Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

Emmerich taught Rocky a little more.

But Luo Qi seemed to be down, turning a deaf ear to his words, as long as his eyes kept moving.

"I remember!"

He slapped his thigh sharply.

When a group of them rushed into Genting, they had heard this name from the chatting of two sex puppets backstage.

A female politician named Xiazi lost her daughter named Lizi, and the murderer was the Tiger Claw Gang who loved her very much, Yoshikawano.

Luo Qi made a memo at that time, but as the old PDA was completely handed over to Rogge, the information recorded on it was also forgotten by him: "Any other requirements?"

"As soon as possible, regardless of life or death, and she wants a reason." Emmerich relayed.

"Reason? What reason? The reason why Yoshikawano killed people at that time?" Luo Qi smiled, "Then don't I have to be a guest interrogator?"

Emmerich confirmed Luo Qi's statement with a nod.

"Speaking of which, the Tiger Claw Gang is Westbrook's gang. Instead of looking for Wakako, come to us mercenaries?"

Even people from the government or companies will inevitably find mercenaries to complete some tasks that they cannot or are inconvenient to complete.

Of course, sometimes they are more inclined to collude with gangsters - the cost is low, and there is no need to be responsible. After the incident is revealed, they only need to shake their hands and clean it up, and people will only focus on these culprits Branch outlaws.

Westbrook is dominated by the Tiger Claws and Morx Gangs, while Watson is dominated by the Maelstrom Gang.

In the invisible contest of the underground world, Watson District, where the afterlife is located, is superior, which is one of the reasons why the heart of the city is in Little Chinatown instead of Japantown.

No one insists on competing, but if there are many peers, competition is inevitable.

"The next life is the best." Emmerich said, "And that old woman is very shrewd. Without real interests and guarantees, she will not easily contact politicians."

Being able to become the "hostess" of Westbrook, Okada Wakako's thoughts and efforts must not be summed up in a few words.In addition, the biggest feature that distinguishes her from other intermediaries is not cruelty or majesty, but shrewdness.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Don't look at He Gezi's aging appearance all day long, how many more years she can live, the mercenaries who deal with her have no foundation, not to mention that she has already killed countless enemies - in the night If Zhicheng can live to her seventies and eighties, the city hall should award her a "Life Miracle" medal.

Leaving the afterlife and welcoming the sun again, there is an illusion of traveling between two worlds.

Rocky and Mowell were walking down the street, discussing how to dig this guy out.

The detailed information of Yoshikawano is in the document packaged and sent by the customer.

The photo looks like a young man dressed like that, with the standard expression of a gangster who has been on the streets all year round-slightly tense, but not stiff, with sharp eyes, raised eyebrows, and a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. The disdain and arrogance that play a beneficial role, every pixel is announcing the message "I'm not easy to mess with" to others.

The client is Natsuko Aso, the deputy director of the "Bureau of Health and Human Services" in Night City.

Although it is listed among many bureau chiefs, the presence of this department in Night City is pitifully low—it is not as rich as the Finance Bureau and the Commerce Bureau, and even the companies' marionettes, Night City Not as good as the city police department.

The news about this department that appeared in Luo Qi's vision recently is that they are planning to use nerve gas to disinfect the sewers in Watson District to solve the homeless problem that plagues nearby residents.

For some reason, a strange picture of pouring boiling water into a rat's nest appeared in Luo Qi's head.

Hygiene and public services, Night City's hygienic conditions are extremely poor, and it will not provide services to the public who have no money. The meaning of existence is more in form than in substance.

Perhaps because of being in such a marginal department, Natsuko Aso was not capable enough to personally find the murderer who killed her daughter, so after going through many ways, the commission fell into Luo Qi's hands.

In the past, in military technology, relying on advanced cyber equipment, Mowell could always lock on the target quickly, but obviously this method is not suitable for the present.

But her keen perception and sense of smell have not degraded, this is an instinct engraved in her bones.

"The movement of the rats in the sewer, only the rats know."

Mowell circled off a large area from Watson to Westbrook, where the Tiger Claws operate.Under the collusion with the Arasaka Corporation, this lawless gang has a tendency to become the leader of the "industry", constantly occupying other people's space.

