World version update

Chapter 63 Psychic Tax

“Why are there black people here?”

"Or did they update the races of some people when the Cyber ​​version was updated?"

Looking at the familiar skin color, familiar dreadlocks, and the standard zero-dollar shopping behavior, Lu Yan once thought that he was not in the cyber version, but in a free country across the ocean.

Looking at the black man who was about to rush out of the alley, Lu Yan didn't bother to worry about the problem. He lightly hooked his right index finger and the magic power turned into an invisible rope to trap the black man's legs.

The madly running black man suddenly paused, fell straight forward, and his head hit the sewage pit heavily.

The head collided with the rubble in the sewage pit, and blood and sewage splattered everywhere. The black man screamed in fear and tried to break free from the invisible rope created by magic power.

Lu Yan originally thought that this would be a futile effort. How could a mortal break free from the shackles of magic power?
But in the next second, a blue light suddenly rose from the tattoo under the black man's clothes, and the magic rope loosened for a short moment.

Then the magic rope tightened again, and the black man was unable to break free from the rope after all.

Lu Yan, who was walking slowly, showed a bit of surprise on his face.

He could feel that the black man in front of him was obviously an ordinary person without any cultivation, but the glowing tattoo on his body showed some characteristics of magic power, and the brief burst even made the magic power ropes loosen a little.

This made Lu Yan more curious about this cyber version of the extraordinary system.

After taking back the battery and USB flash drive from the black man, Lu Yan glanced at the tattoo on the black man's body. There were messy and strange letters printed on it, but he did not feel any extraordinary power.

The tattoo seemed to be just an external manifestation, and the real source of the blue light seemed to be something inside the black man's body.

Just as Lu Yan was considering whether to conduct further experiments, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the alley, and then two uniformed blond and blue-eyed policemen appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The policeman raised his guns in both hands and shouted into the alley:
"Put your hands up!"

"Put your hands above your head!"

Lu Yan turned his head and looked at the two blond-haired and blue-eyed policemen in front of him with confusion.

If the black man under his feet can be attributed to genetic mutation and Cantonese ancestry, then the white policeman in front of him is enough to prove that this cyber version update is different from the previous ones.

Lu Yan felt a trace of magical power on the two policemen, which was more obvious than that on the black man, but the two policemen still had no level of cultivation.

The guns in their hands were also beyond Lu Yan's understanding. The magazine position was replaced by a battery that flashed blue light. It seemed that this special battery-driven energy replaced the traditional gunpowder firearms.

Even so, the two policemen could not pose any threat to Lu Yan.

As long as Lu Yan was willing, he could easily kill them with just a snap of his fingers.

Lu Yan glanced at the camera on the policeman's chest and finally gave up the idea.

It is obviously not a wise choice to conflict with the official violent organization as soon as you arrive in the cyber version.

But before Lu Yan raised his hand, one of the policemen with an experienced face impatiently stepped into the alley and smashed the gun in his hand heavily on the head of the black man lying on the ground.

"I told you to put your hands above your fucking head, you fucking piece of trash!"

The black man, who was already bleeding from the fall, had another wound on his head. The blood flowed into the sewage. The black man, who was confused, had no time to react. "Shit-like idiot!"

The experienced policeman pressed his knee on the black man's neck. The nearly 200-pound weight made Lu Yan seem to hear the sound of broken bones.

After forcibly subduing the black man in this way, the experienced policeman then took out handcuffs and forcibly handcuffed the black man's hands behind his back.

After doing all this, the experienced policeman stood up with satisfaction and said to Lu Yan sincerely:
"Sir, I hope these bastards from downtown don't bother you."

Lu Yan's expression was a little stiff, but he naturally put down his arm that was about to be raised, and praised with a gentle smile:
"Officer, you did a great job."

At the same time, another young policeman also stepped into the alley. A virtual screen rose from the terminal on his wrist and began scanning the black man pinned to the ground.

Soon, information about black people popped up on the terminal screen.

“Bruce Weeks, originally from the Central City, had his house confiscated for breach of trust half a month ago and moved to the Lower City. His ID number is 1145149527.

According to the Urban Security Management Law, you should be detained for three months."

Bruce's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were red as he stared at the policeman in front of him and said loudly:
"You abused your power to bully an ordinary, defenseless person. I will have my lawyer send a letter. Just wait for the compensation!"

The young policeman swiped across the virtual screen expressionlessly, his voice full of contempt.

“Mr. Bruce, I’m afraid you don’t have a chance to hire a lawyer to sue us.

According to the query records, you have not paid off your primary school student loan, the tax on not having children under the age of 30, the downtown residence tax, the third-class air tax, and the third-class sunlight tax on time.

Your deposit account was cleared three days ago, and no lawyer will take your case."

Bruce's dark complexion showed fear, and he struggled desperately:

"Impossible! My house has been auctioned off by the court, and the money from the auction is enough to pay back the money."

"I'm sorry, but I found out that your 120-square-meter apartment in Midtown has a broken toilet. The court is worried that selling it to the public will affect people's safety, so it is being auctioned internally.

Your Honor bought your apartment for 1,000 credits. After deducting the handling fee and taxes, you still owe the court 5,000 credits."

After a slight pause, the young policeman looked at Bruce with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"One more thing, your psychic tax is ten minutes overdue, and you will be fined a whopping one million credits."

Hearing this, Bruce showed an extremely frightened expression on his face and shook his head hurriedly:
"No, no, no! I'm not overdue. I still have half an hour left before the payment deadline. I can pay off the psychic tax right away!"

But his words did not bring about any change, the young policeman had already made the final judgment.

"According to statistics, your debt has reached 1375352.5 credit points. According to the city management law, you will be escorted to the Heaven Computing Center later, and your soul will be used to provide computing power for the Universal Brain.

According to calculations, as long as your soul works 12 hours a day for years, you will be able to pay off all taxes, debts, fines and % interest when you are years old, and you can then enjoy a comfortable retirement life.

(End of this chapter)