Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

"Okay, I think the interview between us should end here, I wish you a happy life, goodbye."

The female reporter and her cameraman were left on the side of the road before the NCPD police car sped away.

But their equipment disappeared along with it.

"What should we do now?"

The photographer said helplessly.

"Anyway, there's nothing in it, I've expected it a long time ago."

The female reporter said very calmly, "Let's go, go back and write the manuscript."

As she spoke, she took off a small buckle from the side of the bra in her suit.

"But at least we didn't get nothing."

She smiled slightly at the tiny green light indicating normal operation.

……

"The NCPD police officer threatened the reporter, fearing that he would have ulterior motives with the editor of Heichaomeng?"

Looking at the news headlines on the screen, a security guard with a gun hanging outside the door smiled.

"Look, let me just say, NCPD notes are all dirty, none of them are clean."

The other guy next to him had that "I knew it" look, all smug.

"If they can change it, then they've really seen hell. Dogs can't change it and eat shit, let me tell you."

"Hush... Keep your voice down, didn't you just go in with two people in uniforms."

The guy who was watching the news quickly elbowed him.

In the past two days, the gossip about Night City has gone crazy, and there is something different to watch every day, which is simply good news for their jobs that are too busy to be moldy.

In the bar, there are people of all kinds, with their ears open, and after a day of watching the scene, they can listen to all kinds of nonsense.

If anyone in Night City is well-informed, they must be the ones who deal with the flow of people every day.

NCPD said no, is there really no?

It doesn't matter what they say, what matters is what kind of attitude they express.

And the speech now shows that there is no doubt that it is a NCPD without confidence.

With Jimmy Kurosaki's business operating in Night City for so long, it is impossible for the NCPD, as a law enforcement agency, to not be aware of it.

Whether it is dereliction of duty or connivance, they have to ask themselves.

"Tch—a dog thing."

The other guy obviously couldn't control his emotions.

Although everyone can come to entertainment venues, they are also divided into welcome guests and unwelcome guests.

Not all gangsters are heinous villains.

What they have is to come in and earn a hard-earned money to support their families, such as wives, children or parents, as a pillar.

There is no special skill, and there is no good employment environment. Most people either go to work with no technical content. If they want to earn more, they have to pay something.

Such as high risk.

If it is worse, if it is a little more risky, it will be mixed into pornography, gambling and drugs.

The higher the degree of danger, the more important the ability is, and some businesses require some trust and relationship to enter, then it will be terrible.

Different from ordinary gunmen who are watching the scene, those who lick blood on the knife edge are actually not in the same way.

There is a saying well.

There can be no pure villains in the world, no matter how devoid of conscience, there will always be some remnants of humanity.

But those individual black super dreams are really disgusting.

Now that even law enforcement officers like NCPD may be involved, how can this not make people feel extremely disappointed in Night City?

"Pooh."

A mouthful of saliva was spat on the ground next to him.

They chatted for a while, and just about to start a new topic, they heard the sound of glass being broken from inside the room.

"what's up?!"

It was like a rabbit had encountered a natural enemy. They held up their guns and rushed in aggressively.

If there is any trouble, they will always put on this posture, not necessarily to shoot, but to let most of the small troubles and skirmishes, for a while, in the head of the person concerned, weigh it.

Most of the time, big things are turned into small things, and small things are turned into small things.

After all, there are not many people who have the courage to pick things up on a site with a bunch of guys in their hands.

However, this time things don't seem to be that simple.

"Well--"

"Damn, is this still alive?"

"Look, there's a lot of blood..."

There was a buzz of discussion, and the voices of the onlookers were low and full of fear and curiosity.

In the center surrounded by groups, they saw two policemen lying on the bar.

They walked very peacefully, as if they had fallen asleep on the table.

Of course, if you don't look at the pool of blood that has already stained the countertop and the ground red.

"died……"

The bartender behind the bar was a little timid, stretched out two fingers, and felt for the still warm pulse.

No finger touches.

Indeed, it was consistent with the results of the scan, and the person had lost his heartbeat.

The temperature is dropping, and before long it will be two cold corpses.

"Who did it?!"

One of the shooters jerked his gun up and yelled.

He looked around for suspicious people, and the other customers who were caught by him just raised their hands in horror and stepped back, waving their hands again and again to show that they had nothing to do with this matter.

The door has been closed, and everyone present is subject to interrogation.

They don't want trouble—

The NCPD's note died on his own territory, and if he didn't handle it well, he might not be able to deal with it the next day.

The boss had to skin them.

"Quick! Watch the monitor."

The other gunman reacted quickly and waved his hand to call the security guard behind to retrieve the video at that time.

But soon, a worse situation appeared.

"The camera is blacked out, and there is no one left."

In front of the computer in the monitoring room at the back, they found with ugly faces that all the cameras had been shut down half an hour before the incident happened.

What has been played is the same period of the previous day.

There is no record left today at all.

The news that the NCPD officer died in his own territory quickly spread to the boss.

With the sound of engines and tires, more and more people arrived and surrounded the place tightly.

Everyone knows this is no accident.

It could be an accident that two people died bloody in the same place together?

"Boss, you need to see this."

A horse boy walked over with a bad face.

"what is this?"

The old sunglasses were no longer on, and he pulled them off forcefully, looking over with a straight face and frowning.

Those were two sheets of white plain printing paper.

But one corner has been stained red with blood.

On it, simple content is recorded in standard typography.

[Death?? Ultimatum

Corey Aldwin, NCPD trooper

Crimes: fabricating evidence, embezzling property, smuggling police equipment, illegally possessing drugs, extorting confessions from innocent people by torture, forcing prisoners to film Black Chaomeng, resulting in many deaths]

At the end of the blank space on the paper, a god of death wrapped in a black cloak was printed, with a balance on his chest.

And a scarlet fingerprint was pressed in the center of this piece of paper.

"This, this is blood..."

He wiped the edge with his finger, leaving a mark that had begun to turn from red to black.

It can be seen that when this fingerprint is pressed, it is a little too much, so that it looks like the entire fingerprint is radial.

The thin spots had begun to change color, and the thick spots hadn't even dried.

He checked the corpse's fingers, and sure enough, they were also covered in blood.

Both of these guys had their throats cut silently, and they were bled to death alive.

but……

how did you do that?

"You, yes, it's you."

From being overwhelmed to a confused boss, he stopped the bartender, "Were you there at the time? Made wine for them?"

"...Yes, it's me."

The bartender shrank his neck, feeling that he was in dire straits.

"The necks of these two big living people were wiped, and you didn't see it at all?!"

Hearing this affirmative statement, the boss cursed angrily.

"When they drink too much, they lie down, who knows...just..."

The bartender also felt innocent.

There are a lot of customers today, and he has no time to take care of everyone at the same time, so there must be a priority in processing orders.

But just turning around like this, will the two living beings die? !

how did you do that?

It's off the charts!

And what's even weirder is that the people present, even the guests sitting next to them, didn't see any strange people approaching them.

According to the drinker, the two of them were not in a good mood, and in addition to the frequent scandals at the NCPD recently, no one had a chat with them.

The two of them just sat there drinking stuffy drinks.

"...Hey, forget it."

The boss stayed there for a long time, and finally all the emotions turned into a weak sigh.

He has been in Night City for so long, and there are more than ten or twenty people under his command, so he is nothing small.

But what he saw and heard today still made his scalp tingle.

This is……

The god of death has come to accept people?