Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

"One person catches one alive, don't want more."

"Prepare to land, raid!"

Following Luo Qi's order, the team members immediately entered the state.

The driver set the floating car to land quickly and automatically, then got out of the cockpit and came to the hatch.

Rocky was the first to jump out of the hatch.

It landed on the roof of the recycling yard gate....

The fire has been going on for a while, and both sides have their own casualties. They either fell to the ground and rolled around, or sneaked to the corner by themselves, took out the first aid potion and gave themselves a shot, and then either bowed their heads like ostriches, or thought about what to do. Only in this way can we shoot a black gun.

Such battles are often different from real street fighting——

The explosion was extremely fast, and the end was extremely procrastinated.

Sometimes both sides have no intention of continuing the fight, but every time it is agreed to leave the battlefield with each other, someone is always unwilling to make a cold shot, and the situation has to start entangled again.

Rocky is here to end this situation.

"boom--!!"

There was a huge sound of metal deformation and glass cracking, and a Sixth Street Gang turned around in horror.

"my car!"

The badly dented front hood, and the puff of black smoke coming out of the gap told him that the car was pretty much scrapped.

And it's not over yet.

After Luo Qi, several other violent terrorist mobile teams also landed one by one, airborne at various positions in the recycling yard.

Then, under the gaze of the Sixth Street Gang and the scavenger, he mercilessly raised the weapon in his hand.

"Bang bang bang" gunshots exploded one after another.

With just a face-to-face meeting, more people fell from both sides, and almost all of them were killed immediately.

The Sixth Street Gang in the corner tried to tuck their bodies into the corner to avoid being discovered by these murderous lords.

But the violent and terrorist mobile team passing by just turned their heads and raised their pistols.

Before he could cry out in surprise, he just widened his eyes, and the bullet had already pierced his chest, creating an incurable blood hole.

The body twitched, and there was no more sound.

Luo Qi, who disappeared at some point, stood on the roof, watched the team members clean the corners one by one, and nodded with satisfaction.

At his feet lay a half-dead scavenger.

This guy planned to climb to the commanding heights during the scuffle and make a surprise attack.

It has to be said that people who know how to adapt can find new ways at any time.

But unfortunately, he met Luo Qi.

So I was kicked so that my nose, tears and saliva flowed out, and I am still holding my stomach and retching non-stop, and I can't get up at all.

"Okay, it's my least favorite part of the questioning session."

Luo Qi lowered his head and squatted beside him, watching him although he couldn't speak a complete sentence, but his eyes were full of begging for mercy.

"There was a case of the Sixth Street gang attacking the police on Almuñécar Street. Do you have any idea?"

Seeing the flash of astonishment and confusion on the face of the scavenger, Luo Qi knew that he had asked the wrong person.

At least this scavenger had no idea what was going on.

A few minutes later, the NCPD who was dealing with the crime scene on Almuñecar Street sent some people over.

Waiting for them were the corpses of Sixth Street Gang and sweepers all over the floor, and a few poor guys who were hung by ropes from the roof and tied to the fence, looking at them expectantly with the expressions of the rest of their lives.

That look was like looking at a savior.

NCPD officers:? ? ?

And here, Luo Qi has re-boarded the plane with his team members and hurried to the next location.

He doesn't mind giving NCPD a little life, because it's also good for their performance.

Dealing with a fire scene that has been completely over is simply collecting the corpses, which is meaningless and requires an extra report.

But if a few people were caught alive, then the nature became that the NCPD stopped a firefight and arrested the participants.

Luo Qi knew the subtle differences here.

According to the confession of the Sixth Street Gang, the kidnapped prisoner Seth Miller has now been arranged to go out of the city to avoid the limelight.

While challenging the authority of law enforcement sounds cool and is an essential part of building your gang's prestige, there are dangers that come with it.

The Sixth Street Gang is not stupid. They know that the NCPD will find out about themselves sooner or later, or they will know who did it without having to investigate at all.

So from the time Seth Miller was robbed, he had already been arranged to leave the city.

Now, I'm afraid I don't know how far I have run.

at the same time.

On the national highway outside Night City.

An unassuming Mehsupron FS3 is cruising along like it was designed to perform.

Everyone wants a Rayfield or a Herrera, but not everyone can afford it.

As for the biggest selling point of this car that looks like a cross-cut bread?

You can almost guess it directly from its appearance, sound or feel——

It's as cheap as a free gift.

The Mehsupron FS3 is made out of cheap plastic and textile materials, plus wishful thinking.

It scored an F in the vehicle crash test.

