Cyber psychosis is my girlfriend

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The Tiger Claw Gang is in a hurry to save people, and they will definitely transfer people from the den.

They can only see the temporary external crisis, and their vigilance has increased, but they will relax their vigilance for the internal attack.

A simple sham, plus some real ones.

"I need one or two raw materials to synthesize Shiny, the kind that are more difficult to get."

"Also, the person you mentioned who knows how to make, I will go and catch it with you."

Chapter 320 Seventh Boss... Save Me (ask for a monthly ticket)

This bar at the end of the street is his favorite.

Every day when I come out of the dark underground processing factory, the first thing I think of is to come here to buy some wine, and then have a good drink.

This has almost become a habit of Walter Brandeis, a habit more important than going to work on time.

Whether it's a fancy cocktail, a bottle-blown water wine, or a strong, hot high-alcohol, he likes it all.

Alcohol can bring him a psychedelic intoxication.

As a professional who prepared Shiny, he knew very well the horror of this substance.

Whether it is drugs or tobacco, sooner or later it will destroy a person.

But for alcohol, as long as the intake is controlled, at least not in a short time.

And different from the fake super dream experience, this kind of ethereal feeling inspired from the depths of the brain, as well as the true or false, false or real uncertainty between half-drunk and half-awake, are the most fascinating.

"Boom."

A man in a trench coat next to him sat down and put the glass bottle in his hand on the table.

Walter glanced at him, let out a "tch", continued to raise his head, and drank the liquid in the quilt in one gulp.

The ice cubes were stuck outside his lips, and a few drops of coldness flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Classic hits are playing in the bar, a retro drum set from the last century starts to sound, as well as a saxophone and an organ.

Crisp maracas and solid beats move with the singer's chants.

It was getting late, and there were many people.

The bartender stood behind the bar and wiped the countertop, surrounded by the sound of clinking glass.

very nice.

"Let's drink... chicken blood."

The man in the windbreaker beckoned to the bartender, lowered his voice twice, and said softly in his ear.

The bartender understood, turned around blankly, and began to make preparations.

It's as if he's ordering nothing more than a normal cocktail.

Walter glanced sideways at him, shook his head, and ordered another whiskey special.

Just in time, the man in the windbreaker also turned his head and looked at him.

very young--

This was Walter's first reaction.

It doesn't have the kind of temperament that hangs around bars all day long, it looks like an eagle temporarily resting on a tree branch, and it will spread its wings and leave at any time.

Such a person does not belong in this kind of place.

different from myself.

Walter shook his head again, only this time, for himself.

Soon, a cup of chicken blood was served.

Wine lives up to its name.

It was scarlet and bright, like a liquefied blood gem, and some impure-looking magazines floated in it, ruining the beauty.

Picking up the cup, the man in the windbreaker took a sip and savored it carefully.

Then put it back again.

"It doesn't taste right."

He looks at the bartender.

The sound is not loud, it can even be said to be flat, but it is very clear in a noisy bar.

It was so clear that it reached Walter's ears.

"This is chicken blood, there is nothing wrong with it."

The bartender didn't get angry, but explained patiently.

Many guests will make comments like this, or have doubts about the purity of the chicken blood, or begin to doubt the change in taste.

But really, the recipe is the same every time.

Those who can't drink, most of them don't have a problem with their tongue, but their nerves have changed——

The dose is not enough.

"I want to add ingredients."

The man in the windbreaker firmly returned the cup, "It will flash."

These words cheered up the bartender behind the counter and Walter next to him.

The former hesitated for a moment, then took the wine glass, turned around and left.

The latter looked at the windbreaker twice more, drank half of the wine in his hand, and glanced at him again.

"You want glitter, right?"

These two words have the meaning of shining. In the slang of Taoism, such sensitive words are often spoken and replaced by some inconspicuous terms.

The flash is actually a relatively direct hint, not sneaky.

"do you have?"

The man in the windbreaker glanced at him.

"It may or may not."

Walter rolled his eyes away from him.

He estimated it, and felt that the other party must be a potential user. He also calculated the output of the workshop and felt that it was too much.

"Is there less, there is more."

This is what wholesale means.

"……how many?"

The man in the windbreaker hesitated for a moment and asked.

"As much as you want."

Walter showed a smug smile, "Don't think too much, you can't eat it by yourself, call your supervisors to come."

If he gets a business, he will have a lot of credit and a lot of money.

Although people always say that these powders and liquids are gold, they cannot be directly realized.

Only the banknotes held directly in the hands are genuine.

"I can't trust you."

The man in the windbreaker also rejected him, "This number."

He tucked under the cuff, showing three fingers, and then turned around and made a gesture.

Thirty thousand euros.

"Too little."

Walter hesitated for a moment, feeling that this amount was not enough for him to take the risk.

"You have to check the quality first."

The man in the windbreaker was very firm, "And I want to see the goods first."

"How much can you eat?"

Walter was still a little apprehensive.

"At least this number."

This time I still hit with three fingers, but the subsequent movements have changed.

30 euros.

This number made Walter's expression look a little better.

Shining is a high-volume product, if you don't buy much, then there is no need to talk about it.

Those addicts are like smoking cigarettes.

"Boom."

A glass of chicken blood that looked exactly the same as before was brought up, the difference was that the wine was [-]% full again.

"Give it to anyone."

The man in the windbreaker returned the cup, took out the chip, and swiped a sum of money across the air.

"Don't you drink?"

Walter glanced at the glass.

He doesn't care about the ingredients in it, he cares more about the price of this glass of wine.

"When you talk about business, you need to be clearer."

The man in the windbreaker got up, turned around and walked out the door, like a shadow under the light, with the corners of his clothes fluttering behind him.

The sky has darkened.

There are still many people on the street, and the vehicles are coming and going, which is very lively.

Night City, just like its name, is a city that never sleeps, even...

Livelier than during the day.

Walter looked at his empty hands, regretting that he forgot to buy wine and go home.

But when he thought about the deal that was about to be concluded later, as well as the future business, he felt that it was not so difficult to accept a night without wine.

"You wait, I'll send someone to bring the goods over."

Seeing that he was about to walk to the street, Walter stopped the man in the windbreaker who was constantly in shape, and raised his hand to make a phone call.

"no need."

The man in the windbreaker didn't look back.

no need?

"Aren't you going to buy it? You're kidding me..."

Before the words fell, his expression changed from doubt and annoyance to consternation.

Then the whole person disappeared into the vehicle driving out of the alley——

A sack covered his head, and he was pulled in like a chicken.

The door of the car was closed and merged into the road, like a well-behaved ordinary vehicle, it began to enter the waiting queue at the red light.

The man in the windbreaker put his hands in his pockets, without turning his head, he just walked out of the alley and stopped a taxi casually.

In just a few seconds, the box was quiet again.

It seems like no one has ever been here.

The pedestrians coming from behind were as usual, and there were crooked drunks. No one knew what happened here.