"You mean, ask them one by one?"

Luo Qi looked at the size of this large area and was a little embarrassed.

He knew that Mowell's so-called interrogation was mostly a way of picking up the den and stepping on the other person's head.

But this range is too big!

"Those little guys don't have any brains in their heads, so we go straight to those who are well-informed." Mowell analyzed, "Black market dealers, prosthetic doctors, middlemen, mercenaries who run jobs... as long as this Yoshikawa Not invisible, then someone must have seen him."

"Coercion and lure, listen to all directions." Luo Qi smiled slowly, "Someone will sell him, it's all about the amount of money."

"This Yoshikawa was a frequent visitor to the Genting Club before, so it means that he probably lives near Japan Street. Even if he escapes now, there must be a lot of people who know him here."

Luo Qi made up his mind and patted the PDA.

It's decided, start searching for clues from here!

Chapter 59 Have you heard?something happened in japanese street

A Tiger Claw gang-infested section of Japan Street.

"Ballen, where's your goods? Why is there so little today?"

A Tiger Claw thug in a red jacket was leaning against the wall, looking at the small package handed over by the other party, shaking it, looking at the fineness of the inside, and said dissatisfied.

"I got it from those little cubs who ate the hearts of bears and leopards. The boss hasn't given you the amount today, so why are you in a hurry?" Another man in a black vest with colorful tattoos of the Tiger Claw Gang all over his body The gangster said indifferently.

"Then hurry up, look at what time it is now, and you have to go to the market at night, if you can't buy today's quantity, don't sleep tonight...Huh?"

The tiger claw gang in the jacket was attracted by the two people who walked in from the corner. Years of experience in the streets made him feel that the other party was by no means a good person.

"Hello, both of you."

Luo Qi put his hands in his trouser pockets, followed by Mowell, talking and laughing happily.

It was another ordinary afternoon in Night City.

But for these Tiger Claws, this seems to be an unpleasant moment.

"Are you here to buy good materials? Not yet, it will be later."

The other tiger claw gang replied casually, then turned around, saw the image of the comer, and his expression froze for a moment.

A full set of military-grade prosthetic bodies, and even some high-end prosthetics that he has never seen before.

He has only seen such specifications in some terrorist mobile teams or company special forces.

It's not that ordinary gangsters can't do it, but they keep piling up implants without the conditions for in-depth transformation. The final result can only be sent to hell by poor quality control and quality.

How could such a person come to the street to buy from them?

To suffer!

The moment this idea appeared in his head, his eyes went black with a bang, and he was pressed to death against the wall.

"Have you seen this person?" Luo Qi took out a PDA, and a life photo was displayed on the screen.

It was a Tiger Claw gang. Although he wasn't wearing a gang costume, the tattoo on his neck and the familiar aura allowed him to identify the opponent immediately.

"He, he, he is from our Tiger Claw Gang..." the gangster said hastily, while smiling at him with a hard-pressed smile.

"But you don't know him." Luo Qi looked into his eyes for two seconds and sighed helplessly.

"boom!"

At the moment when the Tiger Claw Gang thought they were saved, Luo Qi flew up and kicked back from the height, kicking his head, and his whole body was like a salted fish thrown out, smashed into the garbage pile.

Over there, Mowell also twisted the neck of another tiger claw gang with one hand, and shook his head lightly.

They walked out of the alley with red walls and blue mirrors, and the whistling sound of passing cars rushed towards them again.

"Come on, let's go to the next place."

Luo Qi crossed out a line of words on the memo, and looked at the next line of records.

……

10 minutes later, a Japanese street barbecue stall.

Behind the partition on the corner, here is the shelter of the tall buildings, and the chances of finding the Tiger Claws are higher here than the probability of finding spray paint and garbage.

A few Tiger Claws were chatting around their locomotive, standing and sitting differently.

"Guys, do you have something to sell?" Luo Qi swiped his PDA and sent the photo of Yoshikawa to the other party a short distance away, "Here is a small bag, the fifty-gram kind, and, there are Have you seen this person? Let me find it easily."

The Tiger Claws looked at each other, looked at Luo Qi in clothes, hesitated for a moment, took out an iron box, and took out a small bag from it.

