People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

"Welcome to Delaman Private Car Service - choose Delaman and leave your worries at the door."

It was still that familiar voice.

I don't know how many times I've heard this.

Whether it is the original world or here.

Since he had some money in hand, he did not choose to buy a car, but continued to take the skytrain and occasionally enjoy Delaman's private car service.

After all, fighting and killing all day long is not the right thing to do. It is best to enjoy and relax occasionally.

Especially before a big move like this.

It's like a sense of ritual.

Besides, how can you feel more comfortable driving than having someone else as your driver?

"You seem very happy today. Did you encounter anything interesting?" Delaman's stiff mechanical voice came from the speakers.

"Well, not really. I'm just a little happy after getting my new prosthesis installed." He slumped comfortably on the sofa and responded calmly.

But the excitement in his voice could not be concealed at all.

"By the way, Lao De, can you let me see your fighting mode today? I'm going to beat up a cyber psychopath later."

As for Delaman's combat mode, to be honest, he had never seen it with his own eyes.

Even when running away from the Ganbi Building in the game, what you see is just that it is relatively resistant to collisions and beatings.

You have to do the fighting yourself.

So, he really wanted to see with his own eyes what it would be like to fight Delaman.

Is it really as awesome as Jack boasted?

I'm really curious.

But Delaman ruthlessly poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"I'm sorry sir, you didn't order the [Excellence] package, so we can't provide this service."

"Tsk, are you so stingy?"

David couldn't help but purse his lips when he heard that. He held his head with one hand and subconsciously looked out the window. He saw that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly.

He did not purchase the Excelsior package now, but just the ordinary transportation service.

After all, that thing is too expensive.

He can't bear it now.

What he was more curious about was how rich the fat black man was at that time to be able to order such a package service for V and Jack.

Look at yourself again...

Oh, how poor we are.

"We are almost at our destination."

At this moment, Delaman's warm reminder sounded again.

"Oh, okay, just help me stop by the roadside."

"No problem, dear sir." Delaman parked the car steadily on the side of the road. "Thank you for choosing Delaman's travel service. I wish you good luck. You are welcome to choose my service next time."

"Yes, yes, you're such a stingy guy who didn't even show me the combat mode."

He opened the car door and got out, still complaining about the stingy old German.

"Please order the [Excellence] package, then..."

boom--

Before Delaman could finish his words, he slammed the car door shut.

"Save the nagging for next time."

He adjusted the DB-2 Sadara on his back. Ever since he used it, he had fallen in love with this gun.

It is definitely a magic weapon against cyber maniacs. Even if you hide behind a wall, he can kill you with one shot.

The penetration is simply outrageous.

Then he turned around and looked at the destination given by Regina.

This is an abandoned factory under the viaduct near the dock.

Although the work has been stopped, the industrial waste gas in the air has never dissipated. Just a slight sniff of it makes people feel like they are in ecstasy.

"Damn, this stuff is much stronger than a cigarette."

He slowed down his breathing and walked slowly into the factory area.

But the closer I got, the more gloomy it became. The cool wind trapped here went straight into my collar, making me feel creepy.

And I don’t know if it’s because this place is often eroded by industrial exhaust gas or something, the light seems to have become a little weak, and the shadows cast by the surrounding factory buildings make the environment here even darker.

"Fuck, what the hell is this place?"

His brows were deeply furrowed.

To be honest, he has never done this task before.

And are there really cyberpsychopaths in this kind of place? Rather than female ghosts or something?

It feels like I suddenly went from a cyberpunk set to a horror movie set...

Emmm, it seems like it was the same when we broke into the scavenger’s slaughterhouse?

Thinking of this, he relaxed a lot, but remained alert to his surroundings until the next second, when his steps suddenly stopped.

"What is the taste?"

The smell in the air changed, from disgusting industrial exhaust to a hint of blood.

As he went deeper along the road, the smell became stronger.

Until the scene that came into his sight made him freeze in place.

"Damn, what's going on? Is this a scavenger's slaughterhouse?"

It's no wonder that he was so surprised, because everything he saw was too weird.

The ground was covered with blood of unknown origin, outlining a circle similar to a magic circle, with a hacker-specific refrigerator placed in the center.

And at each corner of the circle there was a corpse.

Not only that, as if to enhance the atmosphere, the surrounding neon lights are all bright red like blood.

However, when he walked in, it seemed that there was still one person who was not dead yet, and was still mumbling something.

"Lilith hid the Tenth Holy Ring from the eyes of the ancestors."

"What the hell?"

He wanted to ask, but the guy had already died. The scan with his prosthetic eye showed that the guy was a member of the Vortex Gang.

But this place inexplicably seems like a gathering place for cultists.

Plus the words this person said before he died.

It was as if these guys had sacrificed their lives to some evil god.

"Shit, are those things really real?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva subconsciously.

Rather than facing ghosts and gods, he would rather face those cyber maniacs.

At least these guys are very realistic, not magical at all.

However, just as he was about to turn around to check the other bodies, a chip suddenly popped out of the neck of the dead Vortex Gang member.

"Separation chip?"

He carefully removed it from the body and stared at it for a moment.

"How about... take a look at the contents?"

The separation chip is a tool generally used to record events, similar to a memo.

Generally some important information is stored above.

Therefore, if you want to know what happened here, you can only explore the contents.

Unless you don't want to get this high commission fee.

"Forget it, just die."

He ultimately opted to insert the separate chip into its own socket.

As blue light appeared in his eyes, he saw the contents of the chip.

【The time has come.】

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43. Zaria Hughes Returns from the Dead

【The time has come.】

There is only such a simple title, and the rest of the content is a bunch of encrypted gibberish.

"Damn, these lunatics have actually learned how to encrypt the separation chip? Can the system be cracked?"

[Ding, cracking....]

While the system was being cracked, he also checked for other corpses around.

Without exception, all of these guys who were buried alive were members of the Vortex Gang.

In addition, there were intestines and internal organs scattered on the ground in the corner of the nearby grass, plus an unidentified corpse with its stomach hollowed out. It was a disgusting scene.

The stench that hit him almost made him vomit his breakfast.

If I'm not mistaken, these people from the Vortex Gang used this man's blood to arrange all this.

There was also a corpse in the freezer in the center.

She is a woman named Zalia Hughes, wearing the Vortex Gang's iconic red prosthetic eye on her face. It's easy to tell where this woman comes from.

It's a pity that this guy is already dead. Judging from the situation, he should be the target Regina asked him to find, because he has the standard equipment of a cyber madman - Sian Westin and Krenzikov, plus a mantis knife.

But here is the problem.

What is the purpose of these guys doing this?

And if this crazy cybergirl is already dead, what's the point of Regina letting him come here?

Just as he was thinking about the reason, his artificial eye suddenly malfunctioned and snowflakes flashed before his eyes.

It was like someone had run an electric current through his optic nerve, or something like that when a relic malfunctioned.

At the same time, a strange sound suddenly came from the venue.

The sound was like someone suddenly running past him.

"Who?!"

He immediately bent down, exposing his wolf claws, secretly gathering strength, and was alert to everything around him, ready to pounce on anything at any time.

But unfortunately, nothing was found.

However, just as he was about to turn his head, that feeling came again, and the snowflakes flashed before his eyes again.

At the same time, the nerves on my forehead were throbbing, and a bad premonition spread from the bottom of my heart.

"This is fucking real? Don't tell me there are ghosts..."

He was a little scared, and slowly retreated step by step, ready to leave.

Anyone would be scared in this situation.

However, the next second, a sudden voice in his head startled him.

【Ding, cracking completed. 】