The villain knight doesn't want to be a hero

All this was done simply because the other party offended someone they shouldn't have offended - that is, people in the company.

Of course, as members of the Random Sword Club, they don't care about the rights and wrongs involved.

Even if they are corporate dogs, they won’t be surprised if they do something shameful, as long as they are willing to pay...

But who would have thought that a reporter would carry a weapon with him and be so damn good at shooting! ?

I originally thought it was just a business to give away money, but I didn’t expect to lose a car full of people!

Although there are fewer people left, each of them will get more money, but after all, it is difficult to do things with less people...and that car is worth a lot of money!

What's more important is that the corporate boss may not accept their request for a price increase.

grass!The more I think about it, the more angry I get!

boom!boom!

He picked up the shotgun called the Crusher and fired several shots at the corpse with only half of its face, completely breaking off the limbs.

The splashing flesh foam made the road a little more bloody and made him feel a little better. He spat thick phlegm on the remaining half of the young reporter's face.

"By the way, if you remove those people's prosthetics, you should be able to sell them for some money, right?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe the money spent on dismantling it will be more than selling it. After all, these people are not using high-end products."

Most of the people who can make such a self-driving bus are not rich people, and even if they are equipped with prosthetics, they are basically cheap goods, or even knock-offs.

It was troublesome to dismantle and sold infrequently.

"And the signal interference will be ineffective after a while, and the car will start moving again."

The person who said this was a network hacker... Of course, if you really want to say it, he is actually just a dilettante who committed a crime, otherwise he would not be in this kind of team.

The unmanned bus they attacked was the limit of his ability to temporarily stop it for a while.

"In that case, let's forget it. Before the body smells bad, hand it over to the company dog..."

"Boss, look!"

"Ok?"

Looking in the direction pointed by the younger brother, a black motorcycle was coming from the other end of the road...

Is that person a fool?

After using the implanted prosthetic eyes to see clearly who was coming, he immediately came up with the idea of ​​crossing the desert without any preparation. He might as well find a quicker way to die.

Then take another look... Good guy, the clothes he wears are still the same as they were half a century ago.

but--

"This motorcycle is not bad..." Although he didn't recognize the specific model at once, his previous experience in the Wanderer tribe made him very sensitive to things like vehicles.

And if it is a customized model for a rich person, then this time it will be a big profit.

Signing to the men next to him, the other two looked at each other and shrugged.

He took a step forward and raised the gun in his hand, planning to hit the person when he got close to a certain distance.

Then......

Boom!Boom!

In the next second, the two of them almost fell asleep, lying on their backs on the ground.

In the center of their faces, a bullet hole as thick as two fingers was emitting smoke. The high temperature instantly carbonized the flesh to prevent bleeding, and the ground on the other side could be seen through it.

And this is just the beginning.

Before they could react, two more people were shot and fell.

"Damn it! Dare to kill my people!?"

Seeing that the people on his side were being called out one after another, the remaining members of the Random Sword Club no longer OMO, the firearms in their hands continued to spit out tongues of fire at the figure that was approaching quickly on the motorcycle.

Da da da da da!

Amidst the gunfire, bullets continued to fly towards Lin Qiao...and were all stopped by the blocking field wrapped outside.

Judging from the final results, the weapons in their hands are actually not much different from the water guns-it is just that the range is slightly longer and it is noisier.

Lin Qiao held the smoke rifle in one hand and pulled the trigger quite casually. The slight bumps on the road did not affect his shooting accuracy.

Although the smoke rifle's movement is much smaller than the crackling opposite, the effect is exactly the opposite.

People from the Luan Dao Club kept falling down. In the time it took for Lin Qiao to rush over on his motorcycle, only the last few people from the Luan Dao Club were left who were hiding behind bunkers and did not dare to show their heads.

Signaling the others to cease fire, the big man tightened his grip on the Crusher as he heard the sound of the motorcycle engine getting closer.

"go to hell!"

The moment the motorcycle approached, he suddenly rushed out from behind the bunker and fired wildly with the shotgun in his hand.

however--

The black motorcycle brushed past him like a blade, and the bright yellow blade at the front of the smoke rifle quickly scratched his body.

Click!

The powerful kinetic energy shotgun in his hand was split into two and fell to the ground... and he himself was also cut open.

The subcutaneous armor he spent a lot of money on didn't work at all, and his upper body slipped into a pool of blood.

The screams from his boss made the last remaining people feel numb.

But then the destructive light bullets fired from the muzzle completely ended their lives.

"Wait, wait! Don't kill... ugh!"

Cold sweat instantly flowed from the forehead of the remaining network hacker.

But before he could beg for mercy, Lin Qiao threw a ball of genetic factors at him.

"So that's what happened."