"It's only ten grams, how many packs do you want?"

"Of course it's five packs." Luo Qi took out the chip and wanted to pay.

"Brother, the clothes are of good taste. Which store sells ronin clothes?" A tiger claw gang smiled, looked at Luo Qi and nodded.

"This is a short Hanfu, not a ronin suit." Luo Qi put his arms around his sleeves and straightened the samurai sword at his waist. "Have you seen this man? I have something to do with him."

"Well, I have the impression..." The Tiger Claw Gang sitting on the locomotive, who was too lazy to move, recalled. "He is indeed in this area, but we are not a boss. Maybe you can go to the west to ask."

"Where are you from? I haven't seen you before."

Luo Qi smiled casually when he heard this, and waved his hands: "Little Chinatown, it was bombed by the Arasaka, and I'm looking for a place to live recently."

"Arasaka? My friend, you dare to mess with the company, aren't you afraid of their killers?" Another worried-looking Tiger Claw Gang's eyes lit up, and he quickly answered.

"Instead of worrying about Arasaka, it's better to look under your feet."

A smug smile curled up on the corner of Luo Qi's mouth, and when he said this, he silently stepped back a few meters.

The Tiger Claw Gang lowered their heads to check after hearing the words, and only saw water and garbage all over the place, so there was nothing there.

But suddenly a smooth black cylinder flew over from the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

"Zi la zi la chi chi chi—"

The thing unfolded in mid-air, began to roll rapidly, and actually floated in the air.Then dozens of scorching lasers burst out from it, bouncing like a cosmic ball light in a disco.

The Tiger Claws were cut to pieces like butter with a hot knife, riddled with holes, fell to the ground and screamed, then lost their voice in an instant.

"Oh, this thing is really powerful."

Luo Qi imagined the scene of being hit, and shivered, shuddering.

This is one of the arms he bought from the black market. With Rogge and Regina's relationship and channels, he bought these things very cheaply - some are even unreleased goods in the middleman's warehouse.

Mowell whistled happily, and when Luo Qi looked at her, he returned to his calm and composed appearance, except that his cheeks were a little rosy.

……

A simple auto repair shop on the street in Little Chinatown.

"Hey, have you heard? Something happened in Japan Street." A Tiger Claw Gang put down the tools in his hand and said mysteriously to the accomplices around him.

"What's the matter? Let's hear it."

His accomplice and colleague, spray gun in hand, was touching up the scratched Tiger Claw sports car.

"Today we lost a lot of brothers, everywhere, but neither seeking revenge nor fighting." The Tiger Claw Gang tugged at the hem of his clothes to wipe off the dust, "Someone is looking for trouble for us. "

"What kind of trouble is this...Maybe it's another madman from another company."

The painted tiger claw gang squatted down and continued to work, "Isn't that the case last time, what was that called... I can't remember, but I killed his wife and children. I didn't expect that the other party belonged to the company. My own brood was all killed by his mother."

"But this is not a place. I heard that only five or six were found, and more than a dozen people died!"

Seeing that the news they spread had no effect, the Tiger Claw Gang increased the volume and emphasized.

But another Tiger Claw came up behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him aside.

"Rang Rang, it's blocking the way." He squatted down, "That means maybe we can't find the enemy and get angry everywhere. In a few days, we will probably send mercenaries to work. Besides, we didn't kill them." , I'm afraid of a bird. Whether that's the case is another story."

Those who work in this line of work, or in other words, those who work on the road, work with their heads tied to their trouser belts.

Since making such a decision, one must be psychologically prepared to be killed at any time.

"Do you want to repair the locomotive? How many more do I have to wait? Can you mention it tonight?" A voice came from outside the door.

"Fix what?"

The Tiger Claw Gang stood up, the gang cultural shirt on his chest was still stained with engine oil.

"Small bumps, I'm in a hurry to go out on a date."

"It's [-]% more urgent. If you don't rush, come and pick it up at noon tomorrow." The Tiger Claw Gang came over, holding a tool pliers in their hands, looked at the man in front of them, and then looked outside the gate, "Where is your car?" ?”

"On the way, my friend is driving."

Luo Qi nodded at him, smiled politely, went inside, and looked around casually.