Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

No matter how angry Peizhuo Shihua jumped, Su Shihua would only say, "Are you coming to bite me?"

"It was really sold out neatly."

Rocky laughed.

Sometimes, some people often have some kind of illusion.

For example, a puppet who holds a high position in the government thinks that he really makes the decisions.

Or as a tool of the company's white gloves, they think they can really control the situation.

But accidents always come before tomorrow habitually.

This time the operation does not require too many people, nor does it require a whole group of the violent terrorist mobile team to come to him to give him a "full experience".

What they want is Kurtwood's head, which is much more reliable than going through the legal process.

Therefore, people like Luo Qi and Suzi who are more proficient in killing than law enforcement are the best choices.

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The territory of the North Oak District is concentrated on the eastern hillside.

This used to be a wilderness where a large number of refugees gathered.

The harsh soil erosion, the howling wind, and the empty space all make this place not a suitable place to live.

But I have to praise the vision and vision of the developers of the year.

As the only highland in Night City where the low-lying areas can be eroded by sea water, the North Oak area has an altitude unmatched by any other place.

Even the dam built on Laguna Bay is inferior to the scenery of North Oak.

Looking down at the scenery of Night City from a high position, the bustling Japanese Street and Charter Hill are within easy reach, as well as the forested Watson buildings in the distance. Looking at the scene of Coronado Bay, you can also enjoy it The company square is almost level with the top of the hill.

The entire city, thousands of buildings, are all crawling under his feet, as if he can see the blueprint of Night City at a glance.

The artificial greening has turned this deserted mountain, which is full of yellow-brown sandy soil on the satellite cloud image, into an oasis-like existence.

The city is the gray of reinforced concrete, and the outside of the city is the brown of the badland wasteland. Only this piece of highland is full of moving greenery.

This kind of scene is not only in Night City, but also in other places, which is a rare and picturesque enjoyment.

Kirtwood has always yearned for the life of those wealthy businessmen all his life.

There are servants in and out, food and clothing are all treasures, living in a fairyland on earth, like a god on high.

But he was not born with capital, but a little gangster in the old war zone of Night City.

Living in a chaotic neighborhood, and feeling the difference between the upper class and the lower class, his expectation turned into a distorted desire.

What really made him leave his original life was his ruthlessness in beating life and death on the streets.

Whether it's bloody fights and firefights, or intrigues and deceptions, he has never been outnumbered.

Because of these things, he felt the joy of receiving large sums of money.

This extraordinary income was the first time he felt that there was some intersection between himself and those rich people.

But soon he realized that this little money is indeed a lot of wealth for the poor with nothing, but it is far from being rich, let alone taking him away from this damned class and reaching the dream he longed for. realm.

So he started to work on a bigger "business".

From smuggling to drug production and drug trafficking, from buying murder to intimidating and luring.

His business is getting bigger and bigger, but he is always the ambitious man behind the scenes staring at the stage.

Anyone who knows him knows that this is a figure between a middleman and a mercenary, a criminal and a political strategist.

His unscrupulous methods in the underground world quickly made him enter the ranks of notoriety faster than ordinary people.

But this is not the same as his original purpose.

So he started to buy facades, started to do black and white business, and started to get involved in the financial and economic industry.

The experience and ruthlessness gained from working hard on the street, as always, allowed him to successfully open the way forward.

Until he met a turning point in his life.

The people of Petra Petrochemical admired his means and abilities, and invited him to be a member of the "superior people who are different from ordinary people who do nothing".

From this, he began to come into contact with special fields that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The gray business of super corporations.

In a world where capital is superior to state power, the identity of company employees is not workers, but subordinate holders of power and benefits.

Money, power, and power are the components that measure the resources at each individual's disposal.

Middle and high-level company employees are just ordinary employees in front of capital owners, but in front of ordinary civilians, they are superior people.

It's very close.

After realizing that his abilities can actually be transformed into power in his hands, Kurtwood became more enthusiastic about this capital game.

He wants to be a participant, but also a decision maker, and finally the ultimate chess player.

His zeal and interest turned into a loyal working motivation for Petro Petrochemical.

More and more black jobs, more and more unknown secrets.

The more things Kurtwood mastered, the more he became a mysterious figure hidden behind the mist, and the files left in the official database became more and more innocent, until fewer and fewer people remembered him, and then completely forgot him.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than twenty years.

During these years, he has controlled the lives of countless people, and even pinched the lifeblood of countless people.

Astronomical transactions were concluded under his control, bringing immeasurable profits to Petro Petrochemical.

