Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

He saw the figure behind him biting him tightly.

It turned out to be a tall horse! ?

that

He didn't have time to think about why, so he manipulated the steering wheel with one hand, struggling with the deviation, and then pulled back the trigger with his right hand.

"Da da da da da!!!!"

Bullets came out of the shattered car window and scattered towards the rear.

But the horses in the rear seemed to know everything he wanted to do, they turned sharply to the left, and dodged all the bullets that were not accurate.

The opponent's tenacity exceeded expectations.

The sides of the horse's head opened with flaps that slid away along the surface to reveal two machine guns underneath.

Bullets cost nothing, and countless bullet holes were drilled in the rear of the vehicle.

If this continues, the transmission will be broken!

The fleeing gangster seemed to understand his situation, so he stopped trying to speed up and escape, but took the time to change the magazine for his gun, then stretched out his hand from the left window, and pulled the trigger again towards the rear .

However, just as he lowered the only car window that was still intact, a huge recoil caused his submachine gun to fly out of his hand and fell on the road.

The horses in the rear gradually distanced themselves from him, but a missile ejected from the side of the horse's belly came in from under the car with a long stream of white smoke.

An explosion blasted the entire chassis of the car into pieces.

His thighs, shoulders, and back were pierced by three large fragments, and countless pieces of vehicle debris smashed his skin.

This classic American muscle car, like its ass on fire, bounced to the ground, jumped up, and then landed hard on the ground, the tires were scrapped, the vehicle went sideways, and then the death barrel roll began.

But this car is not a fighter jet, and the result of rolling all the way along the road is probably a complete say goodbye.

The vehicle started to catch fire.

A large sense of sight.

Debris and debris were scattered far down the road, and the vehicle tipped over in such a bad way that it nearly crushed the entire driver's seat underneath.

Blood blurred his vision.

There was a beeping sound in my ears, the plastic was burning, and the open flame gradually increased the temperature in the car.

He felt his body and mind begin to warm up.

He tried to touch the gun, but only touched the broken palm.

The car door was completely stuck, and the whole person was hung upside down on the seat by the seat belt.Thanks to the airbag, he only severely broke a few bones and was not killed instantly.

Is the vehicle about to explode?

The temperature of the flame was getting higher and higher, and the combustibles in the car began to come into contact with the open flame, which brought an unpleasant smell.

But he couldn't smell it anymore, the blood blocked his airway, and his tongue was still wriggling, and he could only taste the rust in his mouth.

Even when he thought he was going to end his sad life with such a bang, he started to feel like the whole world was spinning.

Tortured by another impact, the bones were already shattered, and the internal organs were moaning feebly.

But he was turned over—

The whole car.

He wriggled his lips, and before he realized what had happened to him, he saw a hand stretched out from the left car window, with a sudden force, the whole car door was removed like a biscuit, and then he flung it out Ten meters away.

"...Hey, this seat belt is quite strong..."

A knife flashed, and his body was released from the restraint of the safety belt like a cooked lobster.

His face was pressed against the steering wheel, and the blood spit out from his mouth trickled down the plastic onto his thigh.

Then he slid out of the car like a captured chicken.

The vehicle behind him seemed to be beckoning from hell, and was slowly covered by raging fire.

He was randomly thrown on the ground, the ground was cold and the air was so fresh.

"Cough cough cough cough pu ah!..."

He twisted on the ground, coughing and spurting blood, but at least he didn't suffocate to death due to the blocked airway.

"Caught the target, half dead."

The man in standard equipment started the call, and then looked at him who was in a state of distress and dying on the ground.

"What did you say? Transfer it to your investigation department?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Now it's up to you, who deserves the credit? Is it the patrol officers who were killed or injured? Or the boss who is sitting in the office with a big belly and a mouth full of oil?"

"I saw your helicopter, flying slower than crawling."

The man looked at the searchlight in the sky with disdain. His figure was bathed in white light, like a steel gun stuck on the ground, and his eyes pointed piercingly at the sky.

After watching for a few seconds, the helicopter slowly turned around, left the area, and flew towards the city.

And the Nisean warhorse on the ground was pointing all its launching nests into the air, and with a single command, it could shoot down that fragile paper-like helicopter.

The man then dialed the phone.

"Call for medical support, the criminals have been caught."

"Yes, Taipingzhou... yes, it is the current coordinates."

"Why not hand it over to NCPD? Just kidding, do you believe that if I hand this person over, they will be able to silence me later?"

"Then the families of the injured police officers will only get a little so-called pension, which is not fucking enough for those people to drink a bottle of wine."

The phone hangs up.

"Achievements and achievements, the fuck only knows about achievements."

He spat in disdain, then walked to the gangster's side and knelt down slowly, patting his bloody cheek.

"You know what? You scum."

"Although I can't wait to shoot you now, you still need to go back alive. After I finish recording for you and credit those poor policemen for the credit, then you can die obediently."

The last glimmer of hope in the gangster's eyes also disappeared, and then blood began to flow from the corner of his mouth, and he coughed.

In Taipingzhou at night, the wind gradually became bleak.

Like a far-flung sea.

Chapter 170 The style of painting is not right

"V, are you there? Damn it, open the door for me."

Luo Qi glanced at the access control at the entrance of the bar, but facial recognition and iris recognition still failed.

He and Suzi hadn't been entered into this newly installed system, which looked brand new.

