Chapter 1046

"What are you thinking?" "Said the female officer of the terrorist mobile team.

"Are you asking me?"

"Yes, of course I'm asking you."

"When was your confession so lenient?"

"Personal problems, I'm a little curious about you. I've heard other people say that you're a brilliant hacker, and you've controlled that cyber maniac almost at once."

"That's not my credit. It's Lao Wei's fist."

"Tell me, what's it like to knock down the enemy with hacking skills, watch them twitch on the ground, and then you go forward and shoot him in the head?"

It's said that the members of the terrorist mob used to be cybermaniacs. Now I don't doubt this legend.

"Nothing special."

"Don't you like it?"

"No, I don't like it."

"You certainly like it, you like killing, you know you don't have to kill them, but you don't hesitate to shoot them, just because you enjoy it, washing your boots with other people's blood, just like walking in the bathroom."

No, you have totally misunderstood my original intention. The only reason why I beat them down first and then execute the shooting is that I can get two experience points, which is so simple. Because of my diligence and thrift, I can upgrade my family.

But I was not easy to explain, so I kept an awkward and polite silence about the words of the bloodthirsty policewoman.

There are some things that I really don't want to explain. The world is a virtual field of program simulation. Let people know the truth as little as possible. Those nihilistic stupid hippies are going to revel again.

Will bionic capitalists squeeze E-men?

The answer seems to be yes, oh, allow me to show a sad expression, for this stupid and absurd world.

"Forgive me for not being able to answer your question." At this time, I noticed that the female police officer's arms, hands and forearms had an implant anastomosis line. Not surprisingly, she added a mantis knife prosthesis to herself, and it was still old-fashioned. It's a pity that I can't tell which model it is. When I'm on the street, I've met those guys who are familiar with Mantis knives, but I'm not interested in them personally.

"You see that." The female police officer showed me her arms calmly. Her enthusiasm was not suitable. It was more like the social interaction between wild animals, sniffing each other to show her closeness and harmlessness. "I like them very much. Although they have been for many years, they have been reluctant to replace them."

"Well, they're beautiful. Do they remind you of anyone?"

"No, it's just about killing people."

Everyone looks a little unnatural.

The policewoman invited me to join the terrorist mob.

"I'm a freelancer."

"Everyone has his own purpose, but if you change your mind, you are always welcome."

When she left, everyone was relieved.

"To be honest, chatting with her is more tiring than fighting."

"That's not what you'd say, old v."

"V, stay away from these people. They're too unstable. At any time, you may be killed because of bad mood. "

Takemura also said, "this person gives me the feeling that it's dangerous."

So what's your opinion, Johnny?

"Me? What can I say, madwoman, just like you

Screw you.

Zane said to us repeatedly sorry, today's shopping plan is yellow.

"Where are we going next? Walking in the street or... "

"Let's call it a day." Old Wei is very tired appearance, "I am very old, usually this time should rest."

"I'm sorry, old v. I didn't expect this to happen."

"You see, V, you are not God. How can you expect everything? It's normal to have trouble. After all, this is the night city. If you want to help, please send us back."

So that's it. So far tonight, I've got a bottle of blocker for Johnny's lunatic.

In the e-mail Lao Wei sent me later, he also revealed more information, such as that the chip should have killed me, and the blocking agent was not aimed at Johnny, but at the chip. Thanks to Lu Zongping's handsome blonde brother, he cured my injury and slowed down the chip's Erosion on my brain, so that we can get along so harmoniously.

How the car comes to the city center is how it goes back.

The boring souls wandering in the night, we sat in misty's cabin for a while, feeling the mysterious smell of witchcraft. Zhucun bid farewell in advance. He is always at odds with the night city. He has a bitter hatred and a sinister purpose in his heart. We all know this kind of person.

Seeing that chumura had left, misty continued her unfinished conversation in the shop: she prepared a drug called pseudonetriazine, which can strengthen my connection with Johnny.

"You know I have such a person in my head?""Old Wei told me."

"You should know a lot more, misty."

"I'll do my best to help you, V."

"I believe it."

Actually, I don't believe it.

It's very straightforward - I have a rare disease, and my friends have prepared two drugs at the same time, one to relieve symptoms and the other to strengthen symptoms.

What a wonderful coincidence.

I'm just sure it's another procedural joke.

"Life is short."

Johnny said it.

I totally agree. OK. Because that's the right bullshit. Who can't feel death? It's like walking on the road, driving behind the car, its light will elongate your shadow, and as death gets closer, your shadow will become longer and thinner.

"I mean, since we have nothing to do now, how about going to the bar, drinking six bottles of whisky, knocking two and a half bottles of amphetamine, and licking a little LSD?"

Not so much, Johnny. You know I don't like places like that.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Death." "You know very well that once you let yourself down, that thing will chase you. No matter how hard you try to forget it, you can't forget it," he said

"Then don't forget."

"Free and easy! All right, then it's up to you. "

Listen to me? I don't have any opinions. All I want to do now is go back to my kennel and have a sleep.

With the windows open, the neon lights of the night city and the spotlights of the floating car cast large bright spots in the room. I hid in the corner of the bed to watch the light flow on the floor.

Johnny's right. Death is really after me. I feel almost physiological discomfort for fear of death.

"Have some wine to go through." Johnny did bring a bottle of whisky.

I was surprised because that bottle of wine was not a fake electronic projection.

"How did you do that?"

"Can I pour you wine? My lady? " Johnny's silver mechanical arm holding the glass, metal reflection and electronic mosaic flowing on the glass wall, "a drunk solution to thousands of worries."

"All right."

So I drank it all in one gulp, one after the other, and at last I only remember the flowing silver reflection and electronic cloud, flashing on the inner wall of the glass as high as the mountain.