Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Hmm..." The police officer turned his eyes back to the badge in his hand suspiciously, examining the information on it. "Is this your first time at a crime scene? Your luck is really bad. Repeat offenders have received coupons at the police station, which give them a 15% discount."

Fang Bailu shrugged, expressing his regret for missing the offer.

"Since you're a rookie, listen carefully: police attendance allowance and overtime allowance, Yizhitang's property damage, public mental compensation, security team support sponsorship... these will be distributed as fines to all suspects present. Pay this money and you can get out."

Tsk, who doesn't know that? There are never victims or murderers in Kuala Lumpur, everyone is a suspect.

"Your share of the fine is six hundred dollars. The receipt will be sent to the registration box."

"Pay it early and don't resist law enforcement. There are also these medicines and medical fees! The beds in the station are more expensive than those in chain drug stores. If you pay one hour late, you will have to pay one hour's fee. I advise you to be sensible."

Fang Bailu tore off a corner of the plaster, took a look at it, and then pressed it back properly.

The skin was torn and covered with cuts like a baby's mouth. If it weren't for the hydrogel plasters, the body would have fallen apart.

"Six hundred? Wow..."

If I remember correctly, Anbennola spent only 500 yuan to buy 30% of the shares of his own hardware store.

Cigarette boxes, mobile phones, and tablets were all on him: Compared with making up excuses, the efficiency of forcibly robbing private property is still too low.

Of course, anything that falls outside of clothing is not considered private property.

Fang Bailu shook the broken cigarette box with only two cigarettes left in it and raised it.

The police officer raised his head and looked at people through his nostrils:

"Too expensive, no."

"I'm not sharing cigarettes. I'm showing you that I'm rich."

Fang Bailu put the cigarette into the corner of his mouth, snapped his fingers with his good hand, and tapped the officer's waist:

"Flying head? It's handmade. The craftsmanship is OK, but it's not cheap."

"None of your business—"

"Two hundred. I'll transfer the money to your private wallet address, and you'll have to share the fine with the rest of the people. If the money isn't fully collected, you won't be blamed... but if the money is fully collected, you won't get any bonus, right?"

The police officer suddenly frowned, his brows so tight that they could kill a mosquito:

"Bribing me? Adding insult to injury. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll ask you to pay an extra 5%."

Fang Bailu shrugged and waited for the next words. He saw the heads of the girls around the police officer's waist all opened their eyes, their distinct black and white pupils spinning and looking around:

Apart from the five or six horse thieves handcuffed in the corner, they were the only two people in this dilapidated police station.

The police officer had a stern face, with thick eyebrows and round eyes, giving him a bit of the look of an angry King Kong.

He raised three fingers in a righteous manner and pointed them at Fang Bailu's face:

"three hundred."

Fang Bailu nodded at the crooked survivors of the bandits:

"Sure. But I want to take that skinny guy over there, the one with the long hair."

Half of the broken nerve tube was still hanging on the back of the long-haired young man's neck - except for hackers, no horse thief would daydream when he was about to go to war.

He wants this person to be useful.

"And my dog ​​and the tripod - I know your procedures. The things found at the scene haven't been sent to the evidence department for registration yet, right? If I lose one or two items to supplement my household expenses, no one will mind their business."

The small inspection table was piled with all kinds of weapons and sundries, including Master Huang Wu, whom he had not moved out in the end, and the cauldron that could be used to assist in the divine attack.

But there was no shawl on Erni’s body, or the headless body of Night Owl.

Looking at the police officer whose eyes were wide open again, Fang Bailu laughed:

"Hey, don't go back yet. You have to pay more, huh?"

"But it's too vulgar to talk about money! I won't take yours for free - your flying head is not even equipped with an intelligent module, is it boring? I'll introduce you to a better craftsman, and the price is fair."

He slowly stretched out his hand:

"make a deal?"

……

Pu Wenzhi walked out of the police station in a daze, his crotch feeling both cold from the wind and burning with pain.

The trousers were torn and leaky, and could only cover most of the private parts - which were covered with bloodstains that spread all the way to the ankles.

The worst thing is that most of that blood was not Park Wenzhi’s own blood.

He raised his hands, which were covered with dirt, looked up to the sky, and was about to cry:

"I feel ashamed towards my father and king... I feel ashamed towards my ancestors... I feel ashamed towards my clan... I feel ashamed towards my country... I feel ashamed towards..."

"Hold it for me, come here."

Pu Wenzhi, who hadn't figured out who he would feel guilty towards in the end, staggered and almost fell to the ground - suddenly there was a heavy big yellow dog and something like a pot in his hands.

"Monster? The one I conquered!"

"I paid the fine for you. Now do me a favor and it'll be all clear. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. Do you understand?"

When he turned around, he saw a man with a windbreaker full of holes, revealing the plaster underneath, staring at him scrutinizingly.

"Hey? Looks familiar...Have you seen him before?"

