Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

The policeman next to him didn't have any troubles on his face, and his tone was very calm. It was obvious that he was not surprised by this situation.

This feeling seems... a little familiar?

Luo Qi turned his head, shrank back slightly, and then pulled away the faces that were almost stuck together, so that he could see her expression clearly.

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That was the look that hung on Mowell's face the longest.

Even when he shoots someone's brains on the wall, he looks like this.

"That's from the Terrorist Mobile Squad."

Luo Qi licked his lips, and Mowell had already handed the opened soda to his mouth, and said lightly.

"You said, it's from the Terrorist Mobile Squad?"

He took the jar, took a sip, and set it by the bowl.

Aren't the terrorist mobile team a group of perverts who like to fight ten perverts?

Wearing external prosthetic eyes like a Juggernaut, holding ridiculously expensive technical charging or large-caliber kinetic energy weapons, crushing all kinds of threats to death in the corner like stepping on cockroaches.

If the enemies arriving by the violent terrorist mobile team are like fruits waiting to be chopped, then the scene after they leave is like a fruit salad—anyway, no piece is complete.

The two, dressed in NCPD uniforms and heavy bulletproof vests, look more like elite units of the regular police force.

"This is an ordinary member of the violent terrorist mobile team. It is not the main combat force. It is generally responsible for the investigation, aftermath, and maintenance of the incident."

"Oh, I see."

Luo Qi showed a suddenly realized expression, and learned something new.

Before that, he really didn't know much about this mysterious army with one of the highest combat effectiveness in Night City.

But Mowell, as a special force of military technology, definitely knows a lot of information.

It's really interesting that the minimum combat effectiveness of the emotional violence and terror mobile team is equal to the advanced combat effectiveness of the NCPD regular police force.

"Better listen to your friends? No! Who doesn't know your tricks! You hate us, don't you? I'm right."

The man was still making a cynical voice, staring at his round eyeballs, with a ferocious face, expressing his thoughts unabashedly.

"Hate you?" The policeman smiled half-smile, "Son, who the hell cares about two piles of shit?"

"Those two policemen have a good temper, otherwise he would have broken at least a few bones."

Mowell took a sip of the pasta, which was covered in a nice sauce.

"That's right, Night City... After all, there are still a few capable policemen."

Luo Qi watched the police record and turned around, walked back into the car without any fluctuation, and closed the door.

"Working hard, only to find that the justice I swore to protect wasn't even bullshit."

"Is that right?"

He looked at Mowell, who had the sauce on his lips. The latter had already eaten a large bowl of noodles at the speed of light, and was wiping his mouth with a facial tissue embarrassingly.

Luo Qi looked at his bowl again, there was still half of it.

"Insufficient funds, insufficient equipment, insufficient personnel, NCPD does not have the money of the company, and has to support a violent terrorist mobile team."

"Occupied by the company, internally corrupted, not firm in conviction, that's it, justice is half-dead."

Mowell told what he knew about the status quo.

Still, some officers are idealistic and dedicated to protecting ordinary citizens from total chaos in the urban jungle.

For them, the police badge still has meaning in this city, and guns are still a tool used to protect citizens and serve the city.When encountering such a fanatical believer, most gangsters would kneel down and put their heads in their hands.Anyone who refused to cooperate was almost certain to be shot.

So when people encounter problems, they still choose to call this law enforcement agency that is not pure and firm.

Because of the bullets fired from the barrel, and the last lingering warmth of fading justice.

"But there is at least one piece of good news—not all of the violent terrorist squad are the kind of perverted guys."

Luo Qi stuffed the food in one breath, squeezed the soda, covered his mouth and burped.

Eat too fast.

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Mowell shot him a questioning look.

"That night at the Cyan Bi Mansion, the Terrorist Mobile Squad came over and I had a fight with a crazy woman."

Luo Qi still narrated the situation of that night in a somewhat fuzzy manner.

"Do you have any impression of the exoskeleton mecha equipped with thermal cannons and no armor in military technology?"

She nodded, explaining that it was an old model of mecha with a lot of service.

"The explosion of that thing's energy battery only caused her a slight injury. I fought with her mantis knife with a katana for a long time and lost."

"Are you hurt?"

Mowell frowned.

"Uh, little injury, she even threw me a medicine."

Luo Qi shook his head, not understanding the meaning of the man from the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

"Do you think this is the kind of fateful confrontation? Some people seek defeat alone, but I can win with her... Forget it, let's stop bragging."

Halfway through, even Luo Qi felt embarrassed and laughed.

"It is indeed possible, you never know what the lunatics of the violent terrorist mobile team are thinking about every day." Mowell did not deny this speculation, "I heard that it is all recruited cyber psychopaths, but I It may not be all of them, but the proportion is not small.”

She is not the intelligence department of military technology, so her understanding of the situation is limited to this.

