Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The ring-handled sword was deeply dug into the cement floor, standing still. The girl stepped on the hand guard and stood on the top of the sword handle. She looked down at Xie Shouzhen, and the two canine teeth exposed when she blew smoke rings made Xie Shouzhen think of the sharp snout of a wolf.

Judging from his work history, this should be the strongest person on the hiring list.

The “Employee Guide” quietly spits out a warning:

"The interviewee had falsely completed orders in order to enhance his personal business reputation."

Xie Shouzhen knocked on the lens and instantly understood the meaning: this was a fake review, and she was caught by her company and fired.

He crossed his legs and supported his chin with his fingers crossed:

"Er Ni, huh? Nice resume!"

Xie Shouzhen stared at the wooden face - it must be said that she had a pair of eyes unique to the unemployed, decadent yet full of madness; this was particularly eye-catching under the illumination of the light spots.

Chapter 115 Hunting (Part )

As long as the reward is enough, Erni can even chop the prayer wheel of Namo Information Entropy Nirvana Buddha for you to see.

As the only "Anuttara Samyaksambodhi" or "Supreme Enlightenment" that New Malaysia has intellectual property rights for, the name of Namo Information Entropy Nirvana Buddha is widely circulated among the citizens. Sometimes, this difficult-to-pronounce name is given to people who are not familiar with the high and low fruit positions as "Shannon Bodhisattva" or "Zero One Bodhisattva" when praying.

"No... As long as they are those bald iron ghosts, I can even pua them (chop them) for free."

She complained in her mind without any respect: anyway, the next birth of the "reincarnated child" would require the prayer wheel to be turned nine hundred trillion times, and she didn't think she had the luck to win the golden urn lottery.

When I was delivering goods in the wilderness between cities, the weather was never as gloomy and rainy as it was in Kuala Lumpur.

In Erni's eyes, if there were some lightning and thunder in the rain and fog, it would be more in line with her mood at the moment.

She slashed the tip of the ring-handled knife across her forearm, releasing blood that was boiling with resentment - her artificial meridians were on the verge of breaking but she had no money to maintain them, so she could only use some folk remedies from time to time to relieve the pain.

The pedestrians around him lowered their heads and avoided the down-and-out madman: there is nothing more dangerous than an unemployed and down-and-out swordsman.

She ignored this rejection like avoiding the plague god, and just hastily rolled down the sleeves of her sweatshirt, letting the blood melt into the colorless dirty sleeves. Her forearms were already covered with knife marks - Erni had to perform bloodletting every six hours to release the excess power accumulated in the three yang meridians of her hands due to emotional fluctuations.

If this is not done, the arms will eventually literally "explode" due to the high pressure.

Nourishes—

The ring-handled knife scraped across the wall, creating a small spark. Erni used the tip of the knife to pick up the burning wall and put it to her lips, lighting a cigarette that was soaked by rain and dried by her body temperature:

"Tsk, it's really hard to draw."

She lowered her hand and shook off the ash, but the filter was soaked by the blood that slid down her wrist. Erni bit the filter tightly with her teeth, trying to squeeze out the salty and rusty liquid, and continued to smoke.

"Hey, there aren't many left..."

He subconsciously reached for the courier's vest but found nothing - this symbol of his trump card, which he never left behind, had been taken back by the company.

When did she start to go downhill? She firmly believed that if life was an uneven curve, she had undoubtedly dug a deep pit at the bottom of the valley.

Erni took out a crumpled cigarette box from her pocket: a plain blue package with no patterns, originally provided by the company to these ace couriers.

She didn't smoke, but now she couldn't help but want to take a few puffs, just to reminisce about her glorious past life.

"No, it's the former ace courier..."

More than a week has passed, and Erni is still not used to the change in her identity.

She rubbed her head irritably and pulled out a few dry hairs. This bright blue hair color was not the product of hair dye or implants - just like her biological age, which was frozen at fourteen, it was the result of some incurable disease that her enemy had customized for her.

Erni exhaled a puff of smoke and counted the remaining cigarettes in the box with interest on her palm, counting the targets she would kill after her comeback:

"Sailing's horse thieves, the wandering Iron Monk, the troublemakers, and... and the HR department of Bidda Express..."

If she wasn't careful, a fragile cigarette would be crushed into pieces by the tense muscles in her palms:

Expelled?

Why was I fired?!

If I had not chopped off the dog heads of a few roadblocks on the road and incurred bad karma, I would not have been chased by the group of travelers touring Kuala Lumpur to execute the retribution; I would not have missed the delivery time and had to hold the customer's hand to give me a five-star rating.

In the end, he was reported for false orders by the idiot Kong Kanzai in the Human Resources Department... It was supposed to be an internal disciplinary offense at most, but it ended with the worst result.