Pu Wenzhi, who was confused about the situation, nodded blankly. This was his most familiar action, and he used it subconsciously:

"You, you are...?"

"My last name is Fang. Follow me."

After saying this, the ragged man turned left and walked into the back alley next to the police station.

Pu Wenzhi also followed closely, holding a heavy object in his hands and following behind.

In front of him was a round machine embedded in the concrete wall and covered with mildew; on both sides hung huge neural pipeline plugs like hammers.

"The self-service complaint drum is directly connected to the terminal of the security team's main control."

The man surnamed Fang knocked on the screen which was full of cracks and almost invisible:

"Not many people use it, and the system installed is an old one - but as long as the ban is broken, you can access the database of the security team. For you, it should be just a little bit of work."

"Hacker, help me dig up some information. Do you know the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society? I want all the registered stores under its jurisdiction, the police-civilian interface, and the reinforcement code registered with the police force. I will dig up as much as I can."

Park Wenzhi opened his mouth slightly, but finally couldn't help but answer:

"Ah...save it directly into your external consciousness or send it to your mailbox...tablet? It can't be saved..."

The man surnamed Fang reached into the monster's throat and pulled out the neural tube covered with mucus:

"Just put it in the dog's mouth."

……

"Okay... okay. I'll put everything I can dig into this monster..."

Park Wenzhi untied the nerve tube between the back of his neck and the dog's mouth, and rubbed his sore and stiff neck:

The man surnamed Fang was not lying. Compared with the "bamboo curtains" in the academy, this firewall was like a small hill beside a steep mountain.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The man surnamed Fang pressed the lighter three times before it lit up and lit the cigarette in his mouth:

"Let's settle the matter. Leave me the communication code. This is mine, remember it."

"...You...don't you want to check it out? How do you know I have imported it?"

"I'm very good at judging people, it's my skill as a child."

He blew out two dragons of air from his nostrils, steaming:

"You're fine with the work you're doing. If you want to find a job in the future, just text me. Don't text me in the middle of the night, because I don't sleep very well. Okay, you can go now."

Park Wenzhi rubbed his lips and turned his head——

"Go...where?"

He could not receive the vital signs of the leader, Night Owl, and he was too ashamed to face the remaining surviving caravan comrades. Even though Park Wenzhi had always been ostracized by these colleagues, he still cared about their opinions.

A lone hacker with no way out in the wilderness.

Perhaps if I just slightly violate the way of the saints, I will find a place to stay in the city...

but……

His feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he couldn't move forward at all.

How do I live without instructions or obedience?

……

Red eyes shone through the mist and came close to Park Wenzhi:

"Still in a daze? You're not going to tell me you have nowhere to stay, are you?"

Looking at those bloodshot eyes, Park Wenzhi turned away at a loss:

"I...uh..."

The man surnamed Fang looked himself up and down, and suddenly changed the question:

"What magical power did you cultivate?"

Hearing this question, Park Wenzhi perked up:

"The emperor and father do not talk about strange things! These little things——"

The sonorous words were not even half finished when they were interrupted by the man named Fang:

"Oh, something like that, right? I see. That's good."

He held the smoldering cigarette butt between his teeth and pointed to the side:

"Go straight there, cross three alleys, and look for the sign of 'Fang's Hardware Store'. The light bulb is broken, so take a close look. Tell the keeper that Fang Bailu asked you to come, and he'll give you something to eat - by the way, help me take the dog and the tripod away as well..."

The man named Fang Bailu said this as he walked in the opposite direction.

what?

"So... where are you going now?"

The man who was limping and stumbling forward waved his hand without looking back, the cigarette between his fingers stained half red and half white by the blood tide:

"Find weapons. We'll need them to fight monsters."

"Fighting monsters...spirits? Is he going to debate scriptures with spirits?"

Park Wenzhi hesitated for a while, then raised his voice and shouted:

"I can subdue the monster!"

The figure didn't respond, and staggered into the darkness. In the distance, there was a fiery red light, like stars. It was a bonfire made of waste materials in the container room for heating.

Pu Wenzhi looked around and turned around holding the heavy fat yellow dog.

He gritted his teeth, carried the monster onto his shoulder, held the tripod in one hand, and walked out of the alley, panting every three steps.

"Go to Fang's Hardware Store... Fang's Hardware Store... It's in this direction."

Park Wenzhi's script continued, but the words just now echoed in his mind:

Find weapons...

But that direction is the slum where the garbage men live.

Would anyone go there to buy weapons?

Chapter 165 Why the War Started

Before squeezing into the gap in the container, Fang Bailu rubbed the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers against the wall and scraped off the burning cigarette butt.

He glanced at his hands, which were oozing blood from the plaster, and put the remaining cigarette into the box to save for next time.

The smoke tasted good. Even when it was soaked in blood and smelled fishy and damp—perhaps even better.

The container that served as the room had no door, so he knocked on the wall three times as a way of asking questions.