Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

First of all, there are more and more competitors in Shining's market, and there are people constantly coming to provoke troubles on the site. In the past, the grievances with the Maelstrom Gang have not been understood, and now someone has tied up his poison maker.

It must be those transformation perverts from the whirlpool!

He slammed the table down so hard that the cups jumped up.

The other party not only let go of his pigeons, but even mentioned his daughter!

The sword has been held for many years!

It was one of those pains that he had gradually begun to fade.

Although he didn't have much relationship with his daughter, at least it was his own daughter.

But no one expected that one day, she would disappear just like that, and finally her body was found in the garbage dump, almost stinking.

Whether it means anything else or not, this is hitting his sword mochi Takuya in the face!

But in the end, he couldn't find out who did it, so he could only point the finger at the enemy at that time, that is, his colleagues.

This incident had greatly affected his prestige, but fortunately, it was not a serious injury.

When you play badly, just make your competitors play worse.

In this way, his pain of losing his daughter and the danger of being slapped in the face were diverted by the fact that he started a gang war with the outside world.

But who would have thought that the kid who called today actually mentioned his daughter's name.

This is clearly saying that he did it!

He killed the sword wielder Daki!

This made Jian Zhizhuo, who was already on the head of anger, almost lose control.

But fortunately, the last bit of reason left made him sit down.

Manpower, weapons...

More hands, more weapons!

He wanted to make the bastard who laughed at him regret coming to this world!

For this reason, he even mobilized the workshop and the manpower to watch the scene.

More than fifty people, armed with long guns and short cannons, rushed to the agreed place in a mighty way.

As for the poison maker who cried and begged the boss to save him, he had already forgotten about it.

His life or death is no longer important.

Jian Chi Zhuo also only wanted that arrogant son of a bitch to die!

Even on the territory of the Maelstrom Gang, the people he sent out were fully capable of fighting an away match.

What's more, he still has people, and he still has many people.

How humiliated before, how angry now.

Raising his left hand, the holographic watch implanted under the skin lights up the time on the wrist——

More than half an hour has passed.

According to calculations, the plan to kill and silence has already begun.

He looked at the luxurious booth where he was, and the younger brother standing at the door, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and wanted to pour himself a glass.

The waiter had already been kicked out by him, because he was afraid that if he couldn't control himself, he would beat another one to death.

This is detrimental to maintaining one's dignity and image.

restraint.

Years of experience on the road allowed him to disguise his anger well, wrapping it under his seemingly calm skin.

"..."

But the wine still betrayed him, and part of it spilled out with the shaking of his arms.

endure.

This is a lesson taught to him from East Asian culture.

Not being able to bear is not enough to become a great talent, not being able to bear is not enough to become a great event.

Jian Zhizhuo also picked up two liang of wine glasses and brought them to his mouth.

He looked at his system——

No message.

Wait a little longer, maybe there will be good news soon.

He said this to himself and poured himself another glass.

Through the glass, he seemed to see his ex-wife sitting on the opposite sofa.

In a trance, the figure seemed to have turned into a daughter again.

"..."

The cup is removed and focus is restored.

There was no one in front of him, only a large empty room.

Packets of Twinkle in excellent condition are on the table.

This is the sample that his subordinates brought him every once in a while.

He is also a veteran of making drugs, how is the workshop under his command, the inflow and outflow of raw materials, and the replacement of manpower.

These all require him to manage carefully.

Without these businesses, there would be no military strength today.

It is also impossible for him to sit on an equal footing with the other bosses of the Tiger Claw Gang.

With these winky, he has money, people, guns, territories, umbrellas, and everything.

Of course, these are definitely not comparable to the big shots in Arasaka.

Large tracts of overseas land are planted with plants all over the mountains and plains, and there are purification and synthesis factories one after another in the fields.

Such a market is too big, and he knows his own weight.

but……

If possible, if possible, he also wants to try, like those well-known big drug lords, leaving a strong mark in history.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A phone call brought him back from his dream.

Not a good news, but a phone call.

This made him a little disappointed.

It was the person in charge of Shining Factory who called him.

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

Jian Zhizhuo also picked up.

He didn't want to hear bad news.

Because now he just wants to concentrate on dealing with this little bastard who doesn't want his head.

"Boss, Boss - I, our workshop, nope -"

The voice from the phone was full of heart-piercing cries.

The voice was hoarse, with a tearing taste.

Kenji Takuya's eyelids jumped uncontrollably.

He blinked his eyes and asked calmly.

"what happened!?"

"I don't know, it suddenly exploded inside...Many brothers didn't escape..."

The voices of his subordinates were full of panic and bewilderment.

It was like a Fan Juren who had been stunned by a big ear blower.

How, how is it possible! ?

Jianji Zhuo was so shocked that he stood up and fell suddenly, leaning weakly on the sofa.

……

at the same time.

All the cars on the street were screaming.

The glass in the last few rooms is all broken, and there are sporadic passers-by who are crying for their parents and mothers, fleeing frantically.

The lights of the nearby residential buildings turned on one after another, but few dared to open the windows, but were all peeking at the scene below from the cracks.

Night City, Watson District, Little Chinatown, Rovinj Street, Lane 28.

Smoke and flames were pouring free from a gate deep in the alley.

The rolling door has been deformed and hangs on the wall.

Five or six Tiger Claws were standing helplessly on the street, distraught and disheveled——

Their shiny workshop exploded.

Just like when they started doing the first outrageous thing, their own mother exploded enthusiastically and brilliantly.

"Tattoo..."

Footsteps came from the alley.

They subconsciously drew their guns and pointed at the comer.

They forgot to even pull the trigger when they saw the target clearly.

"Storm, violent terrorist plane, mobile team..."

"Give up your weapons, surrender immediately, and let me see your raised hands!"

On the other side, the police from the Anti-Narcotics Division also filed in from the back alley and aimed at their backs.

The number of people is crushed, the weapons are crushed, and the combat power is crushed. There is no chance of winning.

"boom!"

Luo Qi raised his hand, and a tiger claw gang fell to the ground, and fell to the ground.

The part of the left leg below the knee flew to the trash can across the alley.

"Hmph, ah, ah, ah——"

Therefore, the remaining people immediately chose to surrender.

"Cuff away."

Patrick stepped forward with a gun and kicked their weapons away.

Several anti-narcotics police put away their pistols, took out their handcuffs, punched and kicked them, and handcuffed them firmly behind their backs.

As for the guy on the ground who is missing half a leg, someone will rescue him.

"Well~ I understand the reason for using Lexington."

Rocky looked at his storm and slipped it back into his pocket.

The caliber of this thing is too large, and it will cause fatal injuries and permanent disabilities at every turn.

But, it is better for the enemy to be unlucky than to be unlucky.

"Nice job, thank you."

Patrick came up, patted Rocky on the shoulder, and stood parallel to him, watching the heavily armed firefighters rush in to put out the fire.

There are all kinds of chemicals in it, and no one knows what kind of mess will be produced.

So everyone is dressed like a biochemical soldier.