"Lucky? William, please open the door for him, I'm busy working here, hey! ...By the way, is the input module at your place?"

After Luo Qi listened to the voice of V on the phone and looked at the door showing the red holographic projection for a while, the large steel door painted as a wooden door was unlocked with a "click" and opened to both sides. .

He stepped in and saw William behind the bar counter, setting up a row of bottles and cans, as if he was mixing drinks.

"Dude, have you made this door stronger than the wall?"

Luo Qi sat down on the chair, followed by the "well-behaved" Suzi.

Looking back, the main hall that should have been tables and chairs was now covered with rainproof cloth, and there were decoration gravel and dust everywhere.

"They are installing a monitoring room. They plan to build a secret door and a compartment. The old wall has to be knocked down and a new one will be built."

There was nothing William could do about it, he shrugged, looked down at the formula, slid his fingers across the next line of the step he had reached, and tapped with his fingertips.

Luo Qi nodded to indicate that he understood, and then got up.

"Would you like a drink?"

William seemed to be practicing a new formula, and he felt that he was ready to take it out, so he asked.

"After a while, we are not in a hurry to leave anyway, and you can practice a few more cups."

Halfway through Luo Qi's words, he looked at William's wry smile as he patted his stomach and began to smile.

To make a wine with a new recipe, failure is common, and it is even more natural to fail to achieve the ideal state.And although they have a little more money now, they can't afford to waste it, so all the wine that William failed to make went into his own stomach.

Luo Qi suspected that if he was asked to walk around and jump around at this time, he might be able to hear the water in his stomach sloshing "boom-boom-boom".

No wonder he couldn't help, otherwise he would have to vomit out after doing some heavy work.

"V?...V?"

Luo Qi and Suzi touched the handrail and slowly went up to the third floor from the stairs at the back side, while the front stairs were covered with debris.

"Hang, hang, hang, hang—"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sounds of electric drills and sledgehammers were so recognizable that Luo Qi had to increase the volume to let his voice pass through the tarpaulin-covered corridor.

The person who was squatting on the ground in front of him, wearing a hard hat, and grinding the device with a grinding wheel in his hand turned around, and when he saw Luo Qi and the others, he immediately showed a naive and festive smile.

"Pay attention to your body..."

Rocky walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled the big guy up off the floor with his hands.

"It just so happens that you are here, I still want to take a break."

Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a grin, "Cansado (tired)! If I didn't use irons usually, I'm afraid I'd be struggling to hold a hammer now."

"Pay attention to the wound, don't play and collapse."

Luo Qi checked the several bullet holes on his chest and confirmed that there were no signs of rupture and bleeding, and then gave him a fist in the arm with confidence.

"Don't try your best, I know it."

Jack patted his chest, indicating that he was in good health.

Together they looked towards the center of the decoration.

A compartment hidden between the power distribution room, ventilation ducts, and load-bearing walls is gradually taking shape. After completion, it will be about ten square meters long and narrow, not spacious but not cramped either.

There were a few people he didn't know.

The one who took the initiative to say hello was Rogge. She deliberately explained Luo Qi's appearance, but Luo Qi didn't come over until today.

The other party is an engineer who specializes in the construction of illegal protection facilities. What he is best at is building some fortifications that look ordinary, but in fact the protection level is much higher than the legal limit.

Fortifications that are too strong will make it difficult for both the city government and the company to attack, especially when they are trying to catch criminals who endanger the company's property.

But the safe house, this kind of building where rpgs can't blow up a passage, and is full of various deadly organs, many times the company's troops prefer to blow them up directly instead of entering it to search.

As a matter of course, he also has a group of professional workers working hard to make the building provide more safety functions.

Or a trap function.

These exquisite organs that can be controlled by both wires and remote control will make those who enter them regret it.

Walking around with the floor opening under your feet, and the soundproof room that falls screaming into it, is just original idea at its most primitive.

Leaning on the bar to drink, while drinking, suddenly the wall rotates, and people and tables disappear into the secret passage behind the wall, which is called being caught off guard.

Thought the posters and western sculptures at the end of the corridor were organs?No, that cactus is. The way to start it is to hold the top full of spikes with your hand, then verify the fingerprint and press down to rotate clockwise.

There are many amazing ideas among them, which are their common ideas-other members of PDG have not yet arrived in Night City, and the five-member team is almost all recovering from injuries or rehabilitation, so they sent them in the form of emails A piece of professional advice that's extremely sloppy in format but brilliant in its inspiration.

Dallas still complained in the email that their earliest safe house was designed to be an indescribable piece of shit. It was attacked by the police and leaked everywhere. It had no security function and was just a safe haven.

So later they learned from the pain and built a solid, concealed and reliable security "fortress".

The suggestions provided this time include not only ideas that have not been used in the past, but also ideas that have been brainstormed, which are always valuable.But seeing that Rogge took good care of them, this document is their feedback.

"How long will it take to finish?"

Luo Qi is like a curious baby, going up and down the stairs to visit the built parts, observe the surfaces that have not been renovated, and imagine how they will finally merge into this safe house.

"Conservatively estimate a week."

The engineer named Terry said, "In addition to the monitoring room, there is also a fully concealed turret."

With a wave of his hand, he swept half of the circle, "The corridor at the back has not been opened, I plan to make a hidden back door, so that including the tunnel and the zipline on the roof, there are three emergency exit routes."