Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

If you put aside the hustle and bustle of the city, at this time, accompanied by soothing guitars and ballads, he only loves this lonely and lonely night and the poems belonging to the withered America.

At this time, Night City is not so much like a cannibalistic battlefield.

Luan Daohui, who was drunk, pulled his stinky boots, staggered every three steps, and paused every five steps. Looking at the brightly lit scene in front of him, he squinted his eyes in a daze, but barely recognized his own car.

"Aha! BBQ! Ehe! Music!"

With his brain full of alcohol, he didn't even think about all the unreasonable things in front of him. Instead, he smiled happily and walked over with a "baa baa baa".

With a bang, he was knocked to the ground by a gun butt, and rushed to the street on the spot.

Jack raised his hand, V raised his leg, and dragged his body to a hidden corner.

This is the fourth Chaos Knife Society to come back, and it is also the fourth guy who is so drunk that he can't ask for any useful value at all.

Luo Qi and the others are not in the mood to pour hangover soup for them one by one, and then wait for them to recover from the hangover with a splitting headache after drinking fake wine.

"Don't be afraid, eat, we are not bad people."

Jack was holding a plate, which contained steaming hot food.Although it is not a high-end ingredient, for these poor people who can't eat two meals a day on average, it is no different from a delicacy on a jade plate.

His image has the properties of "a big man with a face full of flesh" and "a kind-faced Tie Hanhan", and he perfectly maintains these two styles at a delicate balance point.

When I first saw these kidnappers, who were more fragile than frightened quails, I almost didn't perform a "peaceful death" on the spot when I saw Jack with a stinky face holding a gun in both hands.

But now, this smiling, caring and gentle big man is almost becoming their angel.

At first it was scruples and hesitation, but after smelling the fragrance, it turned into gobbling.

Tears and snot mixed into the food in big drops and were eaten into the stomach, swallowing back the grievance and misery that was almost pouring out of the body, and turned it into a sobbing "thank you".

The starving child greedily sucks|sucks the dirty fingers stained with a little soup; the woman who has been abused hugs herself tightly and eats the food in her arms; The stubble-faced young man chewed slowly, cherishing this hard-won delicacy, and couldn't bear to swallow it in one gulp.

There was no scene of a person holding another person's body in pain in the container.

It's not because of luck, it's just because the dead will be thrown into the wilderness if they are stabbed a long time ago.

Luo Qi didn't go down to help, and didn't make a sound, just sat silently.

He used to think that he was used to the cruelty of this world, but later realized that if what he saw was not the tip of the iceberg, then why there were always endless tragic stories?

It's extremely easy to be insensitive to anything during the day, but it's another matter at night.

He hated this kind of nose-stinging scene--life and death or something was always inevitable, so it became more than usual.

There was a smoldering fire in his chest, and Luo Qi wanted to let it out and ignite the night sky.

"Rocky's Diary: Day N in Night City—fuck it."

Chapter 79 Don't Hurt Her, I Surrender

"Ta...tat..."

There was the sound of footsteps behind him, the crisp crash of boots on the concrete floor.

Luo Qi was taken aback for a moment, then sighed helplessly, without looking back.

"Why didn't you call me?"

It's my Mowell's voice.

Her voice is not as cold as others say, but without much emotion, it is simple and direct, never making any euphemisms.

But today, Luo Qi actually heard something indescribably complicated.

"...you should have your private life."

He thought for a while, and all the excuses disappeared, because he knew that Mowell was not the kind of girl who was easy to fool.

When talking to her, Luo Qi always had an inexplicable feeling that he became straightforward.

She once said that she hated falsehood and inauthenticity.

As luck would have it, Rocky hates that too.

So he told the truth.

"Do you think I'll be happy this way?" Mowell seemed to be asking him, as if he was asking himself, and sat quietly beside him, instead of looking at the night scene, he looked up and looked at Looking at Luo Qi's profile, "No."

"Huh... well, I know."

Luo Qi thought for a while, and cut off all the words that came to his lips.

"My dear little friend Suzi, just treat me as the mercenary boss and give you a holiday, right?"

"No, no, no need." Mowell began to throw up his own unique little temper, "I'm not a flower in a greenhouse."

As she spoke, she stared into Luo Qi's eyes: "You make me very... very sad."

Luo Qi turned his head and returned his gaze without avoiding it.

Under the night, her profile and hair are bright and moving in the interweaving of light and dark.

He and her are not a simple cooperative relationship, but they haven't made up their minds yet, but as long as their eyes are exchanged, the frequency of pupil fluctuations will silently betray their secrets.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm very sorry, I'm sorry, here, Comrade Luo Qi would like to extend his sincerest apologies and best wishes to Comrade Suzi Mowell."

"ton ton ton ton..."

Luo Qi picked up the happy water in his hand, put it in front of her, then touched it with the bottle in his hand, and poured half of the bottle with his head up.

Lowering her head, Suzi was completely unfazed by his witticism, like those strong people with "200% resistance to cold jokes".

"ton ton ton ton..."

She took the bottle in Luo Qi's hand, and there was still some warmth from his palm on it, as well as wet water droplets and cold glass.

"Forgive me?"

Luo Qi asked tentatively, moving his face closer.

"No."

Suzi answered bluntly, and then showed an unhappy pout, but it disappeared quickly, making Luo Qi think he was dazzled for a while.

How can it be repaired!so cute!