It was clearly the customer who specifically requested her services, okay?

Fortunately, her savings over the years were enough to pay off the huge fine imposed by the company, and she finally walked out of the headquarters of Beda Express safely.

"I wonder how the guest surnamed Fang is doing now."

Erni still felt a little apologetic in her heart: no matter what, she did use dishonorable means to make him give her a good review.

"Otherwise...next time, go ask him if there's anyone he needs to kill?"

Erni stuffed the accidentally crushed tobacco crumbs into the half-empty cigarette box - that was all later, now she had to deal with the things at hand.

Anyway, she had found a part-time job that was not too big or too small. The income from the contract was enough to support her through this most difficult time.

A former colleague introduced her to this short-term job: the channel is stable, the client is trustworthy, and out of old friendship the colleague didn't even plan to take a commission; working for the company would also add a new chapter to Erni's newly opened career as a wandering swordsman.

This was a hunting contract, and the reward was quite substantial - but there was no detailed information about the target, and it was an urgent job.

It doesn't sound right... Unfortunately, Erni doesn't have much choice.

If everything goes well, after paying for the meridian repair, she can still find some spare money to settle down. Erni, who was fired by the company, finally chose to come to Kuala Lumpur instead of Penang - the reason is simple, she will get up where she fell; this is her pride.

Recalling the brief interview just now, Erni felt a strange discomfort: having worked in the express delivery industry for so many years, she was quite confident in her eyesight.

The so-called "security director" definitely did not tell me the truth about this business...

Erni licked her index finger and used a little saliva to extinguish the glowing cigarette butt. Then she put it in the cigarette box and saved it for next time. The skin of her forearm was numb and itchy, which was a signal that the three yang meridians in her hand were speeding up the healing process.

But what can be done? For a stray dog ​​like Erni, is there any other way out except to fight for her life?

After all, she was fired by the company, and it was auspicious that she was able to keep her life intact - a good job would probably only exist in Erni's dreams from now on.

"It's okay... 30% is determined by fate, 70% depends on hard work..."

I used to be a courier! They were the most awesome, clever, and courageous people in the world!

Erni slapped her cheeks hard and regained her spirits:

"Knife! Get to work! Show me the way..."

Before she finished speaking, her voice became smaller and smaller - Erni always forgot that the Ring-Handed Sword could no longer communicate with her: the intelligent module was originally the most expensive component of the Ring-Handed Sword, and she left it to the company together with her beloved car to offset the fine.

She tightened her palms, feeling the slight vibrations coming from the handle and the hand guard. Although it was no longer conscious, it could still convey the coordinates given by the security director just now in this way.

……

"…Seriously? Holding a meeting right near the ambush site? Is that okay?"

"No, isn't it written in the contract? We need to communicate before we start, and brainstorm... We also need to build team culture and improve cohesion. Each of these is a requirement of the client."

"Alright! Shut up! The person we want to kill is still at the oil tower. Can't we just wait for him to come out and intercept him on the road?"

When Erni arrived at the meeting point given by the coordinates, the other swordsmen had already been waiting for a long time - they even had time to argue with each other.

Chapter 116 Hunting (Part )

The deep alleys in the rain are a breeding ground for mildew, water stains, mushrooms and conspiracies.

Amidst plastic bags, scrap metal and neon lights, several swordsmen gathered together and argued.

Erni leaned against the wall, looking at the "colleague" who was doing this short-term job.

She observed the people present while adjusting the built-in speaker in the handle of the knife. Since the ATV was taken back by the company, this was the only music player Erni had left. For her, not playing some powerful songs when fighting and hacking people was like eating synthetic meat without turning on the holographic function to enhance the color, flavor and aroma...

"Tsk, what kind of monsters are these?"

Erni certainly knew that making a living on the streets was more than just fighting and killing: the secret to a swordsman's longevity was to defeat the enemy without fighting. Otherwise, no matter how much transformation one had, one's personality would not be able to withstand the torture brought by the repeated impact of bullets and blades.

Those with extraordinary talents can become hackers at a young age and roam in the digital space; those with good fortune can enter companies and live a complete life.

The remaining ones who are not very smart and have no luck usually become swordsmen in the end, replacing the lingering life with fighting and risking their lives.

Many street fighters survive like a lizard or a pufferfish: they know how to exaggerate their strength and use bravado to intimidate their enemies.

The weirder and more unique your appearance, the fewer crazy people will want to fight you: Erni felt that the mob in front of her was well aware of this.

"So you can talk nonsense... Then tell me what you want to do now? You idiot, your mother and husband never taught you to think rationally or what? I think you are just a jerk!"

A short question came from three mouths - strangely, it was seamless and no different from what an ordinary person would say. The swordsman had two metal heads extending from his neck, but the faces were shaped very lifelike, and there was no hindrance between their opening and closing movements.

