better, and even realized this much slower than T-Bug, so the goosebumps were much more severe.

It is impossible for the Internet surveillance to be aimed at them. It turned out that the target of the other party must be the Voodoo Gang.

"I have an immature proposal."

After listening to the description of T-Bug, Luo Qi said weakly, "Why don't we let the network monitor engage in voodoo gangs?"

"It's not completely impossible."

After calming down, T-Bug thought carefully about the way to break the situation.

They serve the same purpose as Internet surveillance.

An enemy's enemy is a temporary friend, no doubt about it.

But the key is, is the other party willing to cooperate with them?

Behind the network monitoring is an official agency supported by countless large companies, responsible for maintaining the stability of the "black wall" and fighting cybercrime.

Their confidence is as strong as that of the violent terrorist mobile team.

"I think it's best not to get in touch rashly, and wait and see what happens, at least find out the old den of the Voodoo Gang first."

T-Bug thought about it, and finally chose a conservative solution.

"Okay, the two of us will withdraw now."

Luo Qi and Suzi nodded.

At least one thing is certain, the Great Empire Mall does not need the surveillance of the two of them, there is a large force of network surveillance, as long as they are willing, a large number of NCPD special police can be parachuted here in the next second.

Chapter 130: All Destroyed

Some people fight for their dreams, some people fight for revenge, and some people don't know what they are fighting for, but when the muzzle of the gun is already close to their face and they can smell the pungent smell of blood, There are no more options.

Miron Kozlov thinks he is the latter, he never thinks that he is so powerful, unlike those pretentious gangsters, or lone wolf mercenaries who are coaxing, they will never run out of energy. Life wasted doing drugs and fucking women.

He just wanted to make a living in the mercenary business so that he could get out of that sad situation, but he didn't expect that half a year of doing this would pass in a blink of an eye.

These days, the acquaintances who are also mercenaries are dead or disabled, and with the meager funds they earned from hard work, they hesitate to look at the prosthetic bodies produced by the company on the shelves.

Losing an arm or a leg in various accidents, and then working a lifetime for these companies' prosthetics to pay off the high bills on the loan to buy it.

Many times, I often hear the down-and-out workers complaining that they don't know whether their life is for themselves or for prosthetic bodies.

The prosthetic body allows them to live a life free from disability, and they will not be taken away by someone sent by the company because they cannot afford the monthly mortgage fee.The life that can be regained is free, but the time and energy are withheld by the endless work. Every day, I keep wandering between the soberness of work and the simple dream.

He is very happy.

Not only because he can avoid this fate, but also because he has more choices than most helpless people.

Becoming a mercenary meant that while tying one's head to the waistband of one's trousers, one also became a consumable.

In the war full of metal, human flesh and blood are extremely fragile.Sometimes all it takes is a shrapnel that penetrates too far, and an arm or a leg is about to say goodbye to their owner.

This does not include the internal organs that may be smashed by metal jets and warheads at any time. Those cost-effective artificial lung lobes or hearts and kidneys are often the best-selling items of the season.

Only those mercenaries who are doing well and are favored by luck have the life and money to successfully lie on the operating chair in front of the prosthetic doctor.

However, it is better to have a way to change the prosthetic body than to have to rely on high-interest loans.

If he had to sell the rest of his life to survive, Miron Kozlov felt that he would rather give it a go, even if he died in a hail of bullets afterwards.

He's had enough of living in the garbage.

Sacco Nelson, his brother who had been with him in the garbage dump for the past few years.

Growing up in a place like Taipingzhou, even blood siblings may not be as good as friends who have eaten "shit" together.

Next to Taipingzhou is the valley area of ​​Santo Domingo. If it weren't for the poor security here, those companies would have built factories all over the place long ago.

Petra Petrochemical is one of them.

Whether it is Pacific Island or Coronado Farm, the huge garbage dump surrounding the outskirts of Night City is not just as simple as throwing some solid waste.

There is always such a type of people who make a living by picking up junk, but what they pick up is not ordinary junk, but harmful garbage dumped by heavy industries.

Corrosive, highly toxic, radioactive, carcinogenic... almost all harmful ingredients you can think of can be found here.

But it is in this kind of garbage that we can often find some treasures that cannot be found in ordinary places——

A transformer with a recovery price of up to 5 Euros.

From Petro Petrochemicals.

But such a treasure is just like the treasure guarded by a dragon in an adventure story.

If the greedy brave wants to get this money, he has to pay a certain price.

Red spots, itching all over the body, loss of appetite, headache and nausea, hair loss, abnormal skin color...

If Luo Qi said, he would definitely praise this thing, it is simply an excellent place for artificially formed genetic mutations.

If a biotechnology company were to create an animal cell tissue capable of malignant proliferation, it would most likely grow into a biochemical monster that would lose its sanity value at a glance.

There is a reason why Petra Petrochemical didn't send workers to recycle these things, otherwise, it is estimated that within a few months, they will be distressed by the lack of low-level labor.

But someone will always pick it up, such as Miron Kozlov at that time, and Sakko Nelson.

At that time, they were still equipped with the cheapest implants and couldn't afford Derma Technology products, so they stuck cheap plastic shells on their faces all day long, things that would crack in less than a month.

Sitting on a sofa that is filthy but still usable, in an isolated island surrounded by garbage dumps, worrying about tomorrow's livelihood.

So when they have the opportunity to pick up guns and make money, they are destined to never go back to the past.

Being a mercenary is not something to be ashamed of. In this age of laughing at the poor but not laughing at the prostitutes, standing up does not necessarily give you face, and kneeling down does not necessarily mean you can live. You have to find a crack to drill, maybe you can see a glimmer of life.

He thought he was like this, he was used to the life of a mercenary - hard-hearted, merciless, drunk today, bloody on the streets every day, only those who survived are eligible to sit in front of the bar and drink to their heart's content.

But Saco is dead.

Die right in front of his eyes.

The Animal Gang in the Great Empire Mall is not some clumsy goose, pulling the trigger is no less sloppy than other gangsters.

Bullets never have eyes, and it counts where they fly, and whoever hits them is considered unlucky.

Even more so with stray bullets.

So much so that when Sacco's blood spattered his face, his mind was empty, only the past images were played back, and only a few seconds passed.

An ordinary mercenary fell.

No one mourned for him, and his exit from the stage of life was quiet.

Milong knew that such a day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon, and it wasn't even someone else, but his own brother.

"What are you in a daze for!?"

Cody Dunn snapped from behind, "Cover me! I'll blow them up!"

As he spoke, he took out a bazooka, which was so small that it could almost be folded and stuffed into a backpack.

He aimed the scale point on the scale at the heavy machine gunner behind the flower bed, and then squeezed the trigger forcefully.

"laugh……"

This warhead, whose power was between that of a grenadier and a shoulder-fired rocket launcher, staggered and accelerated under the propulsion, and went straight to the target.

"boom!!!"

The machine gun fell silent instantly, and countless debris flew in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

Cody Dunn's face was full of pride and joy after revenge. He gritted his teeth and grinned, hiding behind the enemy's dead zone.

He still has a lot of bullets like this. Although they are not powerful, they are filled with a mixture of concentrated corrosive substances and toxic powders.

The extremely small charge makes it even unable to deal with ordinary brick walls, but for those enemies who are stubborn, this kind of sobering agent is very effective.

Few people can stand up and continue fighting after being shot at close range.

Even these animal gang monsters.

That's what Cody Dunne thinks.

He stood up, shouldering the mini bazooka with the second round tucked inside, but never had a chance to pull the trigger.