Wouldn't it be nice to kill a few random knives at such a good time to add to the fun?

Of course, the main reason was that these bastards actually interrupted his finally happy mood.

The people who were kidnapped by the Chaos Knife Society have already been taken away by the driver sent by the priest.

In Night City, saving these people is more than simply opening the car door and announcing, "You are free."

That's the bullshit part of a hero story.

Letting them fend for themselves without connections and experience is no less than releasing these headless flies without the ability to "survive in the wild" into the forest - it is a dead end.

The priest made a promise, as long as they do some work for him in their own way free of charge, he will provide them with some basic guarantees.

This may sound very different from those who do charity.

But in Night City, it was already a great kindness to not transfer them.

The priest is a middleman who opens the enemy's ancestral hall. Does anyone open a charitable hall?

As a matter of course, there is such a big truck missing in the parking lot, and there are no other people in sight, so Luan Dao would be blind.Even though he was drunk, he still felt that something was wrong.

"Fuck it!"

Luo Qi didn't even say hello, just flew over, and directly shot down the Chaos Daohui who was walking in front of him head-on.

Under the night, the fiery muzzle flames are like blooming stars, tearing the quiet night into a battlefield.

"BOOM—!!!"

The off-road vehicle of the Chaos Knife Club rushed out of the side door with a "boom boom boom boom boom" and exploded among the crowd of people trying to get in, knocking and blasting away a few unlucky ghosts.

Whenever this time, Luo Qi would lament the power of hacking technology.

Bombing mines were buried on the ground, scaring off the reckless Knife Club time and time again. The road leading to the black market is a fire zone made of inflammable materials and gasoline, and the rusty billboards and vending machines are frantic. It started to flicker and scream, and the scene was so lively.

risk?

No one cares about this kind of stuff.

It's hard for Luo Qi and the others to remain indifferent when they see what Luan Dao will do, because they are not heartless.

Most importantly, the support of the priest is awesome.

On roofs, behind windows, in bunkers...

Behind every opening where the situation cannot be seen clearly, several gunshots may emerge at any time, and then beat the Sixth Street Gang who rushed to them into a sieve.

If the priest knew that his opponent was beaten into shit tonight and was severely punished, he would recite prayers happily to "pray" for the enemy.

The flames shot up into the sky, and the gunshots continued.

Even people who were a few kilometers away were startled, looking at the faintly visible flames in the distance and the indistinct black smoke in the sky in shock.

Night City tonight is not peaceful.

To be precise, every night has never passed, but today, it is extraordinarily chaotic.

Heywood, more than ten kilometers away, was also caught in another riot at this time.

The Scavengers and Chaos Knife Club who were on the scene for the first time were fighting each other, the Valentino Gang who was involved inexplicably, and the Uzumaki Gang and Tiger Claw Gang who took advantage of the fire.

The NCPD was devastated when they arrived at the scene because they didn't know what happened tonight.

Not only in the south of the city, fierce gang fights broke out in Taipingzhou and Santo Domingo, but also such a vicious gun battle broke out in the city, the scale of which was unheard of.

Therefore, the business-savvy cops chose to avoid the limelight.

This...the traffic at the scene...isn't ideal...and this...the situation at the time...it was chaotic...the police force was not always sufficient...so it took 24 or 48 hours to arrive at the scene at night... It is also very normal!

This is the logic of NCPD.

It's their style not to act rashly in the face of large-scale emergencies.

In case of bumping into the fathers of the company who are doing big things, you have to swallow the loss yourself, and it is unavoidable to be caught with the first hammer.

Keep it safe, keep it safe, anyway, those who die are just insignificant civilians and poor people.

At this time, there is only such a department that will always appear on the scene at the first time.

Max-TAC, the terrorist mobile team.

"Hahahahaha - this stuff is too fun!"

Luo Qi yelled loudly, carrying quadruple rockets on his shoulders. In the deafening explosion, the passage on the left and the house were blasted into ruins, burying countless enemies.

As for accidentally injuring innocent people or something, that's pure nonsense.

There are all abandoned houses and factories, or the black city center. What kind of "innocent civilians" will live near here?A bombardment goes down and keeps the Sixth Street Gang, Voodoo Gang, or Animal Gang that can kill a dozen.

Dust shot up into the sky along the collapsed structure, and the earth trembled.

Just as he was about to load the ammunition and seal off the other passage, Mowell suddenly stopped him.

In the light-colored sky due to urban light pollution, a small airship flew in the distance.

He recognized this thing.

It's the Terrorist Mobile Squad!

"Damn it! It's so much fun!" Luo Qi scrambled to reload the bomb, and shouted with all his strength in the communication channel, "The violent mobile team is here!"

He picked up the launcher indiscriminately, without looking at it, and fired the rocket indiscriminately, then threw it on the ground, drew out his katana, and jumped down from the third floor.

"Pfft...crack!"

Hearing the wind just now, the enemy who raised his head was trampled on his shoulders and neck by a heavily falling figure, crushing his bones and killing him on the spot.

A violent wave of knife light cut another guy next to him in half with a gun.

"Get ready to retreat!!" Luo Qi shouted.

"Lucky! V! Get in the car!" Jack and Gustavo rushed into a bulletproof armored vehicle, started the engine violently, and shouted.

All the members of Valentino's gang turned around, no longer missed, and fled the scene quickly.

That's the Terrorist Mobile Squad!

No one is foolish enough to touch them face to face.