Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

The details of this mission were transmitted to Qiwei via a connection.

Qiwei didn't speak, only nodded slightly, her fingers tapping lightly on the outside of her thigh under the table—a habitual gesture of hers when she was thinking. Her prosthetic eyes flickered with a faint red light, connecting to the network.

After reading it, Qiwei spoke.

"No problem, is that all I need to do?"

Vito nodded.

"That's all. I like to break down tasks so that everyone can be responsible for their own part."

Vito didn't tell Qiwei about the client and the rest of the mission, but Qiwei didn't care, which perfectly aligned with Qiwei's belief—never trust anyone.

"OK, eat and get back to work!"

After saying that, Vito focused on eating the ramen in front of him, Jack gulped down his fried dumplings, and Qiwei didn't eat, but instead picked up her cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

After eating, the action team headed to the target location, while the hackers returned to prepare for the intrusion.

The mission is to rescue a poor girl who has been sold by the owner of a sex club.

The girl was a sex doll at her club. Not only was she exploited every day, but she also had to find ways to maintain her prosthetic body.

Recently, a small problem arose. The prosthetic doctor who maintains the girl's prosthetic body suddenly had to close for a few days. No other place could offer such a low price for repairing prosthetic bodies, so the girl had to wait a few days. The scoundrels at the club thought it was difficult to make money off the girl, so they packaged her up and sold her to an underground organization that shoots videos of black sunglasses.

Fortunately, the girl was usually well-liked, and the other sex dolls secretly pooled some money and went to Vito, hoping he might be able to help.

Vito kept an eye on the people at the club for several days and finally found a Tiger Claw gang stronghold.

"In the car," Jack asked.

"The task you sent me was complete, why didn't you tell that girl?"

Vito is inspecting the weapons.

"For your first task, that's enough. Remember, your side should feint an attack to draw attention, but leave no survivors!"

Jack nodded, and Vito handed Jack a box of shotgun shells.

"Graphite Dragon Breath Bomb, give those Tiger Claw Gang bastards a good surprise."

……

Upon arriving at their destination, a fish processing shop in North Oak, Jack disguised himself as a hot-tempered passerby who had gotten lost and attracted attention at the entrance.

"Damn it, I'm not drunk! I'm here to buy Mewtwo!"

When his attention was drawn in, Vito opened the back door of the shop, went inside, and found a panel to implant a remote-controlled puppet.

"Qiwei, puppet implantation."

Vito called out to Qiwei on the shared channel.

"Network environment confirmed. Local area network physically isolated. Three seconds." Qiwei's voice came through the headset. "I've connected to their backup line. The security system is rudimentary, with only two surveillance cameras and an electronic lock. But I've detected three high-performance servers running inside. Four seconds. You can break into the basement."

Vito pulled out a Dara Polytechnic DS1 pulse submachine gun. This gun was smaller than most similar guns, but its power was astonishing. Dara's designers were not afraid to be the first to try something new. This gun was like someone had disassembled a standard machine gun and then found a blindfolded kindergarten child to put it back together. The gun had good power, but it was notoriously difficult to control.

Vito meticulously modified this inexpensive slum gun, making it more powerful, with controllable recoil, complete with accessories, and equipped with more powerful rifle bullets. It is now a true miniature machine gun. Vito named the gun "Senior," paying homage to the legendary little man.

Vito went down to the basement and found a secluded corner to hide in, where a few idle Tiger Claw gang members were gathered together, consuming glitter.

"Jack, let's fight!"

Jack drew his gun immediately upon receiving the message.

"That's enough fun, it's time to end this!"

Bang! Bang! Reason fired two deer bullets, sending two Tiger Claw Gang members flying.

"The boss said there's a lunatic outside. We need to get out of here quickly, lest we attract the cops!"

"Damn! I just started taking it!"

Seven or eight Tiger Claw Gang members went up the stairs one after another.

"Once the basement is cleared out, you can enter the second floor."

Qiwei immediately reported.

"learn!"

Vito heard a voice as soon as he entered the second basement level.

"Please... spare me..."

"Expression! I want a look of despair! You bitch, bark louder!" a furious male voice roared.

"Damn, she's useless! Forget it! Let's move on to the next one. Use this one to film cannibals, damn it, how are we supposed to compete with that fluttering moth with this quality?"

Vito's facial disguise flickered.

"Kiwi, power off! Jack, full power!"

A muffled explosion came from upstairs, followed by the crackling sound of an electrical short circuit. The lights in the warehouse went out instantly, leaving only the pale green glow of the emergency lights.

"What happened?! The power's out?"

"Intruder! Quick, grab your guns!"

Vito swiftly charged in, the bullets from the sergeant in his hand precisely piercing the heads of the Tiger Claw gang members.

"Intrusion successful. There are three photographers and one director in the room. My electromagnetic short circuit can control them for seven seconds. There are also two people whose prosthetic bodies are malfunctioning."

Vito kicked the door open, his prosthetic eye scanning three people crackling with electricity, which he quickly knocked down.

"Who are you?"

"You're a tiger with thick arms but a thin body," the gang leader asked, his eyes wide.

"Courier, come pick up the package."

Vito pointed his gun at him.

"Pick up a package? Pick up what?"

The leader was somewhat confused.

"I forgot, but it doesn't matter. If I wasn't afraid you'd turn on me and kill the hostages, I would have torn you to pieces long ago."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Half a magazine swept across the leader's face, shattering his entire skull.

With the electromagnetic short circuit ending and the host dying, the leader's gorilla arm malfunctioned and popped out. Vito sneered when he saw this.

"He's not a big person, but he carries a lot of stuff."

Vito looked around. It was a filthy, smelly room of about 30 square meters. The blood on the walls had turned moldy and blackened. In the middle was a bed piled with pieces of meat. A girl sat in the meat, looking bewildered, while another girl lay in the corner, her eyes glazed with fear.

"Vito, done. Leave no one alive. I'm coming down now."

Vito clenched his fists.

"Um."

Jack was stunned when he got down to the second basement level, and then he started cursing.

"Damn it, these freaks are more disgusting than stomach cleaners! Shooting them dead is too lenient!"

"Jack, take these two girls upstairs first."

Vito located the main computer, but instead of digging into the accounts for euros as before, he hacked into their main network and collected all the emails and lists.

"Qiwei, I'll handle this case separately. Help me organize these materials and pinpoint the location. I want to add a new business to the medical dispute mediation group."

Qi Wei's voice remained indifferent.

"Tonight will be fine. I wish you all the best in your business."