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

However, this scene couldn't help but remind him of the time when he and Jack went to "buy" a crew cut in the game.

But the only thing missing now is the famous V Zhentian.

At this moment, Lucy, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "I didn't expect you to be so good at these."

Looking at him, there was a hint of curiosity in her gorgeous eyes.

Judging from the task assignment and action plan just now, as well as the way he performed the work before, he doesn't look like a newcomer at all, but rather like a veteran.

If it weren't for David's age, she would have suspected that David had retired from a battlefield.

"Of course, I'm good at a lot of things, and you'll know them in the future." He said in a mysterious tone.

"Hmm~ That must be because Mann taught me well."

Lucy smiled and turned to a corner outside the factory.

This was the first time in so many days that Lucy smiled at him.

He stared at Lucy's slim back for a while, then followed Jack to the main entrance of the factory and pressed the access control button.

"Huh? Who are you?" the person on the other end of the access control asked impatiently.

It sounds like my nose is blocked by one of those things sold on Twist Street.

"I'm here to redeem someone."

Although he also hated these guys who were jumping back and forth on the edge of cyber madness, he still tried to speak in a kind tone: "Brian Frosh asked me to come."

"Oh? So it's you guys."

The voice on the other end seemed to be somewhat playful, "Go to the computer room, we're waiting for you."

As the words fell, the roller shutter at the entrance folded up with a "clatter".

A smell of "meat" suddenly hit me in the face.

David frowned slightly and slowed down his breathing, because the "meat smell" was so unpleasant that he couldn't find any words to describe it.

It smells like disinfectant mixed with a morgue and a slaughterhouse.

However, Jack walked in as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, they are quite well prepared."

Two machine gun turrets stood upright at the entrance of the passage, still creaking and spinning.

Jack looked around at the two things, then cast his gaze into the dim surroundings, where there were many empty shelves.

"The atmosphere is good. It would be even better if we planted two pots of flowers."

"Come on, let these brats grow flowers? I guess what they're growing are contraband from decades ago." David said, making fun of the Vortex Gang with Jack.

It was also fortunate that there were no surveillance cameras here, otherwise this group of people would have chosen to start a war before the two of them arrived.

"But then again, this group of people's awareness of prevention is pretty good."

He was referring to the two heavy machine guns outside the door.

You can tell at first glance that this thing is not an ordinary product. It must have been stolen from some company.

"Well, they should be equipment looted from the transport team... humph, they're probably armed to the teeth." Jack complained mercilessly, showing that he really hated the Whirlpool Gang to the extreme.

The two of them chatted idly like they were strolling in their own back garden.

46. ​​What’s wrong with playing tricks on you? I’m playing tricks on you!

“It looks like there are quite a lot of people.”

They came to a place that looked like a workshop.

Looking at those crazy people in front of me who were sitting on instruments or boxes holding heavy firepower and had changed themselves beyond recognition like cyber zombies, I couldn't help but make fun of them.

Without exception, these guys are all members of the Uzumaki Gang.

But there was no acquaintance I remembered.

Like Royce or Dum Dum or something.

Yes, if these two were there, it would probably not be the turn of the guy named Brian to be the one in charge.

"Hey, you two, get in the elevator! You two fucking wimps."

Suddenly, such a voice was heard.

David immediately stopped and looked over. He saw a weirdo sitting on a box and talking dirty.

"Oh, you're really brave enough to say that..."

He slowly revealed a kind smile, looking like he was ready to take action.

But Jack grabbed his arm.

"Hey man, calm down and don't forget why we are here."

"..."

He didn't say anything, but just looked at the bastard deeply, as if he wanted to burn the man's appearance into his memory.

After we deal with the people above, we'll come down and kill this bastard.

Then he turned around and followed Jack into the elevator.

But no one pressed the floor button, and the elevator started rumbling and slowly rose.

