Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

From the unrelenting attack, Luo Qi read the eyes hidden under her external optical prosthetic eyes.

It is a desperate belief that anyone who dares to slack off will be buried here.

"Tear--!"

Luo Qi's clothes were punctured by the tip of the mantis knife, and then torn apart while moving at high speed.

As long as it deviates slightly to the side by one centimeter, it is a serious injury caused by a hot knife cutting butter.

But her right wrist has already been firmly grasped by Luo Qi.

"boom!!!!"

The left Praying Mantis Knife, halfway up, came to a standstill, and a loud noise that was so dull that one could think a car hit a wall exploded on the armor plate of her abdomen.

Luo Qi kicked up, kicked the ground with his left foot, twisted his waist, and smashed his right leg hard on her.

Everything happens in just an instant.

"Bang bang! — bang bang..."

Luo Qi flew upside down, smashed a pile of plastic tables and chairs, and fell to the ground.

And opposite.

A dark green Beetle parked on the side of the road was smashed to one side off the ground, the tires plowed on the ground, and "squeaked" and retreated two meters.

Luo Qi wins the melee fight round.

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Chapter 51 Madness, or Death?

"Call all the units. There was a serious murder on South Ellen Street. There seems to be a dangerous target at the scene. The coordinates are as follows..."

"Please note that the suspect is equipped with combat implants, all units are on alert immediately."

"The violent terrorist mobile team has entered the scene, and all police officers have evacuated immediately. Repeat, the violent terrorist mobile team has entered the scene, and all police officers have immediately evacuated."

"The suspect has fled, and now All Night City has issued a wanted order, and logistics personnel are being arranged to clean up the scene."

In the police frequency band of NCPD, messages and orders are like a torrential rain, continuously filling every second of space, and even causing congestion.

At the last moment, a company's data was damaged, and the information was leaked, and the network monitoring required immediate processing.The next moment, a certain gang started fighting again, affecting surrounding residents.

The distorted rustle of the radio echoed in the ears of every policeman rushing about in the streets and alleys.

Insufficient personnel, insufficient equipment, insufficient funds, and the difficulties and crimes faced are like endlessly proliferating cancers. It is no wonder that most of the NCPD police officers have lost confidence in this thankless job.

The atmosphere of indifference and corruption pervades the police department. Under the influence of pressure and the nature of their work, many officers respond with rough and aggressive methods when law enforcement on the streets.

Sometimes they even pray that the criminal who appears on the scene is a cyberpsychopath, so that they can logically hand over the task to the more rough and extreme violent terrorist mobile team.It's just that you must be quick enough when you evacuate the scene - this is not the first time that you have been accidentally injured.

But it's been a long time since such a tricky target came up.

Those who rushed into the shopping mall and pulled the trigger to kill others, those who strapped bombs into the church and took off directly, and those who filled the entire yard with landmines... All kinds of cyber psychoses are staged in Night City every day. "The last madness of life".

And Terror Squad can always find a way to fix a problem—just take care of the lunatic who caused the problem and call it a day.

But today is different.

The invincible female lunatic of the violent terrorist mobile team actually lost! ?

Although the lack of manpower caused the violent terrorist mobile team to be a team of two, according to the news returned from the scene, there were only two suspects, and the opponent they faced was Inspector Rory!

Her partner is Joseph Dredd, an apprentice of Max-Tac's Superintendent Master Yi.

Although he is a rookie, his strength has been recognized by everyone, including the boss of the first violent team, Superintendent Master Yi, otherwise he would not be accepted as an apprentice.

MAX-TAC (Maximum Force Tactical Division), the official name of the Maximum Force Tactical Division, the violent terrorist mobile team. Calling it Psycho Squads is an understatement, even if that's what they do.A group of soon-to-be cyberpsychos going to take down cyberpsychos—the scene is always so brutal, and for a reason.

However, it was such a combination of two powerful combat forces that lost?

The most unacceptable thing is that the opponent is just like the ancient school of "competition and competition, point to the end", knocking them back, and slipping away without any reluctance to fight.

Such a peaceful ending is simply an anecdote in the violent terrorist mobile team.

It began to rain at night, pattering.

There is not a lot of precipitation in this city, but it has never been able to wash away the filth of the tens of thousands of mansions.

Everyone's mood is not beautiful, except for those bastards who are still waiting to die in their posts and turn a blind eye.

The headquarters of the Terrorist Mobile Squad in the Civic Center.

This place is quite a distance from the NCPD building.

The explanation at the time was that, as a highly independent department, it should have its own space and place, so as to provide the intimate protection of the police to All Night City.Moreover, the land price in the third ring road of the company square is terribly expensive, which can be regarded as a kind of compromise.