It is said that the expert's evaluation of the impact was: a hybrid of a guillotine and a meat grinder.

That doesn't sound like a good word.

The generous size looks like it can carry a lot of cargo, but it's better not to be fat, and the weak engine under the hood may stall at any time.

Sure, it's easy to break, but it's also easy to fix.

For individuals with little money, this may indeed be a good choice before being smashed to pieces with a car.

But the Sixth Street Gang would not choose such a car.

They are a gang famous for modifying cars, and they even run no less than one combat taxi company.

It sounds weird, but it's not uncommon for gangsters to run companies.

Of course, the size is completely incomparable with the toes of those giant companies, and only serves a small number of people with special needs.

Traveling across the Badlands is not a wise choice, nor is going deep into a gang-infested "battle zone" to close a deal.

At this time, most people will choose to call the company that provides the "combat cab" service.

Since the Sixth Street Gang has such abilities, they naturally have the ability to convert a plastic toy car into a reliable vehicle.

This Mehsupron FS3 is just that.

Not only because it was one of the low-key vehicles used by the Sixth Street Gang, but also because it was used to transport a target they needed to protect.

Sixth Street gang criminal with three first-degree murders, Seth Miller.

If three first-degree murders are felonies, killing a group of NCPD security guards and fleeing is enough time to shoot him for half an hour.

This is a road with no arrows to turn back. Either do not do it, or go all the way to the dark.

Anyway, it's death, so Seth Miller doesn't resist the decision made for him by the gang without authorization.

The only difference is that if he is caught again this time, he will probably be sentenced to the death penalty of Chaomeng, which is almost inhumane.

Use super dream equipment to simulate an environment that is difficult to achieve in the real world, and then let the condemned prisoners die in endless pain.

In the worst case, his execution process will be broadcast live and put on the Internet for people to enjoy——

The nickname is interactive death penalty.

So he planned, once he settled down this time, he would spend all his savings and get himself a new prosthetic body.

Better to put a bomb in the body.

As long as one's heart stops beating or brain death, it will detonate immediately.

In this way, those who catch him don't have to think about it, maybe they can drag a few people to hell together.

For the outlaws who have been on the line of life and death all year round, this is nothing special.

On the contrary, this is a very "kind" behavior.

As soon as he thought of this, the anger and resentment in his heart fermented uncontrollably, and finally turned into a bad breath and spit it out from his chest.

He felt that the car was too slow.

Although he could no longer see the NCPD or even Night City, the feeling of being gunpointed against the back of his head all the time made his mental state a little unstable.

"Is there any 'smoke', give me a sip."

Seth Miller sat uneasily on the back seat, finally couldn't help it, and asked the Sixth Street Gang beside him.

"Hey, look at your bear."

The brother in the gang next to him smiled, "Didn't you quit?"

"Here, here."

A pneumatic inhaler was slapped in his hand.

"Today is different."

Seth Miller looked out the rear window with apprehension.

There is only dust from the tires behind, and Night City fading away on the skyline.

Not to mention the NCPD's chasing soldiers, there is not even a car behind.

laugh--

A burst of familiar yet unfamiliar water mist sprayed evenly into his mouth with the pressing of the thumb.

Slightly bitter, although it is a water mist, but it is a bit dry, and there is nothing after inhaling.

The epithelium of the oral cavity was slightly moistened and entered his lungs as he breathed.

In just a few seconds, a "brand new" feeling blossoms from the inside out.

He felt himself alive again.

But only one sip, not more.

Seth Miller is a self-disciplined person. Even so, quitting this not-so-addictive thing almost made him take off a layer of skin.

He was sure that if it was something like Shining, he would have been completely destroyed.

The substance entering the blood made his heart beat a little faster.

The eyes seemed to become brighter, and the colors of the world became richer.

But what he didn't know was.

How ridiculous it is in the eyes of the anti-narcotics department to look at myself at this time.

His pupils dilated, his breathing trembled unevenly, his lips and forehead were slightly sweaty, his lips were abnormally bright red, turning his head around like an overly vigilant animal, with an almost sickly smile on his face.

The huge pressure environment will make him feel extremely nervous.

Relapse under such circumstances, he will only become addicted faster than ever.

But the parties don't seem to care.

He excitedly patted the driver's seat and kept urging.

The foothold arranged by the Sixth Street Gang was in Southern California, and they were going to cross the border.

As a free state that sided with NUSA during the Unification War, Southern California had no aversion to the Sixth Street Gang.

In other words, they just need such a "firm patriotic party" to act as their eyeliner in Northern California and Night City.