Jack leaned against the gate and whispered, "Remember to stay calm, David. Don't forget our purpose. Be careful."

He also knew this. Although it was inevitable to crush these bastards, now was not the time.

So he nodded: "I know."

Ding--

The elevator reached the upper floor.

As the gate opened, a group of guys with red prosthetic eyes were seen standing in a machine room filled with display screens and various machines.

There were both men and women, and a quick glance showed there were about ten people.

Not to mention the two cyber hackers lying on the two hacker chairs.

One of the women was dressed in a typical cyber style - almost naked, but with three large pectoral muscles.

It's a bit harsh on the eyes.

The only one sitting was a guy who looked somewhat like Dum Dum, but with a nose ring on his nose. He was looking at them with a teasing smile.

"Hey, where's that guy Mann? Why did he send a little brat who's still nursing his mother? And he brought a dad with him? Hahahaha!"

All the members of the Vortex Gang present started laughing, and the noisy laughter stimulated his nerves and stung his eardrums.

But David still looked unconcerned.

"Oh, you must be Brian Frosh, right?"

"Hey? You're quite courageous. Come over and have a chat."

Brian waved at him, and he didn't hesitate to sit down opposite the group of people.

"Did you bring the money?"

"Let me see Rebecca first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at his forehead: "I asked you if you brought the money!"

Seeing this, Jack subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist, but he held it down with one hand.

"Hey, man, don't get excited. You'll never see the money if you don't see Rebecca." He said in a nonchalant tone, not taking the gun against his forehead seriously at all.

But Brian pushed hard again.

"Stop bargaining with me! Believe it or not, I can shoot you to death!"

"Believe it, of course I believe it. You are all famous crazy people. What can't you do?" David still maintained a calm attitude and said jokingly.

But he suddenly changed the subject: "But...if you beat me to death, you won't get a penny."

"Aren't you here to make money?"

Hearing his words, Brian was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking, and as if hesitating.

"I didn't expect you to be so courageous."

Having said that, he put the gun back on the table, sat back on the sofa, and then gave his men a look.

"Let him see the little girl."

squeak--

The subordinate at the side opened the refrigerator placed here.

Rebecca was tied up like a dumpling and stuffed inside.

You know what, this refrigerator seemed to be tailor-made for Rebecca. Everything could fit perfectly in it, and there was even some space left.

"Uh-huh--"

Seeing David sitting there, Rebecca immediately struggled.

It was as if asking him, "Why did you come here alone?"

But David gave her a reassuring look.

"Okay, you've met the person, but where's the money?"

"Um..."

David seemed to be in deep thought, but he was secretly talking to Lucy.

"How are the preparations going?"

"It's OK, you can start anytime."

He couldn't help but smile at Lucy's reassuring response.

"Well, when you hear gunshots, take action."

"no problem."

Then he gave a look to Jack who was standing next to him.

Jack immediately understood and quietly reached for the pistol at his waist.

"You little brat, I'm asking you a question, where's the fucking money?"

"Money? What money? Do you want to give me some money?" David asked with an innocent smile.

This immediately annoyed Brian.

"Damn it, you dare to play tricks on me!"

Just as Brian was about to pick up the pistol, the DB-2 Sadara behind David already appeared in his hand.

The black muzzle of the gun was just pointing at Brian's prosthetic eye, which was glowing red.

"Go to hell, you idiot!"

boom--

Gunshots rang out and people died.

Brian's head then exploded like a watermelon when he pulled the trigger.

The bright red juice repainted the cement floor, surrounding walls and vending machines.

The exploding steel nails pierced through the three or four younger brothers behind him, turning them into sieves, and even the explosion-proof door behind him was left with clear nail marks.

At the same time, the hacker lying on the chair who connected the entire Whole Foods factory network also trembled and was burned to death.

All the nerves in my body are smoking.

Jack also took the opportunity to kill the Vortex Gang member closest to him.

"Fuck, kill them!"

boom--