As a super-elite converted soldier selected from thousands or even thousands of miles, Mowell can blow up a street at any time and insert the enemy's head into the wall.But people as powerful as her are not rare in the cruel and primitive "battlefield" of Night City.

For example, this big boy who is inexplicably and ridiculously strong beside him.

There is also that kind of female lunatic in the violent terrorist mobile team that is even more outrageous than outrageous.

It makes sense that she's just a lieutenant in special forces, not a lieutenant colonel.

The idea of ​​wanting to become stronger was quietly planted in her heart without knowing when, and it took root and sprouted.

Mowell also felt guilty about leaving without authorization that night.

She thought it was a good time - no one paid attention to her, it was a night of dark moon and high wind, and the whole city's attention was attracted by what happened in Arasaka, and the work of the Konbi Building was over, so everyone could have a good time rest.

But in case something happened to Luo Qi...

She didn't think about whether she could defeat an enemy that even Luo Qi couldn't deal with, she just felt afraid.

"However, there is a good saying - what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger."

Luo Qi had an optimistic smile on his face, but he didn't notice that the soda can in Mowell's hand had been crushed into flakes.

"Let's go, go to the next life to order two drinks, and get down to business by the way."

"No, sit down a little longer."

Mowell hooked his arms involuntarily, his face was hidden in the long black hair, only a hint of pink on his cheeks was faintly visible.

"Okay, then sit down for a while."

Luo Qi froze for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth, and watched the evening WNS news with the girl.

Although the screen was mostly exaggerated and noisy advertisements, the sound of car horns was not a great accompaniment.

But the taste of the wind is sweet and really lovely.

Chapter 43 Johnny's silver hand is in my hand!

On the south side of the sea in Little Chinatown, behind the row upon row of high-rise buildings is the Lai Sheng nightclub hidden in the streets and alleys.

The decoration looks no different from those places where you can drink and have fun.

But here, it is not a place that ordinary people can enter.

Fifty years ago, the most powerful mercenaries and middlemen in All Night City gathered in the Atlantis Club.

50 years later, here it is.

There are a large number of people of various religions and nine streams gathered here, who hang around outside, but there are not many people who are qualified to enter.

"Afterlife Nightclub, to be honest, I've never been here before."

Rocky and Mowell went down the stairs, past the beggars huddled in corners, and into the inner passage.

Here, it is far more spacious and more real than it looks in the game.

At the beginning, Dexter and T-Bug were waiting in the box for V and the others to discuss the matter of the Cyan Bi Building, and they set off when they were ready.

But Luo Qi was busy bringing Mowell from the old Vina.

So neither of them had ever stepped into this so-called "mercenary holy land".

In this kind of place, if you open your ears and scan casually, you will hear more information than places like Yunding.

"What should we say now? Shall we call it reinforcements? Open a few ladles and drag the corpse in?" In the corner next to it, two people wearing NCPD bulletproof vests and uniforms were chatting.

"I told you buddy. The next life is a place to talk about reputation. Whoever has a strong brand has the final say. The police are nothing here." Another note continued, "Now they won't let us in, hard bones are not easy to chew ,forget it."

"Interesting, it's really fucking interesting." The policeman laughed angrily, "Rogge thinks she can cover the sky with one hand?"

"Hey brother—keep down! Be careful she heard the gun and smashed your ass, don't hurt me if you die."

Not far from them, a burly man with a cold face folded his hands in front of him, blocking the door.

In this place of the afterlife, there is no legal shackles, only the rules of the Tao.

Anyone can come, but not necessarily get in.

You can say anything, just be careful not to offend people you can't afford.

So even the police who come to this place to handle the case can stand outside the core of this illegal place with a careless heart.

It is a very strange phenomenon. It seems that there are all kinds of forces from all over the world, but they have formed an ingenious balance in this place.

This is not a battlefield, but the core platform of the underground world.

"stop."

Luo Qi, who was talking and laughing, was walking forward when he was stopped by the big mercenary.

"You can't go in."

"whispering sound……"

There was the murmur of jeering from the street punks—another smug guy.

Where does he think the next life is?Want to find a sense of presence in front of Ma Zi?

"I'm looking for Roger, is she there?"

Luo Qi explained his purpose.

"Rogge? Haha... Does this kid think this is an amusement park?"

More people laughed.

It was as if he saw something so funny that he was half-dead with joy.

But there was only inexplicable helplessness left on Luo Qi's face.

"It's strange... Both V and Jack can get in, or do they need some kind of qualification certificate?"

he muttered gloomily, spreading his hands to Mowell.

This place is really interesting.

Thinking back to when we were playing games back then, V and Jack seemed to enter after reporting Dexter's name.

"Ah! I see." Luo Qi suddenly realized, and said to the bodyguard guarding the gate, "Dexter, I know him."

"Dexter? He's been dead for days, don't you know?"

A well-dressed guy next to him couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him.

Such a kid who doesn't understand anything, can actually deal with that fat black guy Dexter?