After reading his memory, controlling his body and shooting himself in the head, Lin Qiao got off the motorcycle.

He looked at the half-faced reporter in the trunk of the car whose limbs were broken and put into a large handbag, and sighed.

All in all, it's a somewhat clichéd script.

A young reporter who had just entered the industry did not know why he went crazy.Instead of digging up gossip about celebrities, he had to cynically look for trouble with the company, and he happened to find dirty information about a middle-level executive.

However, just when he was about to travel across mountains and rivers to find evidence, his whereabouts were betrayed by his boss, and he was eventually silenced.

As for the people on this bus, they were only affected. After all, the company dog ​​asked them to keep things clean.

Shaking his head, a blue light flashed from Lin Qiao's eyes, and a snow-green flash emitted from the fingers of his right hand.

Then, the flesh and blood on the ground suddenly burned, and even the implants in their bodies melted completely - if anyone wanted to investigate something from their implants, it would be impossible.

Chapter 290: The fugitive mine card girl tries to hire the Danxing people

After taking care of Luandaohui's body, Lin Qiao got on the bus.

Compared to the outside, the inside of the bus could be described as a river of blood.

The corpses were lying all over the place.

Medical supplies to stop bleeding were scattered on the ground, but it seemed that they were of little use in the end.

The bandage stained bright red by blood dragged on the ground for a long time, and the other end was wrapped twice and tied to the leg of the corpse.

There are two corpses huddled in the corner as much as possible, as if trying to eliminate their presence.

Unfortunately, the bullet holes on their foreheads already told the answer.

Due to the lack of emotion, Lin Qiao felt quite dull even after seeing such a bloody scene.

Does killing a few Luandaohui count as revenge for them?

Doesn't count.

Because the real mastermind behind the scenes, the corporate dog, is still alive

Including the young reporter, almost all the thirty people in the car died.

Well, almost.

After walking to a stop somewhere in the carriage, Lin Qiao looked up at the sealed luggage rack above her head.

Heartbeat, weak breathing, heat source... these are all proofs of being alive.

But it would be too crowded for people to hide in this place, right?

"Besides, there isn't much air inside. It's easy to suffocate if you stay there for a long time. Moreover, the surrounding temperature will soon make the inside feel like a steam oven."

He gently patted the sealing lid... The breathing inside stopped, but the heartbeat speeded up a lot.

Fine.

He shrugged, and then violently opened the lid of the luggage rack.

Almost at the same time, a dark gun stretched out from the darkness and aimed at Lin Qiao's head.

boom!

The fire exploded, and at a distance that was almost close to the face, the steel bullet fired from the gun went straight to Lin Qiao's face.

However, it does not break the defense.

Lin Qiao noticed that the person who shot him was a girl with short white hair.

He took away the water gun named Lexington from the opponent's hand.

Then, while the girl was struggling in panic, Lin Qiao grabbed her slender arm and pulled her out of the luggage rack.

"Well....."

Letting out a whimper, the girl quickly discovered that in this situation, it was extremely disadvantageous for her.

At this moment, a stream of data flashed in her eyes...but the next second, she was shocked.

"You don't have a prosthetic body?"

He tore up the luggage rack with his hands and took the bullet with his face, but you told me that this guy doesn't have a single prosthetic body in his body?

This is outrageous!

Not only was he disarmed, but his best hacking ability was useless - it was simply terrible.

And her words also made Lin Qiao slightly surprised: "I can't tell that you are still a cyber hacker at such a young age."

Although network hackers are not rare, compared to a group of fools who only know how to wield swords and guns, they can indeed be said to be high-level talents.

And some of the masters can be described as strategic talents.

Lin Qiao couldn't help but look her over.

Like a fish that was fished ashore and hung in mid-air during a fishing competition, it looked extremely alive as it fluttered vigorously.

The white-haired girl struggled twice, but after realizing that it was all in vain, she resigned and closed her eyes.

She has gone from a living fish to a salted fish.

"Okay, calm down, I don't mean any harm... don't move, I'll let you down now."

He slowly lowered the white-haired girl he was holding onto the ground and returned the pistol at the same time.

The girl was stunned for a moment by the feeling of touching the ground again.

Just let yourself go?

He took the gun handed over by Lin Qiao in a daze, as if he felt it was a bit unreal.

But then he quickly took two steps back and looked at Lin Qiao warily, making the latter shake his head helplessly.

Looking around quickly, she saw the charred corpses outside through the smashed car windows.

"Aren't you one of those homeless people?"

"No, and strictly speaking, those people are Luandaohui...forget it, there's no point telling you."

He simply gave up explaining the difference between the two, since he was not a wanderer anyway.

Because the misunderstanding was resolved, the relationship between the two parties has eased slightly.