He also installed two auxiliary arms on each side of his ribs, like featherless wings. However, the exposed low-quality hydraulic muscles and wrinkled synthetic skin, as well as the occasional "cracking" sound when twitching, all exposed the predicament of his wallet.

It can be said that this is literally "three heads and six arms".

Erni clenched her teeth and rubbed them hard: she recognized this exaggerated appearance - the normal human nervous system was simply unable to coordinate these extra limbs. This was a modification specially made for "divine attack" to improve the physical affinity of the data when the gods were summoned to possess the body.

This aroused her anger: the bandit leader who tortured her with a terminal illness was also an expert in this...

"What could it be? The Third Prince? Red Boy? It looks more like a spider. Got it, you are a spider spirit!"

Erni quietly decided on the nickname in her heart - anyway, she had no interest in asking these short-term colleagues for their real names or nicknames.

"Dear colleagues, please be patient. In my humble opinion, it is better to follow the customer's requirements and have a brainstorming session with all the friends present to get to know each other better; this will facilitate teamwork."

This time, it was an alloy fist that spoke. From the shoulder to the tip of the fist, it was about the same length as an adult man. Attached to a skinny man, it looked like a conjoined twin. He was wearing a baggy shirt. When the damp wind from the alley blew through, the protruding ribs on the man's body were visible. Rather than saying that this skinny man had grown such an arm, it would be better to say that the rest of the torso, limbs and head were its appendages.

On the back of the fist was a square mouth, from which came a gentle, mellow and elegant male voice. But the man kept silent, trembling as if in panic:

"Why don't you have a cup of tea and calm down?"

Nourishes—

A puff of mist gushed out of the fist, and the sound of boiling water gurgling came from the palm of the hand.

"Is this a random practice of some hacked boxing technique posted on the forum? Or has it been modified and broken... Tsk, this fist is so ugly."

Erni pinched her nose, and the man got a new code name called "Weird Fist Guy".

"Come on, stop talking. Just finish the job quickly. I have another job to do."

Erni thought the man who spoke had a faint tattoo on his head - but when she looked closely, she found that it was the reflection of a shiny bald head under the colorful neon tubes. This bald young man, who looked to be in his twenties, sat astride an electric bike, with a tall holographic flag extending from the rear of the bike, fluttering in the wind.

He had a ferocious face, without eyebrows or beard - he exuded a sense of ferocity and recklessness.

Erni looked straight at it:

"Oh! This electric bike is from the Tiema brand. It feels like new..."

If I could find a genuine blacksmith to modify this horse, it would become a genuine "good horse"! It's really inconvenient to walk on two legs. If I could get a new ride...

Erni scraped the tip of her nails across the handle of the knife and licked her lips.

Although this bald guy has a strong physique, Erni thinks that he is just a body of dead flesh grown with steroids taken at the drugstore: his standing posture is weak, his vital energy is scattered... Not to mention implanting energy into his meridians and dantian, she is afraid that even ordinary boxing skills have not been injected into him.

How did he sneak into the swordsman team when he was so weak? Otherwise, he could just rob the bald guy's car...

The old man's call interrupted Erni's reverie:

"Ah! A new partner has joined us."

The person who spoke was an old man squatting on the side of the road.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with wrinkles all over his face and a bald head. However, his skull was uneven, and his skull and forehead were unusually large, covered with circles of blue veins - and there was still a wisp of smoke rising up, as if he was emitting a high fever.

Just now he just huddled in the corner of the alley without saying a word, with no intention of joining or stopping the quarrel.

"What a weird big-headed uncle..."

Erni rubbed her eye sockets with the back of her hand: She didn't notice him at first, which was a mistake for a former courier who was very observant.

She did not stick the ring-handled knife into the concrete and stand on it as she did before when facing the security director of Qingyunguan Qiuzhen Co., Ltd.: that was also a humble attitude when applying for a job, to show that she had no intention of "using knives or guns".

Although she is used to carrying out tasks alone, she is not averse to cooperating with others. In fact, Erni had previously worked with the guest surnamed Fang to eliminate a monster.

She casually turned her wrist, causing the huge ring-handled sword to spin. The terrifying weapon looked particularly out of place against Erni's slender body:

"Uncle, hello. It's a nice day today. Is everyone here?"

The "big-headed uncle" shook his head comically and raised two fingers:

"Good day, good day. Two of our friends are going to scout and monitor the route to determine the target. With the addition of the five of us, the action team is complete!"

He sniffed, causing the crooked blue veins on his head to tremble. Without waiting for Erni to respond, he continued:

"It smells so bloody... Ah, I mean your knife. They were supposed to be a pair, right?"