Chapter 1056

Someone asked me why I took my brothers and sisters to fight against the company. I am neither the queen of the next life nor the second Johnny silverhand. Is it difficult for well mixed mercenaries to blow up the company one by one?

People like me, ordinary origin, ordinary growth experience. People like me grab a lot of them on the streets of night city. People like me, if less fortunate, should die in a gang fire.

Men and women of night city. American men, women. People all over the world, white, black and yellow, Anglo, Germanic, Mongolian, Jewish... They seem different, but they seem exactly the same. I have nothing to do in the street. When I hunt for gang boys, I see these rotten goods which have been anesthetized by electronic drugs. Most of them are young, with gaudy hairstyles and bad old body. When they get together, they are always clamoring to get a vote! Kill two people! Grab the fuck!

The forces in the evil land are just a few gangs in the night city.

The MOX gang and Valentino Gang still have rules, the tiger claw gang has the smart old lady Wako, and the veterans of the Sixth Street Gang are committed to populism, which is reasonable after all. Voodoo gangs are all niggers from Haiti. They are mysterious and secretive. They don't deal with the people who monitor the Internet. Their reputation on the road is not very frightening.

However, the whirlpool Gang, the scavenger gang and the animal gang are basically the club for mental patients.

They're like smoking firecrackers. It's never quiet, it's always going to explode. No one likes such people. They are uncontrollable and dangerous. It's difficult to communicate with such people, let alone be friends. Do they care about friends? Rich is the master, fat sheep, no money is poor and mud, good or bad in their eyes is so simple.

Do they have a quiet time?

You might shut up when you watch Super dream. Hi, I can't speak even if I'm too busy. Be honest when you're drunk with alcohol.

So when else will it be quiet?

Hackers invade, burn down the sememe, and restart the nervous system. These are the times when they are quiet.

It's as quiet as a corpse.

People who do business with me know that I like to knock people out and then kill them. If they don't talk, they must be afraid.

Is it not terrible for me to do something that scares normal people and scares cybermaniacs?

It's terrible, of course. But strangely quiet.

This kind of tranquility is when I use the long barrel of the gun to their forehead, I can take the time to observe their noisy and excited faces.

Most of them are young, in their teens or twenties. If they are still on the street at the age of thirty, there will be no difference in their life. However, it's rare to live to more than 30 years in the night city. It's a big joke that the rich are getting older and the poor are getting younger and younger.

Men, women, white skin, black skin... When they are quiet, it seems that there is no difference. Some guys are very vicious when they are awake. Once they fall asleep, they even have a sweet sleeping face. Makeup and tattoo can't stop their young faces. Some guys are really beautiful, of course, they are more ugly. It doesn't matter. No one is born to serve as a foil for others. Among a group of fierce and beautiful street boys, one or two are always good-looking. Like pearls in the mud.

It seems that only at this time can we realize that these cruel and mentally retarded thugs are human beings.

When I was working for Valentino, I knew the brothers and sisters. Most of them had families. We talked about rules and the Bible. They usually get together to drink, listen to the radio and watch programs. Heywood is like a special big family. We have our own rules.

Those who don't follow the rules are either cornered by debts, or they have nothing to worry about. People are like this. We often don't have a choice. We can't choose between good and bad. Little boys and girls, who think they have guns in their hands and people around them, can regard the law as nothing. But bigwigs tend to know the rules better than cops.

It's always profitable to make good people sad. What street boys often do is the same as what companies do. I can paralyze a righteous person, maybe a company. When the time comes, will a company that is quiet and no longer crazy, killing and eating people make people feel different?

I don't know, but I want to try.

"Do you really want to do this?" That's what Johnny said.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack said so.

"Have you really made up your mind?" Old Wei said so.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and I know I'm crazy. But I'm crazy to survive. Being crushed by the company is death, being forced by the plot is death, and I'm also dying. I should always ask myself to choose a happy and painful way. It's no pity to die like this!

No matter what decision I make, I know there are always a few people who will agree with me.

Such as Lu Zongping, such as my teacher Bian Ning, Mr. wolf, Naruto and Sasuke. They're different from everyone in night city. I have fully understood that they are not the characters in this game.

When Lu Zongping saw me coming to the bar, he just looked up at me. Instead of cleaning the glass, he was chatting with someone. There are guests! I wanted to say hello, but I didn't say it. Although my strange illness seems to be getting better, I'm used to the feeling of being silent. I can't change it for a while“ coming? I'll find a place to do it myself. I can't get away from it. " I have never seen Lu Zongping so polite. Although he is still expressionless, his posture is somewhat cramped. Sitting opposite him, the mysterious guy in dark purple robe is slowly drinking a cup of screwdrivers. It should be a woman with white hands and a face hidden under her hood. It was completely dark, as if the hat had turned into a dark hole, and the light could not get through. She wears a gold crown and a ruby gold pendant around her neck. It looks very valuable. She can buy a building in the center of the city. When did Lu Zongping know such rich people? He introduced me to the woman in a low voice: "her name is Valerie, nickname is V, the hero of the story is her."“ Hey I was a little surprised by what he said. My eyesight didn't disappear when I spoke. Maybe my illness really improved. That's why I could see the woman turning her head to me. It was still dark under the hood. A woman without a word is like a deaf mute. She just put down her glass and waved to me. Of course, I'm not polite. I'm going to sit next to a woman, but Lu Zongping suddenly pulled me over and pressed me beside his seat, "I'll introduce you." He gave me a fierce look when he spoke, and then when he looked at the woman, he immediately burst out a smile“ In front of you is the greatest alchemist in the universe, master of all truth, master of magic, soul, art and natural forces, incomparable wisdom, Ms. Mina. "“ Who? I haven't heard of it. " I didn't know how powerful the man was. If I knew, I would not dare to be so careless.