However, everyone knows this is bullshit.

The real reason is fear of Max-Tac's strength.

Including many other big companies that can be named, such as Arasaka, Kangtao, military technology, biotechnology, petro petrochemical, etc., although they all have their own super-standard military security teams, they can't stand the lunatics of the violent mobile team Everyone counts as ten, except for the special forces who can pull out a few tricks to fight against them. Ordinary soldiers can only be chopped melons and vegetables in the face of them.

So you can see such absurd scene on the way from the magnificent company square to the headquarters of the terrorist mobile team.

High walls, sentry turrets, armored infantry...

Even NCPD doesn't like to see its own people very much.

In other words, in the eyes of these increasingly corrupt cops, the violent terrorist mobile team is no longer the same.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

It landed on the side of the road, on the roof, and on the shoulders of the returnees, exploded into small splashes, and then disappeared.

An armored vehicle that had just landed under the automatic guidance system quietly stopped at the No. 2 aircraft, and the rainwater slowly flowed down the bullet-scarred but still firm alloy surface.

It was manufactured by Zeta Technology, a heavy-duty armed floating vehicle specially designed for military operations - Manticore 4H, which has been in service for less than half a year.

The inspector walked ahead without saying a word, followed by a footman who looked listless like a soaked chicken.

The guard standing at the door trembled, stood at attention and saluted, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

From the main entrance of the building to the combat maintenance room, two rows of wet footprints were left behind.

Ordinary police officers who dared not speak out looked at each other in blank dismay.

Three meters away, there is a bright white light that drives the night away.

A man with a firm face was standing quietly in the middle of the corridor with his arms folded.

"Tattoo..."

The combat boots stepped on the floor tiles, and the interval between each stroke was almost exact, cold and hard.

She was fully armed and wore prosthetic eyes. She couldn't see any expression, like a gust of cold wind on a rainy night, blowing past him without even looking at him.

Only the footsteps that are gradually going away are left, walking farther and farther in the corridor.

"Boss... I'm sorry."

Joseph Dredd looked at the helpless master, holding the helmet in his hand, with remorse and self-blame written all over his face.

"Are you hurt?"

The man with his arms crossed turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor.

"The prosthetic body may have some stress damage, but no other major problems."

Joseph followed closely behind with his head bowed like a quail.

The door of the maintenance room was left open, leaving a small gap.

There was no "crackling" sound from inside as usual, nor the sound of "clicking" training materials being cut off continuously, it was a bit abnormally quiet.

She stood in front of her big cabinet, her helmet had been taken off, and her short, cold brown curly hair flickered as she packed things up.

Joseph looked at her, and then at his captain, a little at a loss.

The captain moved his head lightly, signaling him to pack his things, so Joseph slipped to the corner as if he had been pardoned.

He just looked at her like this, and she just cleaned up silently.He took off the deformed and shattered heavy armor, and threw it into the cabinet at random, making a muffled "bang", which shocked Joseph greatly.

Holding a pack of changing equipment in her hand, she turned around and looked at him without fear.

A pair of eyes that were as bright as amber but filled with a cold light.

Melissa Rory, Senior Inspector of the Night City Terrorist Mobile Squad, Vice Captain of the First Terrorist Team.

Seeing that she was about to rush out in such a silent manner again, he asked.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Melissa stopped in her tracks, gave him a cold look, and sat down on the row of chairs: "What are you talking about? How did I get defeated by a bastard? Or how did he run away without a trace?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

He also sat down on the opposite side slowly, and said in a voice so calm that there was no wave.

"What are those idiots from Ye's company talking about!? Or are those bedbugs in NCPD who just eat and do nothing!? Okay, tell them, if they have the ability to shoot me, shoot me with a gun Take the rubbish to the street."

A cruel sneer appeared on Melissa's face.

"Don't get excited, Comrade Rory." He smiled, but like a smiling tiger, "It seems that you are in a good mood."

"No need to put on a show here, Mr. Master Yi."

Melissa grabbed her bag and stood up, the fullness of her chest trembling slightly under the constraints of the combat tights.

"Aren't you just worried that I'll tear up those stupid clerks who come to talk to me again? Tell them to go away, and if you want to find an excuse to deduct military expenses, just say, don't come to bring bad luck to my mother!"

After speaking, she slammed on the door of the maintenance room.

In the spacious room full of equipment cabinets, the sound of doors being smashed echoed.

"..."

Joseph smiled wryly.

"Hurry up and go wash up too."

Captain Master was helpless, patted his thigh, and stood up.

Five minutes later, a refreshed Joseph walked into the office, sat down on the sofa, and yelled loudly.

Then he was choked back by Melissa's eyes.