He also really achieved everything he wanted——

Luxurious villas, obedient servants, unimaginable wealth for ordinary people, and extraordinary power.

But he always felt that something was missing.

He has been thinking about this question for more than 20 years, and he still has no answer.

But when he saw the villas and gardens in the North Oak area again, a faint voice told him in his heart that this was the life he yearned for.

A dog dressed up in jewels is still a dog.

The character and thinking pattern cultivated in a poor family and a chaotic neighborhood will accompany him throughout his life.

Suit and leather shoes, gentle, elegant and decent.

That was not something he could really get, it was just a poor imitation.

Since then, Petra Petrochemical has lost a decent upper-level employee and added a crazy beast in clothes.

There is nothing to hide anymore.

More rampant than before, more cruel, more insidious, more... Do whatever you want.

Although Kurtwood is a monk halfway, his business and black business are not inferior to professionals at all.

He gained more trust and was entrusted with more important responsibilities, because of the means and abilities that are "evolving" all the time.

Finally, Kurt Wood, became a shadow operative hardly known to anyone.

Up to the judge, down to the police, and even members of the city council.

As long as it is suitable, as long as there is a need, there is nothing he dare not do.

Finally one day, he arranged an ambush and killed the cyberpsychopaths of the two terrorist mobile teams.

Just the same as usual, nothing special.

When a person has reached his level, it is difficult to arouse interest in ordinary things.

until……

Two ghost-like people bypassed all the security facilities and quietly appeared behind him.

Kirtwood has always dealt with death, but never with himself.

This creepy feeling made him tremble, frightened him, and excited him so much that his whole body tensed up slightly.

He turned around with that trademark scary grin on his face.

However, a sudden and unexpected complaint broke the seemingly weird atmosphere.

"It's bad, have we really found the right person? Why are you smiling like a crazy person?"

Chapter 270 Your decency is worthless

"Hello, Mr. Police Officer."

A Tweet Mackinac monster with the license plate of the Terrorist Mobile Team drove in.

The car door was kicked open, and a figure jumped down from the driver's seat.

"Hello, Peggy."

Luo Qi nodded politely to the regular team member who was in charge of standing guard today, and he was not arrogant because of his status as a core operator.

"Find someone, drag this guy in, and treat him by the way, I think he's dying."

who?

There was another team member standing guard with Peggy, but they only saw Suzi who got off the car with Luo Qi.

"here."

Luo Qi walked to the position of the trunk, stretched out his hand to open the lid, and took out a long object tied like a rice dumpling from it with one hand, and then easily threw it on the ground with a bang.

"Tsk, really, it's bloody again."

He looked at the marks on the back of his hand and shook his head in disgust.

This person wriggling slightly on the ground like a maggot is a living person covered in blood.

Unkempt, with distorted facial features, unexplained whimpers and blood bubbles constantly emerged from the open mouth.

It looked like he had been beaten for a long time.

There was a color of awe in the eyes they looked at Luo Qi.

This young police officer, who is easy to talk to everyone, not only has the status of a regular team member that they envy, but also has a combat effectiveness that is famous throughout the headquarters.

It's just that no matter how many cases he handled outside the country and how many criminals he killed, he never brought a prisoner who was beaten into shape to appear on the scene.

The medical team who rushed to the scene soon began to give him first aid. After injecting a compound hormone, they unexpectedly announced that his life was not in danger.

Even though he was beaten terribly, with bruises and wounds all over his body, he didn't even have a single fracture, let alone life-threatening internal bleeding.

This is too miserable.

They could almost imagine the scene where this man was hung up by Luo Qi and beaten violently.

He was beaten terribly, screamed terribly, it hurt everywhere he touched him, and he trembled wherever he moved.

How much hatred is this?

But if it falls into the hands of the Terrorist Mobile Squad, even if it is directly burped, there is no place to reason, let alone the person is still alive.

"Is this the prisoner to be interrogated?"

Peggy asked curiously, but immediately realized that she seemed to have asked a question that shouldn't be asked, and quickly covered her mouth.

"It's nothing, it's not a secret."

Luo Qi waved his hand, telling him not to be too nervous, "He was the one who ambushed Alex."

"Boom."

Upon hearing this, the medical team who was bandaging Kurtwood immediately let go.

His head slid down solidly and slammed on the concrete floor.

Good head.

"It's not life-threatening, let's go first."

The medical team nodded politely to Luo Qi and left.

"Okay, hard work." Luo Qi also responded, and then boasted with satisfaction, "It seems that my technique has improved."